Comments received on poems by aDarkerMind
Keep Walking
L. B. Mek said:
\'I saw a long dark cloak drifting on the spirit of Arden
I witnessed nothing more than any blind man could prove;
was it the woman I long to touch? I cannot find her
double jeopardy here, have only got one dice to roll
but with the race now on, somewhere in this darkness
hides the deepest mind buried in the deepest hole\'..
what a talent! dear Poet
and what a humbling privilege
to witness your wordsmith prowess
July 2nd, 2021 03:40
L. B. Mek said:
\'I saw a long dark cloak drifting on the spirit of Arden
I witnessed nothing more than any blind man could prove;
was it the woman I long to touch? I cannot find her
double jeopardy here, have only got one dice to roll
but with the race now on, somewhere in this darkness
hides the deepest mind buried in the deepest hole\'..
what a talent! dear Poet
and what a humbling privilege
to witness your wordsmith prowess
July 2nd, 2021 03:40
not since when last october lied
L. B. Mek said:
I read this, and can\'t help hearing
\'If I was God, I would\'ve - so done it all betta!\'
like a child, screeching
\'If I was a Parent, I would neva hurt my child\'
and then twenty or thirty years later
that same child - bellowing
\'stop crying! you have no idea
how lucky you are
to have Me as your parent, if it would\'ve been
My parents...\' lol
life\'s, so easy with that mindset of teen angst
mindless rebelliousness
where everything, is a consequence of circumstance
and a broken world - gifts
a landfill dumpsite of opportunity, to project
all the blame we accumulate
thereby insuring, all that raging anger
allows no room for accountability
to slither near, with our accrued invoice
for a lifetime of hypocritical idiocy...
Rage-on! dear poet
hope it helps, to distract - permanently
may you never
come across that withering mirror, of reality
July 1st, 2021 03:38
L. B. Mek said:
I read this, and can\'t help hearing
\'If I was God, I would\'ve - so done it all betta!\'
like a child, screeching
\'If I was a Parent, I would neva hurt my child\'
and then twenty or thirty years later
that same child - bellowing
\'stop crying! you have no idea
how lucky you are
to have Me as your parent, if it would\'ve been
My parents...\' lol
life\'s, so easy with that mindset of teen angst
mindless rebelliousness
where everything, is a consequence of circumstance
and a broken world - gifts
a landfill dumpsite of opportunity, to project
all the blame we accumulate
thereby insuring, all that raging anger
allows no room for accountability
to slither near, with our accrued invoice
for a lifetime of hypocritical idiocy...
Rage-on! dear poet
hope it helps, to distract - permanently
may you never
come across that withering mirror, of reality
July 1st, 2021 03:38
Of What About Exactly?
L. B. Mek said:
\'what harm can come from the swelling of silence?
this is all of what remains inside me now
once cherished now feared, always
a hunted Steer between chapters\'..
one day, there will be a gold rush
for these nugget\'s of insights
you choose to share with us
or, they\'ll inspire
someone the universe has intrusted
with a magnificently Poetic destiny,
either way
that potential of inspirational quality
you imbue
in each of your poems, is truly - well
inspiring
June 28th, 2021 06:08
L. B. Mek said:
\'what harm can come from the swelling of silence?
this is all of what remains inside me now
once cherished now feared, always
a hunted Steer between chapters\'..
one day, there will be a gold rush
for these nugget\'s of insights
you choose to share with us
or, they\'ll inspire
someone the universe has intrusted
with a magnificently Poetic destiny,
either way
that potential of inspirational quality
you imbue
in each of your poems, is truly - well
inspiring
June 28th, 2021 06:08
Persistent Inconsistency
L. B. Mek said:
only, when those childhood pillar\'s
of perceived vehemence, are shed
do we finally begin
to taste and feel the veracity of modernity\'s
sleeted streets of dizzying misery;
and then: the true fun
of reality\'s seasonal, slaps: to our calloused face
can really, take aim...
meanwhile, we\'ll just grip the ropes and ponder
what round this is
and when, will we finally start doing that whole
\'living\' thing...
June 25th, 2021 05:21
L. B. Mek said:
only, when those childhood pillar\'s
of perceived vehemence, are shed
do we finally begin
to taste and feel the veracity of modernity\'s
sleeted streets of dizzying misery;
and then: the true fun
of reality\'s seasonal, slaps: to our calloused face
can really, take aim...
meanwhile, we\'ll just grip the ropes and ponder
what round this is
and when, will we finally start doing that whole
\'living\' thing...
June 25th, 2021 05:21
save me from tomorrow
L. B. Mek said:
\'deep into the heartless epidural of a panasomic dream;
my murdered spine
chocking on the phlem of an unreasonable fog
with a bullfrog cocking its\' weary limbs into the sunset
of a terminal sky
waltz\'s with my cabbage patch doll
and succumbs
to the red clay charms
of an adolescent tide\'..
Seriously, in all seriousness: behold, this surreal beauty
of Poetic talent\'s vehemence, in its undiluted Brilliance!
June 24th, 2021 04:04
L. B. Mek said:
\'deep into the heartless epidural of a panasomic dream;
my murdered spine
chocking on the phlem of an unreasonable fog
with a bullfrog cocking its\' weary limbs into the sunset
of a terminal sky
waltz\'s with my cabbage patch doll
and succumbs
to the red clay charms
of an adolescent tide\'..
Seriously, in all seriousness: behold, this surreal beauty
of Poetic talent\'s vehemence, in its undiluted Brilliance!
June 24th, 2021 04:04
when jesus stole my avocados\' brain
Saxon Crow said:
Like this one Mel. Very cool
June 20th, 2021 02:03
Saxon Crow said:
Like this one Mel. Very cool
June 20th, 2021 02:03
who knows to where the ark will sail
L. B. Mek said:
\'benign
but with a cancerous intent
of weaving a blue water stitch;
the rainbow
with a mole brain planting its\' roots
into the crevis of a secret den
when will the covid brain: enlighten\'
June 15th, 2021 04:51
L. B. Mek said:
\'benign
but with a cancerous intent
of weaving a blue water stitch;
the rainbow
with a mole brain planting its\' roots
into the crevis of a secret den
when will the covid brain: enlighten\'
June 15th, 2021 04:51
in love with a laughing hyena
aDarkerMind said:
thank you for my birthday wishes L B Mek;
as for my being a broken person..no;
I simlply choose to write with a mind that forever questions not what is right, but what is accepted as being right, ignoring those who have a different view on life;
I dont find a rainbow fascinating, but I do ask, when a man falls in love with a drag queen bingo caller, he gets castrated!
isnt that also a wonderful thing?
two people falling in love;
yes, I view the world through miserable eyes.
but one thing I will not do;
is write only to please the eyes of those of read what I write;\'
as I said before, my mind rules my pen, and that is what I must live with;
June 14th, 2021 12:21
aDarkerMind said:
thank you for my birthday wishes L B Mek;
as for my being a broken person..no;
I simlply choose to write with a mind that forever questions not what is right, but what is accepted as being right, ignoring those who have a different view on life;
I dont find a rainbow fascinating, but I do ask, when a man falls in love with a drag queen bingo caller, he gets castrated!
isnt that also a wonderful thing?
two people falling in love;
yes, I view the world through miserable eyes.
but one thing I will not do;
is write only to please the eyes of those of read what I write;\'
as I said before, my mind rules my pen, and that is what I must live with;
June 14th, 2021 12:21
in love with a laughing hyena
L. B. Mek said:
Happy Birthday dear Poet,
(what can I do, you may choose
to be prejudicial against those of my pigment of skin
but still, I affirm my choice to recognise
you: for the poetry,
than the broken person, you so fervently
project yourself to be)
\'bingo callers long lost need for steam\', eh? lol
this be that: \'word picture\' they talk about
words and lines imbued with such distinct clarity
even that manufactured, 4th dimensionality
of immersivity, miraged - pixel perfection
can ever: come close to imitating
June 14th, 2021 05:32
L. B. Mek said:
Happy Birthday dear Poet,
(what can I do, you may choose
to be prejudicial against those of my pigment of skin
but still, I affirm my choice to recognise
you: for the poetry,
than the broken person, you so fervently
project yourself to be)
\'bingo callers long lost need for steam\', eh? lol
this be that: \'word picture\' they talk about
words and lines imbued with such distinct clarity
even that manufactured, 4th dimensionality
of immersivity, miraged - pixel perfection
can ever: come close to imitating
June 14th, 2021 05:32
in a petit pois mood on the surface of a scar
L. B. Mek said:
\'kisses for a bootleg wine
that pours
through the pors of inflamable plastic macks
high on chicken wire
as the tonsils love
breaks wind and answers back;
deep inside the eyes of a pancreas delight
scented sugar cubes overpower
the flowering peppers overindulgent scream
as a heatwave dangles
its\' treasured hook
into a suffocating light
bondage in a corduroy suit\'
June 11th, 2021 04:30
L. B. Mek said:
\'kisses for a bootleg wine
that pours
through the pors of inflamable plastic macks
high on chicken wire
as the tonsils love
breaks wind and answers back;
deep inside the eyes of a pancreas delight
scented sugar cubes overpower
the flowering peppers overindulgent scream
as a heatwave dangles
its\' treasured hook
into a suffocating light
bondage in a corduroy suit\'
June 11th, 2021 04:30
I am a fetus in a goldfish bowl
L. B. Mek said:
\'with landmine knives
cutting through the bruises on my chin
chocking on loves whispers
as my premature sperm glistens and curtsys
on its\' meeting of precautionary skin;
naked for the threadbare summers raves
a cotton candy dancing on the stomachs of the brave
as a butchers breast drips its\' silk onto the ribs
of a swollen mothers rage;\'
what a cruel society we\'ve curated
to warp such a talent, into a raving monstrosity
clouded in accrued pain-addled, smog
that so few get to appreciate
its threadbare remnant of artistry,
such a waste!
and what a triumph
for the innate nature of creativity
that manages to outshine
all this vitriol excess of hate..
screaming to all: there\'s hope yet
enough at least, to conquer - over
such impotently bleak perceptions
of our commonly shared, existence
June 10th, 2021 03:46
L. B. Mek said:
\'with landmine knives
cutting through the bruises on my chin
chocking on loves whispers
as my premature sperm glistens and curtsys
on its\' meeting of precautionary skin;
naked for the threadbare summers raves
a cotton candy dancing on the stomachs of the brave
as a butchers breast drips its\' silk onto the ribs
of a swollen mothers rage;\'
what a cruel society we\'ve curated
to warp such a talent, into a raving monstrosity
clouded in accrued pain-addled, smog
that so few get to appreciate
its threadbare remnant of artistry,
such a waste!
and what a triumph
for the innate nature of creativity
that manages to outshine
all this vitriol excess of hate..
screaming to all: there\'s hope yet
enough at least, to conquer - over
such impotently bleak perceptions
of our commonly shared, existence
June 10th, 2021 03:46
a suicide wind in a cardboard sky
A Boy With Roses said:
The title of this poem paints quite a numb feeling. The Sex Pistols are always great, and Heart of Gold by Neil Young is a staple on my life. He\'s such a cute, genuine man and songwriter.
June 8th, 2021 16:59
A Boy With Roses said:
The title of this poem paints quite a numb feeling. The Sex Pistols are always great, and Heart of Gold by Neil Young is a staple on my life. He\'s such a cute, genuine man and songwriter.
June 8th, 2021 16:59
How Fickle The Pickled Rose In Its\' Orchard Grave
L. B. Mek said:
that\'s a very striking image on the video \'cover\':
a skeleton, blackened monkey face
with black gloves and hoody
all within a black n white video...
ok, well I hope
this weaponization of artistry
gives you the world, you want to curate..
I kinds feel, dispirited
once more, at myself
for choosing to believe
there\'s more good than bad
when the abundance of malicious idiocy
tells me different, every gruelling step
of my unwavering climb...
just sad, on so many levels... really
June 8th, 2021 05:45
L. B. Mek said:
that\'s a very striking image on the video \'cover\':
a skeleton, blackened monkey face
with black gloves and hoody
all within a black n white video...
ok, well I hope
this weaponization of artistry
gives you the world, you want to curate..
I kinds feel, dispirited
once more, at myself
for choosing to believe
there\'s more good than bad
when the abundance of malicious idiocy
tells me different, every gruelling step
of my unwavering climb...
just sad, on so many levels... really
June 8th, 2021 05:45
As I Journey Through The Veins Of The Frozen Mandarin
Trenz Pruca said:
Great! I loved it. Love the images. Thank you.
June 6th, 2021 13:06
Trenz Pruca said:
Great! I loved it. Love the images. Thank you.
June 6th, 2021 13:06
In The Suicide Pond Where Drowns Dementias\' Reign
L. B. Mek said:
\'where is the dripping lard
that burns my eternal greed?
as it seeds
your powdered wedding ring
as it sours
my tasting of your post natal hormone seed;
bleed with the sun
feed on the sublime interroagation
as the prison guard snickers
with the confessional sums of love\'..
wow!
although I think I need a little help in context
to guide me, sadly
I lack the brain capacity to comprehend fully...
still, of what little I\'ve gleaned
I\'ve insatiably devoured
with my glutenous greed for all-things imbued
with that artistic integrity: of Poetic majesty...
June 4th, 2021 04:44
L. B. Mek said:
\'where is the dripping lard
that burns my eternal greed?
as it seeds
your powdered wedding ring
as it sours
my tasting of your post natal hormone seed;
bleed with the sun
feed on the sublime interroagation
as the prison guard snickers
with the confessional sums of love\'..
wow!
although I think I need a little help in context
to guide me, sadly
I lack the brain capacity to comprehend fully...
still, of what little I\'ve gleaned
I\'ve insatiably devoured
with my glutenous greed for all-things imbued
with that artistic integrity: of Poetic majesty...
June 4th, 2021 04:44
To coexist with the spring in a christmas shoe
L. B. Mek said:
just, so depressingly sad - what a waste
it is a crime against our generation\'s Poetry
and affirmation to everything accessible
that we deny ourselves
or have other\'s deny it for us:
that you, dear poet are not a house hold name
being encouraged and celebrated by society\'s majority!
\'walking with the tremors of a catfish
doped on the Marciano punch
in the seventh round
with a parceled rum and black, my sordid eyes settle
on a glimpse of the sea
as the seafaring queen buttons her corset
and shaves her butterfly arms.
butternut beans
in a squandered levine
swims the articulate tide
with an heir apperent guest
of a shepherds eye\'
\'pricks from the aardvaks teeth
bites into the heaving of my bleeding flesh
of nonchalant screams
love is all, and
love is all it is.
tarrogan thighs in beds of aluminums stockings and lace
traces my footsteps back
to a prehistoric morphine pill under a covid sky.
why does your wire cut so deep?\'
June 3rd, 2021 04:17
L. B. Mek said:
just, so depressingly sad - what a waste
it is a crime against our generation\'s Poetry
and affirmation to everything accessible
that we deny ourselves
or have other\'s deny it for us:
that you, dear poet are not a house hold name
being encouraged and celebrated by society\'s majority!
\'walking with the tremors of a catfish
doped on the Marciano punch
in the seventh round
with a parceled rum and black, my sordid eyes settle
on a glimpse of the sea
as the seafaring queen buttons her corset
and shaves her butterfly arms.
butternut beans
in a squandered levine
swims the articulate tide
with an heir apperent guest
of a shepherds eye\'
\'pricks from the aardvaks teeth
bites into the heaving of my bleeding flesh
of nonchalant screams
love is all, and
love is all it is.
tarrogan thighs in beds of aluminums stockings and lace
traces my footsteps back
to a prehistoric morphine pill under a covid sky.
why does your wire cut so deep?\'
June 3rd, 2021 04:17
In the excreted company of the wolves nocturnal cyst
L. B. Mek said:
wow, such vividly obscene volatility
showcased with: purposed integrity!
this be a poem that is meant, to be felt
not merely read..
conveying with unmistakeable clarity
the anguish of the author
at that one time
in this one - singular, mindset...
(although
I would understand if some may argue
this needs an age restriction warning
for its graphic imagery
admittedly this is a little less subtle
than your usual, artistry)
either way, at least for me
this is such, an intriguing read!
(I\'ve never - ever, read hate of the \'broken hearted\'
expressed with such: unvarnished eloquence):
\'I am in love with the boil on the backsideof her heart
wanking with the spanking hand of the occult
in sulking trees with knees of abanded seed
she breathes my semon cold through the veins of abandoned profiterole ghost;
I love you most\'
reminds me of the Great: Emily Disckinson:
\'It would never be Common—more—I said—
Difference—had begun—
Many a bitterness—had been—
But that old sort—was done—
Or—if it sometime—showed—as \'twill—
Upon the Downiest—Morn—
Such bliss—had I—for all the years—
\'Twould give an Easier—pain—\'
from \'It would never be common, more - I said\' or \'poem 430\'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-8305 )
June 1st, 2021 04:28
L. B. Mek said:
wow, such vividly obscene volatility
showcased with: purposed integrity!
this be a poem that is meant, to be felt
not merely read..
conveying with unmistakeable clarity
the anguish of the author
at that one time
in this one - singular, mindset...
(although
I would understand if some may argue
this needs an age restriction warning
for its graphic imagery
admittedly this is a little less subtle
than your usual, artistry)
either way, at least for me
this is such, an intriguing read!
(I\'ve never - ever, read hate of the \'broken hearted\'
expressed with such: unvarnished eloquence):
\'I am in love with the boil on the backsideof her heart
wanking with the spanking hand of the occult
in sulking trees with knees of abanded seed
she breathes my semon cold through the veins of abandoned profiterole ghost;
I love you most\'
reminds me of the Great: Emily Disckinson:
\'It would never be Common—more—I said—
Difference—had begun—
Many a bitterness—had been—
But that old sort—was done—
Or—if it sometime—showed—as \'twill—
Upon the Downiest—Morn—
Such bliss—had I—for all the years—
\'Twould give an Easier—pain—\'
from \'It would never be common, more - I said\' or \'poem 430\'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-8305 )
June 1st, 2021 04:28
Too Long This Day Of Pain
L. B. Mek said:
reading your poetry, is like
dogpaddling upon an inked sea: of idiosyncratic imagery:
\'I have mingled well
with the entourage of solvents, continued abuse
robust, yet rusting beneath an auctioneers
toe-tapping hammer.
sounds of the swinging sixties
hanging, from the ears of deaths prescriptive pollen
in counts of three to five
sunken heads, nesting in the pillows
of a cautious whim
where swarms the starving flies
on a henchmans wounded chest.\'
thank you, for Choosing
to share your brilliance dear Poet..
(and I too agree, there\'s no hierarchy of worth
in realms: of True \'artistic integrity\'
you should encourage my show of humility
for we all know of that monstrous, Pride
we each harbour: willingly) lol
still, I humbly appreciate
your kind reply to my last comment
it means more
coming from a Poet of your calibre
May 31st, 2021 04:04
L. B. Mek said:
reading your poetry, is like
dogpaddling upon an inked sea: of idiosyncratic imagery:
\'I have mingled well
with the entourage of solvents, continued abuse
robust, yet rusting beneath an auctioneers
toe-tapping hammer.
sounds of the swinging sixties
hanging, from the ears of deaths prescriptive pollen
in counts of three to five
sunken heads, nesting in the pillows
of a cautious whim
where swarms the starving flies
on a henchmans wounded chest.\'
thank you, for Choosing
to share your brilliance dear Poet..
(and I too agree, there\'s no hierarchy of worth
in realms: of True \'artistic integrity\'
you should encourage my show of humility
for we all know of that monstrous, Pride
we each harbour: willingly) lol
still, I humbly appreciate
your kind reply to my last comment
it means more
coming from a Poet of your calibre
May 31st, 2021 04:04
deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
L. B. Mek said:
\'as mellow as the day in its fermenting terror of fortunate chance
sniggers with the bragging beads of communal stones\'
\'the hungry horse showers my bride with unrivalled pain
with vowels of pitted verbs through curtains of hidden rain
the cortisone needle picks through remains of my buttered brain.\'
\'deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine;\'
yup, just simply: breath-taking, to witness such prowess!
one day, if I ever grow-up
I will hope to write a line of poetry
worth comparing to your mastery!
you brilliant, brilliant artist of a Poet!
thank you for choosing to share
keep striving my friend, never relent
so long as you\'re enjoying, discovering
that next syllable: of a poetic miracle..
May 27th, 2021 04:28
L. B. Mek said:
\'as mellow as the day in its fermenting terror of fortunate chance
sniggers with the bragging beads of communal stones\'
\'the hungry horse showers my bride with unrivalled pain
with vowels of pitted verbs through curtains of hidden rain
the cortisone needle picks through remains of my buttered brain.\'
\'deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine;\'
yup, just simply: breath-taking, to witness such prowess!
one day, if I ever grow-up
I will hope to write a line of poetry
worth comparing to your mastery!
you brilliant, brilliant artist of a Poet!
thank you for choosing to share
keep striving my friend, never relent
so long as you\'re enjoying, discovering
that next syllable: of a poetic miracle..
May 27th, 2021 04:28
deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
A Boy With Roses said:
so full of imagery and meticulous metaphors ... so full of meaning ... so full of life and joyous to read ... so deep you can swim in it
May 26th, 2021 19:51
A Boy With Roses said:
so full of imagery and meticulous metaphors ... so full of meaning ... so full of life and joyous to read ... so deep you can swim in it
May 26th, 2021 19:51
deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
rosiedm said:
😲😲😲suckels the breast of the maggots paw! some mad sentences here ..like a scene from dark tale of mystery
What inpires you I think
books films ?
May 26th, 2021 17:23
rosiedm said:
😲😲😲suckels the breast of the maggots paw! some mad sentences here ..like a scene from dark tale of mystery
What inpires you I think
books films ?
May 26th, 2021 17:23
Neither Now Nor One Day Soon
L. B. Mek said:
woooooow, wow!!!!
thank you!!!
(I started highlighting lines and passages
and then, I just gave-up - for I would end up
just copy-pasting your whole poem
as my pointedly chosen: highlight reel
and no, that ain\'t no dim-witted over exaggeration
from my end, either
its a simple truth
as hard as it may be: to read - as true...)
May 24th, 2021 05:25
L. B. Mek said:
woooooow, wow!!!!
thank you!!!
(I started highlighting lines and passages
and then, I just gave-up - for I would end up
just copy-pasting your whole poem
as my pointedly chosen: highlight reel
and no, that ain\'t no dim-witted over exaggeration
from my end, either
its a simple truth
as hard as it may be: to read - as true...)
May 24th, 2021 05:25
When Wisdom Grew a Beard on Fickle Trees
aDarkerMind said:
thank you L B Mek.
I always appreciate your comments;
I will never stop believing.
and I will always write the only way I know and never comform to the poets hierarchy;
May 21st, 2021 10:49
aDarkerMind said:
thank you L B Mek.
I always appreciate your comments;
I will never stop believing.
and I will always write the only way I know and never comform to the poets hierarchy;
May 21st, 2021 10:49
When Wisdom Grew a Beard on Fickle Trees
L. B. Mek said:
at this point, all I can do is appreciate, favourite
and just re-read your brilliance
again, and again, and again, and again...
just, WOW!!!
shame on such a spitefully, pathetic industry
that ignores brilliant mind\'s like yours..
what a crime! of unforgivable waste
you should share your talent
with as many people as you can, dear poet
keep believing and striving!
May 21st, 2021 03:09
L. B. Mek said:
at this point, all I can do is appreciate, favourite
and just re-read your brilliance
again, and again, and again, and again...
just, WOW!!!
shame on such a spitefully, pathetic industry
that ignores brilliant mind\'s like yours..
what a crime! of unforgivable waste
you should share your talent
with as many people as you can, dear poet
keep believing and striving!
May 21st, 2021 03:09
With Non-Conforming Ease
L. B. Mek said:
deeply insightful and as ever, unflinchingly frank
in tone and purposed brutality of word choices..
artistry\'s vulnerability, evolved into a thought provoking write:
\'where is my mother of darkened prowel and scurrying thighs?
where is my father of tortured soul with needles in his eyes?
I am blind to the comforting pillows of destructive change
alone while my flowing blood bellows and barks
and tickles the spine of the gauntlet\'s pickled brain;
volts of unearthly treasures fluster my shrinking cells
as my stomach chokes on absynth oil\'
May 19th, 2021 03:39
L. B. Mek said:
deeply insightful and as ever, unflinchingly frank
in tone and purposed brutality of word choices..
artistry\'s vulnerability, evolved into a thought provoking write:
\'where is my mother of darkened prowel and scurrying thighs?
where is my father of tortured soul with needles in his eyes?
I am blind to the comforting pillows of destructive change
alone while my flowing blood bellows and barks
and tickles the spine of the gauntlet\'s pickled brain;
volts of unearthly treasures fluster my shrinking cells
as my stomach chokes on absynth oil\'
May 19th, 2021 03:39
In Gemini Skies With My Twisted Sails Of Taurean Limbs
L. B. Mek said:
\'brow beaten by the muted heart of asylums cleansing bleach;
I am in love with the darkness of my tempermental skin
the aches and pains that tastes of imported winds
as I crawl with the wishbones through corridors of demented reprieve\'..
WOW!
just, wow!!!
and \'They\' say \'True Poetry\' is dead....
here\'s words that rightfully show 🖕
to that mindset of inane, futility
discarding it to its rightful place
of binned obstinacy, permanently!
Thank you for choosing to share
May 17th, 2021 05:50
L. B. Mek said:
\'brow beaten by the muted heart of asylums cleansing bleach;
I am in love with the darkness of my tempermental skin
the aches and pains that tastes of imported winds
as I crawl with the wishbones through corridors of demented reprieve\'..
WOW!
just, wow!!!
and \'They\' say \'True Poetry\' is dead....
here\'s words that rightfully show 🖕
to that mindset of inane, futility
discarding it to its rightful place
of binned obstinacy, permanently!
Thank you for choosing to share
May 17th, 2021 05:50
one last cheer for the mighty sperm whale
L. B. Mek said:
a mere 29 years away from its 200th birthday
Herman Melville\'s words, still resonates and penetrates: loud and clear
for those with the patience
to unfurl, dissect and digest, than merely - reactionarily, judge and detest!
as does you brand
of unflinching and boorishly matter-of-fact, frank: Poetry
thanks for sharing!
indeed, since soothingly whispered words of \'positive reinforcement\'
clearly aren\'t working, let us all
try shocking ourselves from that cyclical apathy
of ignorance worshipping malaise of petulantly, entitled: indifference
to all thigs titled - Humane and Accountability...!
May 13th, 2021 05:06
L. B. Mek said:
a mere 29 years away from its 200th birthday
Herman Melville\'s words, still resonates and penetrates: loud and clear
for those with the patience
to unfurl, dissect and digest, than merely - reactionarily, judge and detest!
as does you brand
of unflinching and boorishly matter-of-fact, frank: Poetry
thanks for sharing!
indeed, since soothingly whispered words of \'positive reinforcement\'
clearly aren\'t working, let us all
try shocking ourselves from that cyclical apathy
of ignorance worshipping malaise of petulantly, entitled: indifference
to all thigs titled - Humane and Accountability...!
May 13th, 2021 05:06
Not Since The Last November Rain
L. B. Mek said:
\'Mother of the playful pearl in her green unbottoned blouse
crawled with soldiers wounds through skinless winter leaves
between the swollen eyes\'
\'through tortured sperm of ruptured Porcupine
have I dared to hiss and kiss at the carnival of dancing doubt
or pirate my charade in my uniform of transparant anxiety;
not since the last November rain
have I dared to close my eyes and die again;\'..
initially, I was drawn to that porcelain metaphor again, but
realised you have utilised it completely different in this poem
(how creatively refreshing and bold)..
and then, as always with your stylistic Poetry\'s
unassuming Rosewater, of subtly decadent wording
I was lost - deep, within that ink of creativity\'s fervour
glaring your poetic genius, to my pixilated slipstream: screen..
(write\'s like your transcend need for age limits or trigger warnings
since only those willing to delve deep and unfurl
can have access to your Poetry, to begin with
in my humble opinion),
thanks for sharing dear Poet
May 11th, 2021 06:24
L. B. Mek said:
\'Mother of the playful pearl in her green unbottoned blouse
crawled with soldiers wounds through skinless winter leaves
between the swollen eyes\'
\'through tortured sperm of ruptured Porcupine
have I dared to hiss and kiss at the carnival of dancing doubt
or pirate my charade in my uniform of transparant anxiety;
not since the last November rain
have I dared to close my eyes and die again;\'..
initially, I was drawn to that porcelain metaphor again, but
realised you have utilised it completely different in this poem
(how creatively refreshing and bold)..
and then, as always with your stylistic Poetry\'s
unassuming Rosewater, of subtly decadent wording
I was lost - deep, within that ink of creativity\'s fervour
glaring your poetic genius, to my pixilated slipstream: screen..
(write\'s like your transcend need for age limits or trigger warnings
since only those willing to delve deep and unfurl
can have access to your Poetry, to begin with
in my humble opinion),
thanks for sharing dear Poet
May 11th, 2021 06:24
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