Je vois le ciel noir, je vois Neptune.
Les planètes dansent, tourbillonnent !
Je vois les étoiles, je vois la lune.
La lumière du soleil qui résonne !
J'entends la mélodie des comètes !
Et le silence des trous noirs.
J'entends le vide, sachansonnette !
L'univers danse au rythme des cauchemars.
Je suis dans ma chambre. J'ai froid. L'univers chante.
J'entends le requiem des étoiles mourantes !
Reliquat de somptueuses géantes
Je vois l'éternité dans ma voie lactée.
Je sens l'hypnose de sa spirale me gagner.
Je vois le vide. J'entends le noir
Je suis dans ma chambre, j'ai froid
L'univers chante pour moi.
I like to say the word parallelograms
Walking Pair of jello gams
Talking Pair a telegrams
Eating Caramelo hams
Hating Cerebellum jams
I stand in the ruins of you
carrying the casket
of the memories of us
Once,
a cradle of holy affection and love.
Here lie the shattered 8 months
of unison prayers,
jeepney banters,
subtle, orgasmic whispers,
the euphoria of meeting your mother,
and the dreams we built
on midnight kisses and sacred moans.
•
The pen you gave me
still holds
its allegiance to you
refusing to spill its ink
thriving on its own will
I grapple it by its neck
and watch it slowly faint.
•
Lonely hearts from the start,
we relished the thought of a lasting love.
Two candles burn
when two lovers pray.
On our very first date,
I cursed on how you made me wait.
On our very last day,
I prayed that He would make you stay.
People say first impressions last
But you had me only at second glance.
•
Sober fools in a clandestine night
we laughed and walked for hours and miles
You, holding my bag
Me, holding your hand.
This was before his ghost haunted you
again
alive and well.
This was before in between hours,
you’d forget my whispers
and long for his.
This was before your friend
called me to say,
“Just let him go. Love is not supposed
to work this way.”
•
The dark clouds came
and never left.
•
I stand in the ruins of you,
claws clutching to the ground,
eyes beaten and tired,
feet still shackled
with the ropes you gave me last June
and every inch of them is an untold story
and each story is a blow to my head.
Love is but a slowly unfolding agony.
Knot
after
knot,
I untangle these shackles I tied myself to.
Knot
after
knot,
I begin to remember
the life I built around you and me,
the dreamy kisses,
the day I met your friends and family,
the night I got so drunk
you had to forget our fight
to come and get me,
the night you got so drunk
you had to forget our fight
to say you still love me.
But the high wasn’t worth the agony
of knowing that at my lowest point,
confined in a hospital,
covered with punctures,
you successfully abandoned me;
of carrying a bleeding heart every day
and hoping it won't leak;
of feeling the sands of time slip
away from your grasp,
along with all your hope and chance;
of finally choosing to live through hell
hoping that your lover would remember
the warmth of an earthly heaven
you built for yourselves and once lived in.
of knowing that the memory of us
would later turn to dust
and I am to collect them
with bare hands.
Knot
after
knot,
The walls of this temple begin to shatter
I am no longer your prisoner.
I stand in the ruins of you,
claws clutching
on crumpled bed sheets,
rubbles of your promises,
residues of your gifts,
pictures torn to pieces,
my handwritten notes
a hundred poems,
a thousand letters
and the ashes of our bodies.
I spread my wings
and begin to rise
and look up for the clouds
The dark clouds that came
never left.
But I am.
•••
Small God
By jfarrell
- Terry Pratchett was a genius, and his Discworld will be sorely missed -
What makes a god?
Belief.
My cat believes in me to feed him; and her, and the others;
Wow, not where I was expecting this to go;
Four cats believe In me;
I am god.
Their god, anyway.
And, you wouldn’t believe how much cleaning God has to do.
I wish I could afford a cleaner.
I write things you like;
“yeah! Totally agree! Spread this message!”
I write things you don’t;
“stop writing you judgemental little pri*k”;
As a god, I just grew a little bigger, a little larger,
A little more god-size
Well, my ego did anyway;
Please, before you claim me the messiah,
And tie me up on that cross;
Know this…
I will press the button;
Just to see the world burn.
As long as you understand that..
YES, I WILL BE YOUR GOD,
IF YOU ASK
IF ENOUGH BELIEVE
Here
Have my soul
Consume me whole
Drink me down
Please, don't drown
I'll be your life raft
You can make me laugh
Don't get lost
I'll keep you around at any cost
I'll map out the endless rivers;
& oceans that lead back to me
I'll write you all the fucking poetry
Because I know you'd do the same for me
Here
Have my heart
My art
My poetry
My everything
I'll even sing you to sleep
Whatever you need
I truly want to see you succeed
I see what you don't see
A remarkable fucking human being
Striving, surviving
Talent, endless potential
The same caramel skin as I
Living dead, but alive
Here
You can have my thoughts
Untie these nooses
Throw these pills away
Mother fucker, you are here to stay
I don't want to admit it but...
I need you
You're my life line
I'll untie my nooses too
Throw my pills away with you
There's no "too little to late"
Distance, you're in another state
You're still here, guy
You. Are. Alive.
We survive
Here
You can have my secrets too
I'll bleed into you
You can have my sleep
My voice
I do this by choice
Please, stay
Don't go away
I need you
Here
Fuck.
At the center of the Universe,
Is Azathoth, in all His might.
Corpulent mass of swirling,
Chaotic forms and more.
Piping an odd sound,
Which is muted at its bone.
Without melody or rhythm,
A sound lonely through His madness.
Like a Sultan on His throne,
They dance around the dome.
The 12 Dancing Gods so blind,
Of which Nyarlathotep did depart in His might.
Azathoth, the insane and formless God
The mad mass of Chaos
Piping the world to an end...
Insanity is what He is about!
11 may 2017
Today
By JFarrell
(what happened? My life went mad)
Today,
I attended my first job interview this century;
And, they are giving me a chance,
It’s just astounding.
Tomorrow,
As long as I go to bed sober tonight,
Will be my longest time sober in 15 years
And, that’s just unbelievable.
I may be, finally, changing,
Becoming a better person,
Having a better life;
Equally, I may have lost the plot totally,
And headed for the biggest fall,
Just another waste of space drunk.
I don’t know,
I can’t see clearly,
It’s all too unbelievable;
But, I don’t care,
I’m going to enjoy it,
And dream, for the first time, of a really bright future.
(this is all true, every word, my life went mad)
Take it slow
make it quick
live for the 25ml kick
line of salt and slice of lime
the back of the hand a trail of slime
hit me hard in the back of neck
and help let me leave this place a wreck
I’m somewhere,
In a different time
In a different place
I’m somewhere,
A different feeling
Lost in space
I’m somewhere,
Caught in the midst
Of everything I know
In all that exists
My limitations grow
I’m somewhere,
Exposed and valiant
Bright eyes; knowing
I’m somewhere,
Trembling and fierce
Hearts on shoulders; showing