Monday, February 7, 2011

Emotional Cataclysm

Flirt with death

Make love to hate

Penetrate through thoughts --

Of destiny and fate

Misplaced are emotions

Depths surpassing Earth's oceans

And I, I'm the keeper of my un-proportioned imagination

With severe inflammation of rages

I turn the pages of this book called reality

Faces of despair wearing masks of confidentiality

Sealed lips taking painful sips of sore contemplation

Grips the mind with a choke hold and binds mental heavy rotation

Deliberate sensations of darkness confine thee

Is it me? Are my heart and cerebral desires combining?

Allowing me-- to kiss the lips of loathsome findings?

Let me stare into the face of my existence reclining

I have embraced the past and today as the present

I've retraced the unpleasant and now fear the future

Everything is unsure with tight woven doubts like surgical sutures

Complimenting my current state of reminisce

I ask, why is my happiness forever missed?

I realize that I am my own fabricator of anti-bliss

I fight and miss failing to let go of the hands grasping distorted memories

God, will I ever be free? Be normal living with these re-consumed feelings?

My emotional cataclysm, death by perfused mental bleeding

Pleading haunted thoughts, allow them to rest in pieces

Laying in the soil where a grim hand now slowly releases