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stoneygali
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How do you feel?
Do you think more?
Do you not want to think.....
Do you want to feel?
How do I feel?
I think you mean what do I feel.
In the freezing
Bone cracking coldness
Of unforgettable days
I feel in my mind
The warm glow of a hearth
When imminent weekends
Mean hopeful anticipation
Of less doom laden exits
For two whole days
Not having to brave
The bitter
Merciless
Biting icy lash
Of Winter’s
Victory pinnacle
Arrogant
Furious thrash.
I feel in
The warmth of embrace
Even at it’s nerve throbbing
Pulsating height of passion
A vibrating resonance
That calls out with each rapturous sigh
‘Hold me while you can
For I am passing by
Ecstasy is temporary
Born like all to die.’
I feel the terror
That stiffens the spine
And the sinew
From the cranium base to the heel
When in the depth of night
Strong hands wrench
At the handle of my locked door
And harsh voices hack
At the still blackness
Out there
Reverie raped
Slumber shattered
Dreams demolished
Hope scoffed at as a cheap con trick
By desperate reality.
I feel the righteous zeal
As flight turns to fight
And a fumbling for weapons
Leaves me standing in the stairwell
Naked like a Viking
Eyes agleam
Teeth gritted
Courage boiling my blood
I feel the foolhardiness
Of my dream paranoia
And the shame
Of my futile fury
When the voices are found
To be rose branches
Scratching the wall in the breeze
And the rattling door
Is an unlocked shed.
I feel mighty in the crowd
My individuality absorbed
Across the venue and through
And marionette strings
Are jerked in my shoulders
Pulling up my arms
Involuntarily
Unstoppably
Piercing fingers
Splayed to the skies
As my feet leave the ground
Levitated by bogus brotherhood
My throat bellowing
A one noted song
As I join in sense
In spirit
In selfish insanity
The bawling baying
Monominded throng.
I feel frustration.
A strange mixture
Of sinister pleasure
With a dirty old man’s
Self loathing
And I reel backwards
From the chasm fall of despair.
I feel pain
At the back of my eye sockets
When the news
Of more carnage
Is media managed in my direction
From all over a globe
Of weeping
Evincing that the species
I am one of
Is imperfection epitomised
And damned
By it’s bestial flaws
That cause a constant
Sinking of the heart
In a horror story
Called history
In which I play
A bit part.
I feel the ache
Of futile falsehood
And the crushing grip
Of a of a mechanical
Metalled gauntlet
On my sternum
When someone mentions
The name
Of a forlorn lost love
Or a dead loved one
As I hold
The synthetic smile
Or look of bland indifference
On my face
And the infinite doom
Of echoing loss
Makes my blood
Run cold.
And I feel rage
As I rasp out a curse
At an idiot in a van
Who nearly pushes me
Into the hedgerows
I see my bloodied hands
Tearing....
And I feel
A quarterman’s cleaver
In my hands
Chop
Chop
Chopping slowly
As I carefully
Split the bastard’s spine
Then I feel lightness
In my head
A spring in my spirit
When a swallow swirls
Across the highway
And sears off
To somewhere in the fields
And I know
That I am at one
And the same time
Shiva the destroyer
And Ram the creator
A reacting
Responding
Pushed and pulled
Environmentally
Exercised
Maya manipulated
Android sack
Of emotional sludge.
How?
I feel
Is electrical impulses
Surging in a brain
Synaptic frigging
Jiggling and jinking
Interacting blinking
Concluding and clinking
Paradigming
Perceptions of convenience
And labelling it
Thinking
As senses
Claw at the air
The water
The gas
And the flames
And the Vampire mind
Sucks like a starving infant
At stuff that it swallows and spits
And opines on
And relies on
And spews in betrayal
And rejects
Because
It amounts to nothing
For there is only
Feeling
There is
No
I.
Do you think more?
Do you not want to think.....
Do you want to feel?
How do I feel?
I think you mean what do I feel.
In the freezing
Bone cracking coldness
Of unforgettable days
I feel in my mind
The warm glow of a hearth
When imminent weekends
Mean hopeful anticipation
Of less doom laden exits
For two whole days
Not having to brave
The bitter
Merciless
Biting icy lash
Of Winter’s
Victory pinnacle
Arrogant
Furious thrash.
I feel in
The warmth of embrace
Even at it’s nerve throbbing
Pulsating height of passion
A vibrating resonance
That calls out with each rapturous sigh
‘Hold me while you can
For I am passing by
Ecstasy is temporary
Born like all to die.’
I feel the terror
That stiffens the spine
And the sinew
From the cranium base to the heel
When in the depth of night
Strong hands wrench
At the handle of my locked door
And harsh voices hack
At the still blackness
Out there
Reverie raped
Slumber shattered
Dreams demolished
Hope scoffed at as a cheap con trick
By desperate reality.
I feel the righteous zeal
As flight turns to fight
And a fumbling for weapons
Leaves me standing in the stairwell
Naked like a Viking
Eyes agleam
Teeth gritted
Courage boiling my blood
I feel the foolhardiness
Of my dream paranoia
And the shame
Of my futile fury
When the voices are found
To be rose branches
Scratching the wall in the breeze
And the rattling door
Is an unlocked shed.
I feel mighty in the crowd
My individuality absorbed
Across the venue and through
And marionette strings
Are jerked in my shoulders
Pulling up my arms
Involuntarily
Unstoppably
Piercing fingers
Splayed to the skies
As my feet leave the ground
Levitated by bogus brotherhood
My throat bellowing
A one noted song
As I join in sense
In spirit
In selfish insanity
The bawling baying
Monominded throng.
I feel frustration.
A strange mixture
Of sinister pleasure
With a dirty old man’s
Self loathing
And I reel backwards
From the chasm fall of despair.
I feel pain
At the back of my eye sockets
When the news
Of more carnage
Is media managed in my direction
From all over a globe
Of weeping
Evincing that the species
I am one of
Is imperfection epitomised
And damned
By it’s bestial flaws
That cause a constant
Sinking of the heart
In a horror story
Called history
In which I play
A bit part.
I feel the ache
Of futile falsehood
And the crushing grip
Of a of a mechanical
Metalled gauntlet
On my sternum
When someone mentions
The name
Of a forlorn lost love
Or a dead loved one
As I hold
The synthetic smile
Or look of bland indifference
On my face
And the infinite doom
Of echoing loss
Makes my blood
Run cold.
And I feel rage
As I rasp out a curse
At an idiot in a van
Who nearly pushes me
Into the hedgerows
I see my bloodied hands
Tearing....
And I feel
A quarterman’s cleaver
In my hands
Chop
Chop
Chopping slowly
As I carefully
Split the bastard’s spine
Then I feel lightness
In my head
A spring in my spirit
When a swallow swirls
Across the highway
And sears off
To somewhere in the fields
And I know
That I am at one
And the same time
Shiva the destroyer
And Ram the creator
A reacting
Responding
Pushed and pulled
Environmentally
Exercised
Maya manipulated
Android sack
Of emotional sludge.
How?
I feel
Is electrical impulses
Surging in a brain
Synaptic frigging
Jiggling and jinking
Interacting blinking
Concluding and clinking
Paradigming
Perceptions of convenience
And labelling it
Thinking
As senses
Claw at the air
The water
The gas
And the flames
And the Vampire mind
Sucks like a starving infant
At stuff that it swallows and spits
And opines on
And relies on
And spews in betrayal
And rejects
Because
It amounts to nothing
For there is only
Feeling
There is
No
I.
I never meant to hurt you, mi diablo, mi amigo, but I've built up so much character I have an alter ego. I have to make a clean break & I have to do it quick because the pain you give me babe would make Cal Ripken call in sick!!!
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pages and pages of the moment
the fire burns the wood is equal
to the rainfall
so far away on a highway that kills
sitting in the back waiting for the fall
praying for the love of god
to keep us safe
my clothes are soaking in the feelings
from heaven above the lighting electricutes
my television is fried
the power is soon to go
over the edge from high sight of a truck
my afternoons are running out of luck
the safety net is just a dream
its not reality
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
your feelings are NOT dumb