RefluXX/ChemisT WorDWarfarE

Objects Left Helpless and Forgotten

reflux1 — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 21:48:08 +0000

Ten thousand used cigarette butts line the sidewalk,
while a blackened, forgotten shoe has been left to the wayside
it watches traffic pass, not asking for a helping foot
or a matching shoe to place adjacent to it,
if only for comfort

homes crushed by quaking forces of gaia
bodies, like biscuits, crumbling under thunderous strength
the black shoe starves for attention,
while humans forgot where it came from
where they originated

Trying to crush hatred below the sky,
and cannot even feign sacred cries
how a prophetic never lies

The levers cry out for attention, but the black shoe is left on the wayside
ignored by all who pass it by, for they have shoes of their own
don’t need its decrepit protection from the elements
now, the elements rain against it

the pace never changes, while the weather swirls dust-ridden ranges
patient pasture awaits its drink,
while a single patient lingers, deep in double-think

the black shoe will eventually perish, imitating all life
shortened attempts of longevity
wishes for limitless bounds
bliss found in frigid shrouds
kissing feet of rigid sows

Burning Gaze

reflux1 — Wed, 11 May 2011 02:10:21 +0000

I awaited a left turn,
as you rushed by
never expecting
your burning gaze

As my glance caught yours
I was floored,
never expecting
such gestures with,
instigation lacking

I calculated the acute angle
which you traveled
45 degrees: the location of
our vision locking
impossibly intertwined in an ether of incompatibility
hopelessly awash in the Universe’s sea

You hit the acceleration except
at the moment you devoured my composition

The real enigma in this story,
did not materialize from your eyes

it was your dark lips as they cracked
revealing a jaded smirk
concealing inner ways you work

I watched in the driver’s side mirror,
as your vehicle faded
satiated by what we shared,
a momentary, burning gaze

The Taste of Rage

reflux1 — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 02:43:42 +0000

I awake, reality institutes deceptive assault
daring me to stoke the flames,
staring at me begging for coal
daring me to fuel the fire

Reality spit at my face,
haphazard, decrepit strategy
as I tried to ignore the putrid stench

The world awoke, raining frozen hydrogen from above
enclosing the sun in cumulonimbus gloves,
foolish trick masquerading as a dove

Duality lit totality ablaze
Forever gazing through absent haze
Pleasure hazing monastic graves

Spastic legs, I walk, misconstrued
plastic dregs talk, confused
harassing pegs, they overlooked bombs’ fuse

Today, silence resounding calms
no vibrations from violent pounding palms
tomorrow more journey for floundering prawn

Five Nights, One Dream

reflux1 — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 02:26:57 +0000

Through five nights of slumber,
only one lent a dream,
to its incapacitated-captive audience

What does it mean?
When you awake from REM,
and wish to return, if only possible to complete the sequence

Though I cannot recall every detail,
the dream remains with me,
changing my outlook

And when I return, this sequence will be complete,
showing reality as it truly exists
neurons firing in chemical capacity

Status in Decline

reflux1 — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 00:29:14 +0000

As I watch my status unravel,
tension twisting every fiber into a hundred different directions,
I wonder if I will ever comprehend the meaning of it all
I sit here in another bout of self composed silence, wondering if music will ever color this colorless canvas
Wondering if my actions are fallacious attempts at logic
Or seminal fits of insanity
I think back to how stupid I’ve been, not to gather and protect that which now is unobtainable
And then by some chance of luck,
A hand somewhere in the blackness of the universe
Has extended their hand outward
Not ever asking for even a breath in return for what they have done
How can I ever thank these nameless, faceless people for the gift they have bestowed
And not just to me. But to lonely drifters who seek out hope loyalty and love, in curtains of ash, in abandon buildings which echo at your footsteps
How can I thank those who never asked for gratitude
And how can I perchance, come across this one last loose end which constantly haunts and taunts me, my love of folly, falling to the folly of love
I am blinded by fantastical ideas of shining hair sirens whispering the songs I wish to hear,
When I know, the second I turn toward them, they vanish
And the one I now am willing to turn toward eternally, turns from me
She doesn’t know how much my jealous and daring soul wishes to be thrown to she wolves in whores clothing,
Animalistic heathens who reflect what is within my darkest hour
She won’t realize where my loyalties reside
She couldn’t comprehend my exactitude of nonconformity
She can’t cope with my loss of ridicule
To these pages I am nothing but an open book, laughs echoing again against the abandon walls of abandon buildings
A shadowed corner of inhumanity
Unveiled for all to surveil
No one, maybe not even I
Will ever know what that path leads to
But as I inch closer to the edge of the water
I hear its sounds rushing against the sheer crushing force of indecision and unknown probabilities
Will another hold me as close as her
Will another love me as she claims
Will another eight years be eaten in a constant fruitless search for a tree bearing fruit
Trying to find a mate, daring enough to sample its offering

The Universal Equalizer

reflux1 — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 03:32:01 +0000

Enough depredation has transpired, to kill loving spirit within
Bearing witness to a society of savage scoundrels
plaque-encased incisors, tearing at each others flesh,
at the earliest opportunity

A community of destitute, parasitical organisms,
so hungry for the wealth of thieves,
so thirsting for a wine of opulence

These creatures, lurk in light-bereft alleyways
stalking victims, talking putrid about their mission
walking stupidly, mindlessly driven

Humanity has ceased to exist as a coherent entity
trailing into a million directions,
failing scrupulous, it is alien insurrection
sipping blood from the table of dissection

Once the flesh is gone, bone is next
no tarp of mesh can conceal
the hatred in their breast

They stare into my own set of angry eyes,
shouting my forms of obscenity and defamatory assault
They wish I, as I wish them, death upon an altar of sacrifice

An overcast conclusion has been agreed upon, in the genetics within me:
I claim no departure from their inhumanity
I declare no status above their bestial famine
As I stare beyond their blackened souls, I repair my weapons
I prepare as I threaten, to take them down with me

I have not achieved what those dreamers dreamed,
when they plotted a course for mankind to scheme
a luscious paradise paraded with green

I cannot overcome this morbid desire, to throw myself upon their gears of depravity
bestow upon them, consequence of greed
show them terror which lurks
in a puddle of blood freed
from their dishonest blowholes

Enough slaughter, theft, rape has transpired
to steep myself into the mire,
so deep I am no longer in reach
of the all-seeing eye atop the spire

I shall sacrifice myself, not for the good of man, but for the good of the universe
I refuse to continue dancing upon a stage, built by liars
jilted words and silted fires
gilded herds, wilted desire

I shall donate my tepid carbon body into the void,
while taking as many savages, as my small hands will allow
I will wreak an avalanche of reciprocity,
and shoot acid into their veins

They have stolen energy for far too long,
They have molested writ-large, and sparred with bombs
They have contested the charge, of the siren song

For this, they will pay dearly, with their spirit, playing on stolen time
slaying a crowd of broken mimes,
betraying scolds of a powerless divine

When this transformation is complete,
I shall be the universal equalizer
content in the realization that, my only true contribution
to the spirit of humanity
Will be the ultimate self-sacrifice
A martyr with nothing left but death to barter
To those threading discord, a cheapened choir

Quickening: A Testament to Paranoia

reflux1 — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 22:00:27 +0000

Time no longer follows its dictates
Petroleum shoots into water
Fire in their eyes. Languid desire
Distinguished gentlemen, left bruised in the desert

All confused by this prescence, unnameable
Untameable
The heart beats itself to a point of attrition,
bravery hath retreated
Take a bath and make you feel it
Seep into your pores and make you conceal it,

Within genomes
Genetic strands tainted, frenetic glands cannot escape it
Bodily fluid, flounders inside the sewage
Broken blowout preventer:spew it
Mother’s Oceans defiled for Corporate-sake? Abuse it
The reason for our creation and degradation? Confuse it

A Salt city punk with two-headed axe’s to grind
that means ill be at the grinding wheel double time
The voices bounce off the pavement, around downtown corners
Sadness won’t escape this troubled slime

The Auditory Reflections of Love’s Expiration

reflux1 — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 16:28:40 +0000

The auditory reflections of love’s expiration,
a melodramatic squeal from a starving pauper
a painful explosive diatribe, by those
so saddened witnessing the dying die
they reflect me, as I reflect them

I have, in good faith, extended myself to another
A mate named Kate holding her arms around fate,
but as her shoulder turned away, negative thoughts smother
I have been removed from that shelf for far too long,
unable to recall the sensation of her breath, brushing against my neck

Unable to stall my sour attitude and, my glower ignoring platitudes of cowards
Unstable enough to recall the last time I stood from the tower,
holding my own fate in my hands

Now I hold neither, stagnant
amassing harassment as my ruminations stain my mind
enflame the sane, they
say, i cant blame for my pain
they, parade their names in this dry game
ripped from pride and shamed,
home left in fragments,
disattachment syndrome at its apex
disassembled in fluid of disdain and confusion
they, say, i cant regain the time,
or train the blind,
convey I can’t refrain from decline,

her eyes agree with every word,
my cries, her deaf ears gloss over the blur
my chest fears the cost of losing her,
a finality of forgotten lust,
the banality of forgotten trust,
a heart crushed by this misbegotten thrust,

singing sad songs of the perished,
battlefields of love, splattered with blood
lacing silence, where I am cherished

Forgotten Ghosts of Passion

reflux1 — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 19:36:30 +0000

I,
have fallen victim to ghosts of passion,
almost forgotten

I, looked into her eyes,
like others that pass through my football field of vision,
her pain was visible, her delight visible

I didn’t take that chance,
and who would?
knowing the distance existing,
no sense in cease and desisting
or my insistence on making it differ,
from its blueprint, what am I missing

I will seek out her face,
just for a fleeting chance to remember
how passion could have flourished,
how happiness could have been manipulated
how peace could be obtained
reaping the beauty her features contain

Day 3/Heartburn Reloaded

reflux1 — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 16:35:18 +0000

This is day 3, and while I have regained lost mental acuity, and calm
I have undergone the recurring problem of doubt, and hatred

She no longer gives thought, to my trials
She no longer cares, about my plight
Whether she ever did before, irrelevant
For the facts must be dealt with now

She said she was trying to stop talking,
while she talked more, like always
And claimed I was writing her novels

Here is my next novel to you, I call it: Brick Wall

For now that is what composes my heart,
my eyes wear blinders, where only your visage is absent
and the whole colorful world envelopes your empty space

I am a brick wall now, that you might forever regret
using your double-edged tongue to cut me lengthwise
and test my patience

How does it feel, running your hands along this mortar, where
my mouth once existed
do not you wish you could grasp the slender handle of a sledge hammer
break apart these walls, which your contemptuous hands dreamt of building
Now you may grumble in your own hostilities, loathing my attitude
Like I loathe your contemptuous being

Can you hear? The echoes?
Bouncing off my brick wall
Thank you for helping to build it