Putting my neck out on the line
Underneath the guillotine
Execution exhibition
Welcoming hostilities
Crowded, calloused audience
Applauding the facilities
Knock-on-wood, the lever flung
To greet responsibilities
Tied up, at the stake
Smoke-break, I’ve had enough
Bindings, feel the sting
Blood-flow, cut off at the cuff
Heating, at my feet
Enemies, all huff and puff
Wicker-man, now I stand
Igniting to be more abrupt
Back against the wall
Blindfolded to the firing squad
Lies and accusations
Cocked and readied in their espionage
Waiting for the cannonballs
Weary to how they’ll respond
Ready, aim, fire…
Moment’s volley cease to rattle on
Lethal this injection
Coursing through my veins
With the chains of hostility
Going through growing pains
Got an audience watching me
Convulsing in my shame
Paralyzed with poison eyes
That I just cannot claim
Got me situated
Made this chair into a bond
Didn’t have a final word
All set to turn the power on
Now I know we all know Edison
But Tesla was beyond
I’m about to feel the power
Now I’ll go say hello to God
Everyone has got a stone
Now stretching out their arms
Hiding all their sins
While they justify my harm
Jumping to their judgements
Sounding the alarm
Watch you cast the first stone
As I’m turning on the charm
Time to turn the valve
Hear the hissing of the gas
Lefty-loosey, righty-tighty
And I’m trying not to gasp
Eyes sting, nose bleeding
Body seizing at the clasp
Trying to hold my vomit in
As I am a man of class
They say they want to hang me
But they won’t use the noose
Instead, they’ve got some nails
Set to hammering them through
But what am I to do
Know, this isn’t what I’d choose
Executions all around me
There are so many ways to lose
© HeartOfBabel
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Author:
Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2021 14:35
- Comment from author about the poem: This is merely a pleasure piece based on my interests in execution methods. I decided to just stick with the more notable methods, but may end up writing a similar piece in the future that is a little more exotic. Gotta love a freak!
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments4
A pleasure piece you say... 🤔
Totally normal!
So many questions but I'm just going to nod my head and agree
Don't get it.
And no; it is not compulsory to love a freak.
I think it is fairly safe to say that not everything can be gotten, and not everything can have meaning and purpose to each individual.
So we delight in the commonality, and everything else is either an exhilarating surprise or a disgruntled disinterest (or somewhere in between, or way beyond those confinement’s).
All we can do is choose or choose not, to love the freak!
beneath all the bravado
and dramatic distractions
your message is expressed with sincere clarity
'sometimes we all feel like
we're under attack
and our every step of life, is filled
with pitfalls and abundant dangers'...
still, if we're of sound mind enough
to keep on surviving, living
we might as well start, with owning our truth
and eventually, grow-out of that need
to posture and act like the dramatic clown
we think the world will react to
just so that we can get noticed;
(ill-gotten self-validation
is an open invitation
to that self-sabotaging cycle of existence
tip-toeing that abyss
of all-things, inevitably sans...)
forgive me, but I chose to ignore
your authors comment
and just read the poetry you penned
which I found to be
a great example (by design or accident)
of how difficult: 'some of us'
still, in 2021
find it difficult to express our wounds and suffering
without trying to frame it all
in some macho posturing, depiction
of our Hollywood 'conceptualisation' of masculinity...
an intriguing read! thanks for sharing dear poet
You’ve got an eye that tells all, my friend. I see there will be no facades for you.
*wipes off clown makeup*
Thank you for the marvelous, and honest review.
If it wasn't such a serious theme, it sounds like a bad hair day to me! lol.
That is silly, and yet I can completely understand that perspective! Very funny thought, thanks for sharing.
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