This is a discussion on Poetry and Prose..The Surreal Snake.. within the The Art Museum forums, part of the Topics of Interest category; Originally Posted by Promethea its not the middle of the bat that delivers the hardest blow.. Nice, but I have ...
within his infinite coils
sleeps the golden god
serpent never sleeps
every breath a hungry myth-
all his dreams are truth
You Guys/Gals Have Made Me So Happy!!!!!Thank You Thank You!I am so Lucky To have You All.
I could saw open my skull
making sure I feel each stroke,
poking through the bone dust,
prying diamonds from the lowly rocks.
I could get my fingers wet again.
I could pull you out through tear ducts,
an exorcism of an inspiration,
a theft of the breath that moves.
I could cut apart my ribs,
dissect myself thoroughly
beyond all nudity,
a paintbrush or a pen,
bare and pinned to cardboard,
labeled, emptied and discarded.
I could saw open my skull,
seek you out just like I always do,
with sharp blades and steady hands,
no more bleeding than usual.
I must remove you.
(No, don't worry, I'm not really going to hurt myself or anyone else. It's symbolic.)
This Weapon of PlasTic and Lead
I Slash and Kill wiTh Them
Maiming all who come Near
It cuTs like a Suicidal Teenager
Free Will and LoVe
Freedom to DesTroy CreaTe
Last edited by Surreal Snake; 02-16-2011 at 10:27 AM.
The Dancing TurTle
The Swimming Whale
TroTsky's Ice Pick
Ja...It Came for You
Surreal Snake of Eden,
scales sensing sap inside the
leafy smoothness of limbs,
juicy, juicy, punctured peel,
sugar and sweetness within,
you fuck your muse like an engine,
shaking metal spikes and rails,
coal and steam,
explosions in an iron womb,
white-hot Promethean fuel,
burning wings as faithless Psyche sees.
With the click of ancient keys,
Pandora's mysterious tight virgin box
opens for your double-pointed tongue,
releasing horrors, making demons beg for breath,
even as you dream.
Hope is the sound of bitter consolation, sheltered in bomb craters,
huddling naked in the dust of crumpled sheets,
a notebook and an angel quill,
a sticky chin and a mouthful of seeds.
Wraith sheild cloaks the dark messenger
inseminates the subconscious with venomous truth
the unworthy will choke to death
on their own ignorance
every word wounds
the complete thought kills
delusion, projection, and misplaced intent
are all exposed when it shows
like the prick, the mind is impotent
You Have Killed creaTion
The Bleeding Unicorn
Its HearT a Crippled Dripping Muse
I am The Clouded Space ThoughT
The Befuddled Fiddler on the Roof
The Wandering Jew of exisTence
A whisper flows with peace
Across a plan of lush existence
Wide open ocean of the soil
Travelling through days and nights