cooked Eyes and broken Sliver

Cooked eyes and broken silver mountains add up to a fraction of a second in the lifespan of a living organism of dust. Swifting through the endless void of dichotomy, negligency and fucked up brains. Swirling around into the sanguinary fog of destroying with your own hands. They say suicide is a blessed deed. They conform to sitting in front of a window and staring into the abyysss... Hoping that someone will stare back and deconstruct the misery. Yes, I was once a mercenary. I hacked in my hands and engraved my curse symbols on my hearted black. So leave and left is only to be remembered by a hacksaw rigetting energy and vibration. A circle devastated by the square. Axis Mundi is everywhere. Who says that to find a rare flower one has to venture into the wilderness? Create it in the vast world behind your eyelids. Empty, ready to be filled and given life. ALL is only a game of seek and lose. Haha! I got you! Now we can switch places. I will count a hundred times and you find and lose yourself a hundred times. 

Deal ?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think William Carlos Williams and those like could create their own rare flowers, they didn't need to travel into the Black Mountains...hell, even Emily D. created all she did with her words and never went more than 7 miles from her father's house.
a thinking poet's write here.
j.

[NonsenseTyper]

The world of imagination surpasses reality... I always find illusions to be more real than what I see with my eyes...
Thank you very much for your review, Jacob!

[barleygirl]

I didn't know what to think about what your message might mean, until I read Jacob's review, which prompted me to think about how a poet can lure you to places you may have been hesitant to go. I just read a poem like that. It's a topic I usually hate, but the poet made me love it. As I read your piece, there are rough brusque aspects that push the reader away, but there are also alluring tempting aspects that draw the reader in. I had a feeling of wanting to . . . but not wanting to . . . as I was reading along. Should I trust this writer? Should I sink myself into whatever is being professed here, as if gospel? I don't know the answer. The answer is a moving target with every writer (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[NonsenseTyper]

Thank you, Margie.
I like your mindset and perception. "Should I trust this writer?" I will never forget this sentence of yours. It made me love writing more than ever.
Also, I'm glad that I could put you in a hesitant situation. seems like you took part in the game of seek and lose :) haha!

[Chris]

I've already wandered your lands - the perceptions no one understands are just as real to others that CAN and are touched. We are our dreams and earned our nightmares and somehow even survive some of our reaches...

This left a soft smile in its wake.

[NonsenseTyper]

I am grateful for these words you wrote here... a review has never struck me like this. I am contemplating your words... I like your perception, Chris. Thank you :)

[Chris]

You take care.