It's All just Buried Lies

I'm sinking

 

letting this pool

of ever

winding

anomalies cloud

my vision

 

Images

wave and crumble

as I'm

reeling, blazing

down a path of

emptiness and contradictions

 

No one can see

my eyes stained

the color of

disillusion and tangerine

 

I'm blowing as the the wind blows

chanting hymns

from long ago

as my body

blazes,

fueled

by the forces

that surround

me

have engulfed

me

in their

every day fumes

 

Voices, music, cars passing by,

my mind flicks

and evaporates.

 

leaving nothing behind.

 

There is a place,

its no where

 

it doesn't exist

 

and I'm entering this world as a grain,

a simple seed

in the sand,

to be reminded again,

that I am a pale

reflection

of nothing.

 

I'm casting stones

in the dust

My body

rusts,

I tried to open

my eyes

but they faded

away.

I don't know who

I am
but

I am

here to stay.

 

Existence

 

never had a meaning,

 

when god was born

and formed,

extricated from the vast illusion

He was conceived in a mirror,

plated on granite

slabs of dark matter

infused contusions

And he is still asking the question,

what has

my father engraved

within my heart,

my DNA.

The meaning doesn't

matter

when there can

never

be an answer.

Reviews

[Liz]

For me, this is one of those poems that I don't really understand but at the same time, I totally get it. If that makes any sense. When I read it, I feel like I've felt the same way many times before. The line "I'm blowing as the the wind blows" I really felt I could relate to. Once again, this is a lovely write, as usual.

[David W Moore III]

you certainly have a way of pulling from the primal gods undercurrent, to the essence of man. a question. an answer? there is no such. there just is.

[Matthews Reggie]

this one asked me questions... and i don't have an answer... splendid piece of poetry...

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Being blown hither and thither by the contradictions of man. Sinking into oblivion's ocean while others tell you there is more. I can fully understand your frustration when penned with such powerful images.

we're everything and nothing.

[Charles]

You certainly have a way of pulling the beauty out of the gray.

[Bard Constantine]

This echoes with the feeling of being lost, rudderless, drifting on a turbulent ocean with no land in sight. Your way of expression slices with a keen blade, revealing a universal sadness that we try to ignore. Wonderfully written...

[al25]

Great job. The flow of the words was amazing. Another well written piece by you. Great read.

[Miss Coral]

This was awesome.
The emotion, the concepts, the flow.. wonderful piece. The short lines flowed perfectly for me, which they don't always. Great write.

[Cynthia]

It's a very good poem!

[vincentbals]

Again an incredible poem. I really adore your work. I wish you the best luck in life!