submergedA Poem by phonetixs submerged  . . "..Death is a bridge, we're in the brook that goes under it-.." . .Lets take a voyage... Off the bananna boat, i plunge in with mask and a transparent raincoat into waters where flames float. the banks flooding,breaking off the dam of slain hope A maimed pope, not pious with lips stitched for crusades in famed quotes. In stained notes I hear the moans and squeals of a b***h named Cerberus.... the nerves in bliss, gettin a hard-on from day-dreams of when Medusa served a kiss. Waist high, standin in the wake of angels with clipped wings and demons with halos a living set where the rest are strangled on crypt's strings, all screamin to stay low dismayed so... while i see the silent sneer on the skeleton of Charon he's starin'... into a living hell within us, making our skin and melanin a flarin' But swim with me....so we can go and browse beneath the surface, to release the purpose on why the gods of greece' thoughts or speech never came to bequeth the perfect.. . . Beneath... we sink, sifting through the lies and truth in motion the notion; when karma's a guise and sleuth thats potent emotions explodin implosions in the deeps of this ocean.. a formula of suicide and tall drugs... with the high pot 'n noose for death, with a sweep as the quotient. ...we see..? Moses hung on a hook swaying with the slabs of laws there fat with flabs of flaws..... with pirahanas eating his cheeks as torture,again..lies last at all? seahorses pulling Elijah in a flaming chariot its aiming carried hints of a valentine letter sealed by the kiss of Iscariot to carry it to the raping priests for kids to be on their married list. ..Samson laughs aloud in the distance and pulls open a door.. spiraling towards the door...we float past the entry...... I see the many different shades of blue and turquoise radiant notes of melody slipped me the cue to her voice by choice, i ignore it. i continue to swim in this abyss.. in mist, i see the true evils floating down there amiss . all is silent...and i clear the hedge...I witness. ... spirits in chains, gettin whipped by ropes and nine tails their fear is enraged,gashin their hope as their spines fail black and blue, the marks of a sadist's tactics praying and crying, a sign of the gray-wished habits the 12 disciples as slave drivers, using force as their worship with forced witt they shepard the sheeps and goats for coarse bids winged demons scream in fury...lacerating body parts with the oven fueled by blasphemy, a flash in waving the sati marks angels screaming profane, with their conscience eating their carcass its hardship! with cherubims in the sky flaunt wits in the darkness a sharp twist...the sound of snapping thralls chains and cuffs hang the tough in the aura of trapping walls held in bondage with a common faith, must we? 444,000 bowin to the enthroned centerfold karma over faith? not what the zen be told.... we wait in awe... in the center unveiled, sits Jesus of Nazareth but what he bears is what every believer in has the risk on his chest is strapped, a crucifix of dynamite a common creed or prayer? twill be of uselessness in tries tonite they lay in there and hide in fright.... what will happen next..? He smiles, stands and offers the grace... a prayer of few words....one of martyrdom! A match sparks..and catches the whick .closer .closer .closer ....boom..........You can only guess how the innocence died... ... . Came to realization, drowning in its vice going in and out in unison,as the mellow silence's spliced euphoria reached as i slide on the shores abided and abhorred as i feel the grout of crabs and parasites... then a sigh of remorse... .. ..then wry in contort... as i breathe for air again.... i breathe...i breathe.. the thickening air, eyes closed orgasmic in my soo sickening care as the reverie folds.... we see the river styxx... as an apparition.. and in reality i was in the heart shaped box of Death where i fucked religion in reverse..... ....Think © 2010 phonetixs |
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Added on April 3, 2010 Last Updated on April 3, 2010 Author
phonetixsSan Jose, CAAboutI'm Dan the Man. k, horrible joke. I'm just working through carpenter's wisdom as a daily routine. all part of the daily grind and this blog is the outlet to my daily dose of disarray. . ... more..Writing
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