FULL BODIED RED

Dare I, is it a sin to wallow in the depths of Lucifer’s tincture;

Enslaved by the labours of a life;

A life to which I owe nothing but expect redemption:

Strive as I may to resist its enticing allure;

But I dare not face reality, for reality shall surely drive me insane.

Arghhh, how the mind wanders;

How the mind simpers into perpetuity;

Life’s labours are no more;

The mind rests, for it thinks not of tomorrow;

For it thinks not.

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HURRICANE

Before the hurricane came;

There was only sadness and pain;

Each minute each hour death, happiness closed in;

Not caring of my destiny;

I lived dull monotony.

Then it came;

Raging through my flesh, splintering my bones;

desecrating my spirit;

As it ravaged my brain.

Filled with roar, the sun dares beat down on me;

The birds continue their shrill harmony;

I step outside into a box;

I Close the lids and jar the bolts;

No distractions; I need my strength;

To fight this internal hurricane.

Each minute each hour I stay alive it sucks my power;

I just don’t work anymore;

My soul de-hinged, my stuttering jaw.

No one can see the internal beast;

They are deaf to the noise;

I am alone as it feasts;

Tossed, turned, chilled, still;

This time I made it, it did not take me.

Is it coming back;

No hope of rescue;

I lie in fear and wait in pain;

For the next and final hurricane.

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MIRROR MAN

Mirror man, mirror man

Castigated by the gaze of the mirror man;

Tortured man tortured man;

Revolted yet devoted to the mirror man.

Mercilessly afflicted, hopelessly addicted to the futile regresses of the fallen man;

Surreptitiously suggested were intermediary suggestions;

Alas rebuked with cutting rejections;

The futures no longer, the land of hopeful aspirations;

Tis merely a litany of crippling denunciations.

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CALL OF THE MAD

I have stood on the cliffs of madness;

Breathed pain deep to my lungs;

The soothing crash of seahorse;

Neptune attend my wounds.

Stones beneath my real feet were hard, sharp flint;

The life I lead in real time just bitter with no sweet;

Stones beneath my mad feet were smooth and round and warm;

The sea maids called my weary soul to rest upon their shore;

I have stood on the cliffs of madness and fought the crazy bliss;

For like Goldfinger the mad world takes just one kiss;

It’s a one way ticket out of here;

What lies beneath those waves?

And whose to say in real time that the sun won’t come up one day;

I have stood on the cliffs of madness; been tempted by it’s sweet;

Then turned around and walked away, I’m not yet beat.

It’s always there that cliff in the air;

And if comes the time when I really don’t care;

I will take the leap and lose all touch, with those around who cannot see;

The loonies dancing, merrily, happily, madly;

The loonies playing sadly, desperately, tragically;

The loonies who have jumped already;

And are now eternally, lost at sea.

HJDH © Fell House