Gently nudge or better shove
Push me into tomorrow
From blissful blessed Nirvana
Empty head and hollow
Sound bubble drone flight
Bent bludgeoned never loved
Bend time till tomorrow
From restful dreaded medication
Full of shine and shallow
Waiting for the whipcrack stripmine
Vaudeville blue light favorite
Poke the carcass with a stick
Cut from cloth of felt
From the hearts of the Feltmen
Trapped in Gormenghast
Or doomed Hagedorn
Seasons change our sole entertaining
Reasons vain our Souls rearranging
Feather duster birds take flight
In deep forests of the night
Flee from the Tyger's malicious eye
Have a slice of this delicious pie.
Inside of Me
What is it inside of me
That begs to be freed?
Why don't I know
If it's to be known?
Something that swells
That throbs
No mere feeling or emotion
But a living, real thing
Ghost? A Ghost?
No, too solid
Churning, pushing against a shell
Glowing, raging
Changing yet remaining
Voiceless yet screaming
Condemning, accusing
Scared as a kitten, playing tough
Fooling no one
Pointing and mocking
Weeping and scowling at the same time
A demon at play, an angel at bay
Confused, half-retarded
It knows so little
While convinced its wisdom
Is worth the air
It is written on
Floating heavenward
Tugged down
Can I face this bastard again?
How many times
Have I denied? Have I accepted?
Have I given up and given sway?
Wisdom has not served me well
Wrestling has not made me strong
A day passes, the skin is thinner
Another year to weaken
The cage rusts and time corrodes
Soon to crumble, to mix with dust
What is left behind?
This thing?
Unsatisfied, Insatiable beast
Ever-changing morals, never content
To settle
A weak bird on a fence
Too stupid to see
The rock flying
Flung by God-knows-who
Someone
Wanting to see it hit the ground
Delighted at the spectacle
Of wings broken, flapping in vain
Body twitching, this is insane
One for the body, two for the brain
Buy me a ticket for the graveyard train
That begs to be freed?
Why don't I know
If it's to be known?
Something that swells
That throbs
No mere feeling or emotion
But a living, real thing
Ghost? A Ghost?
No, too solid
Churning, pushing against a shell
Glowing, raging
Changing yet remaining
Voiceless yet screaming
Condemning, accusing
Scared as a kitten, playing tough
Fooling no one
Pointing and mocking
Weeping and scowling at the same time
A demon at play, an angel at bay
Confused, half-retarded
It knows so little
While convinced its wisdom
Is worth the air
It is written on
Floating heavenward
Tugged down
Can I face this bastard again?
How many times
Have I denied? Have I accepted?
Have I given up and given sway?
Wisdom has not served me well
Wrestling has not made me strong
A day passes, the skin is thinner
Another year to weaken
The cage rusts and time corrodes
Soon to crumble, to mix with dust
What is left behind?
This thing?
Unsatisfied, Insatiable beast
Ever-changing morals, never content
To settle
A weak bird on a fence
Too stupid to see
The rock flying
Flung by God-knows-who
Someone
Wanting to see it hit the ground
Delighted at the spectacle
Of wings broken, flapping in vain
Body twitching, this is insane
One for the body, two for the brain
Buy me a ticket for the graveyard train
Between the Poles
Morality crushes me
From pole to pole I stride
Never taking the time
To stop for even a moment
Haunted by the ghosts accusing
From behind
I see glowing men before me, beckoning
I've been held in their arms
They have whispered living words in my ears
Soothed my tired mind with balm of forgetfulness
I know them, I have known them
But I'm not sure why they have to call for me
To join them
How did I wind up back here?
Pulled by the logic of evil
I struggle to keep from splattering
On that flat surface
I plug my ears to muffle their shouts
Taunts
Telling me
Nothing
Should be feared
That I should fear nothing
To be afraid of nothing
That nothing should be feared
But for now I have no problem with nothing
It's everything that frightens me
And keeps me running
This middle ground doesn't satisfy
And that is how I'm cursed
From pole to pole I stride
Never taking the time
To stop for even a moment
Haunted by the ghosts accusing
From behind
I see glowing men before me, beckoning
I've been held in their arms
They have whispered living words in my ears
Soothed my tired mind with balm of forgetfulness
I know them, I have known them
But I'm not sure why they have to call for me
To join them
How did I wind up back here?
Pulled by the logic of evil
I struggle to keep from splattering
On that flat surface
I plug my ears to muffle their shouts
Taunts
Telling me
Nothing
Should be feared
That I should fear nothing
To be afraid of nothing
That nothing should be feared
But for now I have no problem with nothing
It's everything that frightens me
And keeps me running
This middle ground doesn't satisfy
And that is how I'm cursed
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