Whispers of Hypnos, Page 3

  The old nemesis comes suddenly, sharply back again

  Pressed violently into the back of the unforgiving chair

  The apparition winks once again.

  Gravity intensifies and all sounds amplify

  To feel the stop of your heart between beats

  To think each pulse is the final push

  ***

  The temperature increases and the flash flood breaches

  No one would wants to be shot down and die as gossip

  The deep breaths become saviors of sanity

  The internal attack makes the simple just survival

  as apprehension ambushes the soldier before the field of battle

  The apparition does not know it is a daydream

  and dances on top of the altar of worship

  The end is eminent

  The seizure is paralysis

  The fight was exhausting

  Leaving crippling corrosives behind in pools

  that consume the shackles that bind

  The second hour to the seconds

  Exhausted

  A coal colored canvas of black streaks and hazy gray hues

  takes in all views and obscures the background scenes

  small staggered and forced steps falter

  and the hands of doubt hold firmly

  A quick slap strikes hope into shards

  And rips away at the soul’s complexity

  Repose, the quiet escape draws motivation away

  Simple sighs and unreasoned tears stain the head holding pillow

  gripped so tight the joints press through the elastic flesh

  White knuckled, face down, sunken screams silenced by the density

  The exhausted pants and hoarse voiced whimpers evanesce

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  Damp recollections drift through the gaps of regret

  As they shift in size and space exponentially widens

  Vacuous, raucous numb visions leak in and out

  Concentration fails as the will diminishes

  Nothing but pressure at the compass points

  Echoes in an empty room resonate, deflect and end

  Pulses of light through dirty panes of glass

  Refract unevenly and leave foggy glares

  ***

  The clouds combine to block the rays

  as black to gray surrounds completely

  at every waking moment

  at every attempt an opportunity to flee

  The diaphragm struggles with shallow gasps

  and the lack of color is all that is seen. Exhausted.

  A Soul Solution

  An angelic primordial ethereal essence

  glowing from the great beyond and bye and bye

  Amalgamated light before there was time and movement

  A cheerful cherub no more, it only exists at the core

  Now it is encased and smeared in blood, mud and filth

  not to be washed away and cleansed, these are badges

  tattered and stained, remnants and remains

  Lessons learned from the splinters still stab

  while walking the plank of treachery.

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  A joke not to be gotten, a code to be forgotten

  An observer of the superstition, symmetry, and antiquity

  A being of light can only be seen in contrast

  and backgrounds dark as a trenches are dug with glee

  as the void has no real power unless the light allows

  In nothingness one will find a bland balance beyond comprehension

  Just a warm squeeze of the vacant, vapid stare

  Into the glare of infinite, the mind must become an empty room

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  Just an angel’s shroud to burn and turn to vapor

  in the sun’s ultra-violet waves, the clouds break up and weep

  Drenched by a lye soap sud solution, convoluted and saturated

  99 and 5 percent away from eternity and seeping pure sores

  washing away sin is done by ingesting a soul solution

  only the pursuit is guaranteed

  revolution is a germinating seed

  and Icarus found humility

  perjury or purgatory?

  Patience

  Control………

  The struggle began from a series of events

  The birth, the death, the relevance

  Contact……

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  Fighting through the solid ice wall

  And it is only getting colder and the movements slower

  When motion ceases, absolute zero, the sleep begins

  Don’t wake up, it is calm in the cold

  No action or response; elicit…

  Explosion…..

  ***

  Release elastic potential into the kinetic

  Learning from visual implants to phonetics

  Constricting manacles manifested from fear

  Motives of the future pathways become unclear

  Resolution……

  ***

  The intertwine of space and time

  In a convection transformed into a linear state

  An implosion of introspection, expel to create

  Freedom through the wall

  From the voice of the sun

  Movement to momentum

  Vices finally fall

  Completion……!

  Waves and Particles

  A reciprocal recalcitrant surge ebbs

  Currents created flow upstream to mix the waters

  A stratification in the blend warm to cold

  Water breaking down stone into liquescent sand

  Combining, petrifying, back to the origins again

  Cycles of tides, mist to rain and the draw of the land

  In the simple natural circles, nascent to recycling

  Compression, release, and emission of radiant heat

  Diffusion , homeostasis and all elements meet

  All equilibrium eventually fails

  entropy is the only certainty

  In perpetual motion……..

  nothing from everything….

  Everything to essence, essentially…

  A Repeat

  Fractured reality implodes but readily recomposes

  Laughter rumbles, brewing to percolation

  A completely encompassing auditory assault

  Comes from a previously recorded track

  The protagonist can only escape in two directions

  As the light’s projections flicker and disperse

  The show must go on.

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  A song’s cadence from hours ago will not stop its performance

  Repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, endless subdued torture

  The havoc and hollers wish to burst from the control, but it is remote

  To wreak lies, as devilish children malicious, magical, mythical

  Adventures in the twilight does not allow the shades invisibility

  Safety-delusional, illusory function, repeat. repeat, Repeat

  A compression, comprehension of dimension, pursuit and pressure

  Fall from all sides, one direction, direct affliction of conscious behavior

  Can there be peace and quiet?

  Can there be a silent night?

  Repeat?………repeat!

  REPEAT: REPEAT

  Song please stop. Halt for one second without the demon Belial’s aria

  No gentle nights or violent days dawning, faces pathetic frowning

  Just a list of channels a T.V guiding page perhaps

  Heat just escapes so readily and the sweat just collects and brews

  Just like the laughter that just might not escape

  ***

  A guffaw, repeat

  A scream, repeat

  An enveloping pervading simple total absence

  How can you say silence is not violent? Absence is abuse

  Sometimes there is nothing left to watch
but boredom

  Repeat, repeat, repeat.

 

 

  Epistolary Exposition to the Eventual End

  Where does genius lie? Does it lies in wait?

  Does it stand with those who try to defy fate?

  Can consciousness control the path of evolution?

  Or is it an indifferent direction fulfilled in apathy?

  Is the nature of our reality formed in a forged will

  Interacting and mutating within and without of us all?

  Are the boundless primordial fears conquered when life is quenched?

  It is a fact that in time all meet in the same place?

  The question of the void or the dichotomy of the afterlife prevails

  Can there be individual fabrications from the arrested biology?

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  To preview the dispensation for the few returning faces

  is a hopeful philosophical safety veil

  Some accomplishments can be added to the living chronology

  Maybe immortality comes in memory

  A second can be broken down infinitely

  exist between the seconds

  ***

  Keeper of the endless dark or forever light

  Where do these questions lead?

  Should in life we continue the good fight?

  Or dissolve into depravity, and take no heed?

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  Dear friend, the eventual end,

  ***

  Everyday must be such an overwhelming deluge, chaos overflowing

  There is no rest and no sympathy for the purpose

  Someday hurried humans may decide not to die

  And a select species simply stops ceasing to acknowledge you

  But without care, the universal statements are pleasing to you

  In a short list: dilapidate, dissipate, diffuses and evaporate

  People live in fear of you and your diverse manifestations

  With good reason for you are the frozen winter season

  You know all men and beasts and seen them in slumber and feasts

  You are the invisible inevitability, the edge of an eclipse

  and the noonday light.

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  P.S The becoming begins as we end

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  Clarity from the center creating concentration

  Confusion ceasing from calm cognition

  Patience can save your soul and friends

  But is this advice always effective the eventual end?

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  Covered in gold and cement the silent sepulchers are sealed

  Are you living roomy? Wafting wavering scents of dismal decay

  stall in cloud formations of gloom

  Of the everyday job, such a voluminous vocation

  A growth industry with no ceiling

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  Some of us foolish friends wish you would just take a damned vacation

  But there is no rest for the iniquitous, as the employment dictates

  But we all know it is not wicked to do your role well

  So no rest in sight, don’t worry about the spite

  For you are our greatest impetus and motivation

  so it is better you do not halt and take a vacation

  we are just wearied

  Sorry just one more question.

  As the eternal jester mockingly sparingly speaks

  Softly, a whisper flowing from parched lips

  States like the season as the moisture departs

  but what if you no longer served a purpose?

  Where would we be?

  ***

  Thank you for listening, see ya soon.

  Shoeless

  I cannot walk without pain in the middle of the road

  the path is so worn that the ruts have become stone

  On the west-side a rampant river and the eastside a cliff

  A current too swift, the precipice wall a perfect sheer

  I must go forward; the sun will be set in moments

  There is shade ahead just a few steps in sight

  A tree of green and white had dropped its ripened fruit

  It is rotten and has lured frenetic yellow jackets, no shade today

  I cannot stop, cease, desist or diminish my flow

  a rhythm so comfortable, numb and coercing

  A foot to the east, a foot to the west, north-south not apropos

  Feet have become flat nothing much more than pavement to clap clop

  I must push on, I have been pushed too much

  Balder at the reigns is struck by Thor’s thunder

  The hammer flies with the winds and the light retreats

  There is no rainbow bridge to Asgard here just a brown beaten path

  Other travelers pass without salutations or acknowledgement

  They tread where so many have been before no messages are sent

  as warnings, they stomp down the trail, unknowingly the passers-by

  press the dust to clay, to stone, to increase the ruts density

  to make my feet hurt more and I cannot go shoeless today.

  Polymer Envy

  Melted, formed, imprinted purposes

  Momentary freedom instantly purchased

  A zip and a current of electrons and digits

  Fake flowers, twine, medications and power

  Something unseen, seemed distant and unreal

  Processes unaware, systems don’t care, unfeeling

  Accumulate, accrue, accept the compounded problems

  A polymer trap, spun into a fine fibrous web

  Celluloid superstitions projected, reflected, absorbed

  Serial celebrity promising, reassuring, absent

  Wishes and aspirations evaporated and vented

  Nothing is larger than life…

  Thin laminated screens and light flat consoles

  Commerce adverted, three minutes, credits

  Operas of the ridiculous and heroes of pretenders

  Respect the projection, instead of the reflection

  Moving walls and windows whispering wishes…

  Aspirations aspirated, spiritus asper

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  A cut, tuck, snip a slice and now everything is nice

  Or what others saw in the mirror and smashed it

  Dolls of human frailty share true similarity

  The spin doctors weave threads of Teflon fiber

  Silicon survivors, a simple insecurity may kill

  On a vanity a doll rests

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  Prosthetic, unnecessary posing, positioning to polymers

  Plagiarism of porcelain masks and figurines

  Film featuring fraudulent faces grimace and gleam

  Garrisons of gleeful drama and uplifting idiocy

  Plastic people playing on soulless celluloid and screens

  Perpetuating pathetic projections without responsibility

  ***

  Illumination of electric fluidity and radiation entertainment

  Traveling at the speed of invention, overwhelming information blooms

  Distillates, isomers, refraction contraption enlightens the heavens

  Resistant to rust and some flames, fire resistant extinguishers

  Cultivated toxins as mistaken panaceas, a synthetic lifestyle

  Leading to synthesis, symbiosis---evolution in the

  Process the small ripples get lost in the proceeding waves

  Of delusion.

  ***

  To sell the synthetic to the synthetic?

  To create the more consistent synthetic aesthetic because they don’t

  Believe in their owned authenticity

  Remiss we will see permutation of disparate disparities

  Money a creation, plastic credit inventors, insecure ideals of beauty

  Caused by what? Celebrity and misery certainly

  Cleft palate is one thing,

  But to have surgery to
just fix a bump on your nose?

  AND YOU CAN DIE, AUTHENTICALLY, Really.

  Conference

  The ruffle of suede and faux fur

  being hung up diminishes in

  the echo of eager voices

  awaiting the recital and reveal

  of the salutations

  The plain podium rattles with cascades

  of coffee stained papers

  the ruffle stops, the silence forebodes

  the mechanical mouth of the ancient

  orator that opens with a cough

  the speech is chewed vigorously

  professors count the letters as scribes

  with ink saturated palms smearing images

  on ledgers made of dust and slate

  they talk to themselves and describe the

  faulty bridges, verses and lack of philosophy

  as they all go over the transom as wonderful

  wisps of waxing and waning bewilderment

  building tension and stress as the seated audience

  feel their backs bend and crack and soon

  they will seize

  The orator slips on his embroider jacket made of dog hair

  linen and lion’s regret, it falls and fits

  A quietude resumes, the words

  are counted, spoken, and placed

  Under shoe and step

  To be ground down into paste to fill

  the wrinkles on their faces

  and in a casket of ancient resolve

  the feast of language is consumed

  with soft sensitive dentures and

  ready bent forks

  The ruffle of suede and faux fur

  is furious as the flight from the

  benediction is swift out into the winter gates

  No longer do the pundits read

  from the stained pages that fell

  the rattle of wooden shoes stomp off

  and diminish with distance.

 

  Crossing

  Multi-lane gray confusion moving regretfully forward

  Separated by barriers broken and scared with paint

  Sacrosanct people marching in opposing direction with flags toward

  the past with inverted heraldic crests faint and disintegrating

  The two dimensional highway merges with the z-axis horizon

  Inchoate effluent drifting with parallel protrusions into the future

  Pendulum scenery blurred with the speed of life’s deception

  Gazing to the sky’s break with the temporal torture of rising and setting

  ***

  Pulling on, pushed, projected and vectored in null space

  Insouciant rushes and stereotype facelessness races

  to the industries evaporating wealth from blighted cities

  reverting, fleeing back from a translucency to fallacy

  ***

  Envenomed by foolish ideas of destiny

  the signal lost charge so quickly

  Back and forth in cerebral cables

  the crossing stations relay nothing stable

  as the multi-lane gray confusion merges

  Trial by Ordeal

  Divine intervention does not

  persuade equally to the flesh