Aerosmith92 Poetry (35)

So this
is what
it's like
to be
in love
......
It's some
pow'rful
stuff. I
don't think
I can
take it
much more.
The fluct
ua
ting cy
cle of
emo
tions. They
take their
toll on
my ver
ry soul.
......
Without
you, I
can do
nothing
cause all
I can
think of
is you.
Your warmth,
your heart,
your smile,
your face,
even
your kind
gentle
embrace.
......
What once
only
was mere
flirta
tion now
designs
my sub
juga
tion. My
heart now
beats, not
"lub" or
"dub" but
now has
taken
up your
name. "My
love, my
love" drum
ming forth
from my
own chest.
"My love,
my love,
I need
my love."

My plans turned thus

to disarray,

relying on

these solid walls.

To beat and bash

my brains on in

until no longer

could I feel a thing.

As I thrashed

into the wall,

something evil

did unfold.

My head went through

the scarlet surface

peering into an even darker nothing.

Upon my attempted retrieval,

the hole I entered

proved to be smaller.

So stuck was I

as in roughly

fashioned stocks.

my body in comfort,

my head in nothing.

Screamed as I could,

screamed as I might,

no soul out there

could ease my plight.

As in life, when

I seemed to be

beyond faith,

beyond hope,

I did rely

on what

I could find

to free me

from an

unseen bind.

Yet every such step

I undertook

estranged me further

from my group.

So now, as I

try to hide,

hide from the pain,

hide from my ghosts,

my actions had

imprisoned me,

condemned to

this abysmal fate

of anonymity.

Thus, I warn you all,

you pleasure seekers,

wayward souls and

devil's soldiers,

live a life of moderation,

balance and toleration.

Embrace all things, else

you have been warned

to suffer here

as fate allows.

No further ahead

could I go.

This was my fate,

'twas mine alone.

I walked inside,

to my surprise,

no demons here

or bodies fried.

There was a couch

of emerald shade

dotted in scarlet,

striped in gold.

The walls of red-violet,

flowered with care,

with no one else

I seemed to share.

The lighting was

antiquated at best:

wall candles lit

beyond my grasp.

All this stood

on carpet mauve.

Behind me slammed

the only door,

sealed in prison

ever more.

At first, all seemed

a luxury.

I was happy,

I was whole.

But then it started

to dawn on me,

why no one else

could I see.

Indeed I was

wholly alone;

stranded here

on my own.

Surely I'm trapped

surely there's hope

of some passerby

or other dope.

Banged I on the walls

till my hands in color

did match the wall

in sickly red.

My voice,

once powerful,

my voice,

once loud,

now served

no needed purpose.

Though I shouted,

I was let down.

In the confines

of my mind,

believed, did I,

had changed,

my own

confines.

The room seemed ever

ever smaller.

Indistinct,

yet distinguished.

Was I to be their puppet,

to amuse and entertain

until my doom?

Thus did I

boldly decide

to take action

and defy my fate:to end it all in

a fiery blaze.

I leapt from the couch

for the only wick.

Tantalizingly ironically,

my hands could not

satisfy the height.

No space or time

could prove why,

but a fiery end

I was denied.

These rooms, it seemed,

definitely lacked

any formal order

or classification.

Their placement defying

spatial ranking,

simply dungeons in

this labyrinth.

Thus, I silently took note

as in another room I looked.

Here were people

once too much in love

now were people

to be shunned.

Their demons seemingly took

their task

and indulged in their

schadenfreude.

Their bounty had,

by metal forged,

lost the use of

every orifice.

Painfully airtight,

o'er e'ery pore,

not even their ears

were left to be.

While in their life, they sought

to close the gaps

that they mentally

or physically had,

now achieved their goal

forever more.

Darker still the path did go

my fate, to me, was still

unknown.

That saffron sky

now succumbed to mold.

Once civilized, noticeable walls

now did decayingly fade.

The ones elevated by

excess ambition

now were overly humbled

acting as

a forgettable floor.

Each step they grumbled,

each step they howled.

The horrors of

abandoning pride,

once distinguishing,

now generic.

I saw, at last,

a shining door,

gilded with finest,

purest gold.

Nicely furnished,

pleasantly kept,

surprisingly bare

and out of place

to everything else

when I did compare.

Paraphenalia

of silent destruction

leaning over

taking me in.

Greasy streaks

of ebony line

the corridor, delineated

under a

saffron sky.

Doors haphazardly juxtaposed

flaunting both rhyme and reason

offering only opportunities

to obliterate

the senses.

In one room

I happened to see

seduction ever most

vile.

A corpulent woman

donned in cards,

else naked

head to toe,

gyrated about

unnaturally,

her face a grotesque

mask.

The sign above

to all decried,

"The fabulous

Lady Luck".

Her victim,

entranced by those movements,

offered to her all he had,

but once his possessions

became hers,

she ended with him her session.

In a panic,

I do recall,

an act so bold,

so irrational.

From his hand

he did separate

with the greatest of might

his every finger from its joint.

Thus the shapely succubus

refocused on him,

hand drowning in crimson runnels,

to take what she felt was hers.

Could I not stay for more

for from behind me, a prodding came on

darker, darker into the abyss

travelling onwards, my weary soul.

I saw again

another room

housing stranger

sights to see.

In it was many a fool

chaperoned by demon's hand.

And affixed to every

limb and joint,

a slender thread

of darkest black

secured to the tightest tight.

These victims, like

those before,

mastered not

their own

faculties,

functioning not

like you or I

until provoked to shriek

and cry.

Each scaly, winged demon thus

did with them as they wished.

One man was made to dance through fire

another choked his comrades with their wires.

Before I could

begin to think

to look for

my fellow men,

a familiar tugging

pulled me along.

Dimmer, harder

to see on.

On this sojourn,

I believe,

many more

had gone before

and ever still

new souls to come.

Every step

I undertook

carried the weight

of all damned down

this despicable trail.

I knew of course

my stop to be

set aside especially

keen on my misery.

But until I reached

my destination,

I did partake in some

slight schadenfreude.

Along my right

there came upon me

a flash of a bright

and pungent light.

Tongues of fire licking

at the door frame.

Here I saw

this pitiful shrine.

Men, I think,of once aggrandizing stature,

now reformed into

a most decrepit form.

Eyes escaping from their heads,

limbs so gaunt, bodies thin,

what once may have been

a noble spine,

now e'er perverted

in unnatural curves.

These beings encircled

a dying fire

sheltering them from

else frigid conditions.

To feed that holocaust

and defeat impending frost,

All manner of things

into the fire they tossed.

When material

could not be found,

they turned to despair,

a point none should know.

Into the fire,

the bodies went,

to provide what little

warmth they could.

Those able

to withstand the pyre,

in futile vengeance,

ensnared their tormentors.

One wretch, upon spying

my observant eyes,

charged at me

with most fright'ning pace.

Slammed I the door

and went on my way,

saved from burning,

at least for today.

Learned I now

a golden rule,

taught by none,

obeyed by all:

Regardless of your

misery,

ready are those

to make it worse.

Show me he who wants my life,
judges my existence to be one worthy of envy.
Let me have at him thusly
for mine is a life tattered and spoiled by excess
tarnished by sin, ruined by deceit.
Show me he who admires me,
finds me deserving of adulation.
I shall rebuke and scold him harshly.
I bear upon me
marks so shameful,
signs so condemning,
My fate sealed long before.
Show me he who appreciates me,
showering me with undue gratitude.
I will return his affections.
Indeed, I do that which none dare speak of
on no one's command but that of
unspoken demands
by a neglecting society
lofted high amongst the vapours pure and arrogant.
Show me he who believes me a hero,
unspoken in excellence, underpaid in celebration.
Let me render his face in twain
for none who know my story
can dare to agree with such a fool.
Show me he who finds me a waste,
an unnecessary blotch on the world,
And I will show you a wise man.

Floating
amidst a cold, impersonal sea,
adrift
interspersed by deceptive jubilee
alone
None to save thee
suffering
numb to life's trivial cares
drowning
by thy own device.
Orphaned,
disowned by the world,
forlorn,
waiting, sea shall claim its bounty
sinking
embracing a cerulean deep
alone
none knowing thy demise.

Spiraling out of control
into a sky of abject despair
fly the children, one by one,
ignited, cannot be undone.
Watch the tears
streak down the faces
of every mother
in silent shame.
The lives they saved
from day to day
Now suddenly throw
themselves away.
A field littered with cremains.
Flesh entangled, singing harmonies
of steel wings on ground depraved.
Oil runs thick as blood
Damned to die before they started
Left they the loved ones broken hearted
Dreams of being an astronaut
Clearly seen come out to naught.
When the TV jackals roam free,
detailing horrors soon to see,
listing the lost with little love,
leading the viewers like lemmings,
depicting all those who flew
in brilliant spectacle for you.
Look at the bodies, feel the screams
Act shocked as it hits you
through the heavy glass screen.
They never smiled, can't you see?
They only smiled for what lay beneath.

O how the remorse builds up inside
I leapt the wrong way
Didn't have good to say
barely thought to pray
sinned from day to day
It smothers me into a blissful respinterrupted
by the searing anguish
the lashes of demons
the clawing of doubt
gnawing away at my existence
undermining my confidenceite

I am thoroughly trapped in the darkness
no loving Master to dig me out
He simply protects me from their attempts
to end my life
and my consciousness.

I feel every barb ripping out
my tendons are gnarled
my muscles are shredded
I have lost the ability to cry

Yet, magically
it somehow ceases
I think myself totally weightless
I float casually towards the light
perhaps some stranger has saved me from such a plight

Back onto the tightrope so long ago
the thunder booms
the lightning glares
and all I can do is cry

alone on a transfigured isle
no wretched life but mine for miles
the suns begins to unleash its horror
but I refuse to surrender

Through the waves I dive and swim
the current splits me out and in
yet soon I am adrift at sea
No way to go no no direction to see

Yet I shall swim forward
because what lies in wait for me
cannot be worse than what I have endured
on that accursed isle.

My arms and legs begin to convulse
Undefined becomes my pulse
Flail about and hope for the best
as the cold of the ocean collapses my chest

My eyes are slowly shutting
this death is much more cunning
Done in by my instinct to live
drew me out to my fall

the seas swell and crash back and forth
yet it's all so peaceful to me.
I welcome the water to become an eternal part of me
as I sink into the deep

No longer shall my accursed form
nor manner of sinning despoil no more
the purity that is left within this world
I take my life
so that you may live.