restricted human mass
bless the angst driven
tension I feel towards you
but the tides are to
the moon what the moon is to us
here I sit clueless
how it is, or what it is
and wonder what
to do about it
other than the
obvious, other than the walk.
the crouch, the run,
the inaccessible truth of me.
it is on my blades of
grass like the elegant art of my dreams,
the elegant temptation
of you-
and in
this night-mare game, I have already lost to your inner depths.
I have trespassed
without caution,
trespassed without
care to be;
the heir of your
wicked gift.
Solemn Someone
Between these bitter
walls I heard that I am deaf
A contradicting fool,
full of nothing left.
Marked at birth, to
walk the earth, to stagger into a role.
A wretched vagabond,
abolished of a soul.
Barren days, barren
ways and elusive clarifications.
To the dreary
revelation of my whole segmentation
Reverent, and here I
am still staggering-steady through,
As the solemn lights
of guidance energize on cue.
-
Lost
I cannot be afraid of
all you've made and gathered,
Nor, can I administer,
the sinister smile of my inner ambience.
You can accent my
worth by the effect of your sorrow.
I'll leave it all
unfolded and partial defragmenting you.
That is not your
desire, nor aspirations of a future,
Gloomy, doomy , bleak
and cloudy--
shrouded by my
shrivelled hand.
No light to adjust
your augmentation or radiance to expand.
Flourish, nourishing
qualities, all of me, and my demands.
Understand who stands
accused and who's been abused..
And all the tragic
reoccurrence of tinges and yearly nuance..
And Insurance of the
purest and honesty to rest upon.
For underneath
my blankets my thoughts exceed their daily dose
Responses come hailing
close, enigma blurs, then I am sure. . .
Will I descend or
ascend to my outcome?
Hopefully since the
earth is round, down could
eventually be up
. . .
-
Stop the Car
The sky bleeds a
floating fire
Unravelling
reflections from the sun.
The clouds ingest
these glamorous rays
And we are hypnotized
as one.
The sky displays a
consequence;
That night is reigning
over day.
The clouds mediate
this struggle
And we are hypnotized
to stay.
Dusk holds an elegant
vision
Harmonized hues blend
together
A reddish orange
spirit of grace.
And we are hypnotized
forever.
-
Transparent Queen
In the nick of living,
barely existing
She who hails the
transparent queen
Dreams steer right,
hopes veer left
And the hand of a
fiend, mutes her screams.
Blindfold of love
impairs her escape
No rights or
lefts off highway doom.
To liberate faith from
the confinements of loyalty.
To free the frail
spirit dwelling in this barred room
So, words of
encouragement we speak,
In hopes they
will seep
Through the cracks and
crevices in some heroic vapour form.
Inhale our strength
and determination
and within your heart,
bravery may be born.
-
Vocalized Margin
The smouldering of
intensity
The fervour within
Drawn by the artists
Plotted in by the sin
Recognizable today
Tomorrow astray,
Transgressions of mind
Commute the whole way
Longing for the talent
Pacing to delete
Loving the love and
setting
forth to complete.
-
Down in the Deep End
Liquid blue malaise,
Down feels her and she
feels down
Tears climb down
her cheeks,
All the way down past
beautiful lips
A salty taste makes
her frown,
And her smile bends
down to meet her gloom
Gloom swims down to
waters deep
To oceans of liquid
blue malaise.
-
She Validated His
Umbilical Chord
As he kisses you he is
aware that he has
empathy for the
cannibal.
As he reaches in to
feel you he is aware of the
empathy of the
cannibal and the digested stress of another.
He sometimes feels
like he is swallowing everything
you have ever said and
done.
Absorbing your
cellular memory.
Stealing your fears,
coveting your emotions..
As he leaves himself
to be with you he feels
like he is fast
forwarding through you bloodstream
distorting
through your veins.
As he becomes aware
that it is all transpired
by a kiss-tongue on
flesh.
Then he listens as you
tell him...
You'll never be just
anything to him.
-
Misbehaviour
Minions flock to
slaughter,
But we just linger in
that same locality.
We do not feel it is
necessary to flee, for we are innocent.
And the minions
continue to gaze though the faulty stained glass.
Intensity soars down
to confront them.
They have misbehaved
beyond the boundaries.
They will now observe
us disrobe and divulge that we are in fact liable.
We have all misbehaved
And now the minion is
one.
-
Of It All
I feel indifferent
about it all
As if I travelled
through an underpass
Of intricate
heart rendering designs
And tempting
structured prospects
Desire blasts its
scepticism
Doubt fares with
challenge
Tolerance suddenly
appears
And I see your
mind division
The alluring shifts to
good- byes
I feel dispirited
about it all
I feel good about it
all,
I feel indifferent
about it all...
Then maybe we'll just
take it slow because
I wouldn't want
to ruin it all.
-
Different Dream
Growing to distinction
the span has revealed
A vantage with
thoughts I no longer feel
I thought with a
mind that was slowly leaving
I thought about a life
without any feeling
I thought about a
feeling without an emotion
To oppose the wrath
of strict devotion
The idle routine that
I could learn to shun
And the different
minds that dreamed as one.
(Chorus) New
life, new start,
old
face, old heart.
New girl,
different style,
old face,
long while.
New mood,
new scene
Same
life, different dream...
The second
conversation was more crucial
A realization
that the interest was mutual
It inflicted to me a
new driving ambition
The most distant
eyes caught in transition
The frigid stare of a
paralysing glance
Enticed me to proceed
on the edge of a chance
Enticed me to overlook
what you've almost forgot
The same story of a
dream with a different plot.
(Chorus) New
sun, new moon,
old
flower, new blooms.
New rain,
different light,
different
feeling, new night.
New mood,
new scene,
same
life, different dream...
(Bridge)
Scattered the town with memories
Cherished all the discoveries
Advice flows strong
Accept that its gone
Advice has been here
Acceptance is near
New
place, long way,
old car,
new day.
New
season, old hand
Same
idea, new plan
New mood,
new scene
Same
life, different dream...
-
The Graceful
Stumble
Sometimes it satisfies
to act like you don't care.
To act like they're
innocent when you know you're not yourself
It satisfies to glide
into the system and wait for the answer
but always close
your eyes whenever you walk.
Forever is an
effortless effort of hope.
All of our efforts are
not wasted,
Our thoughts travel
through and around,
our countless trained
excuses.
Chattering routines we
are clinching the spot with our fingernails.
We are not always
aware of the warmth of light and this is shown.
This is made clear in
the awareness of our graceful stumbles.
Onward to the backward
lands of shame.. Onward we cry,
sparking the laughter
of hatred and sparking the cheers.
Throbbing and the
thrusting to reach our glorified return.
This is the
point of sheer remembrance. This is the blatant
craft of the
inhabitants of our glimpses. Of stares and of living
things in the roots of
our visions. This is speed blurring shapes together..
Flesh is screaming at
time and time is screaming at all it holds....
As we listen to sound
halting abruptly in front of us, we
realize how startling
the influence can be.
-
Reunion
Shoot me In slow
motion, so I can suffer, a long multitude of agony.
Tilt my theories
of the world toward you, as bullets rip, piercing flesh and bone.
With menacing
persistence the impact jolts my body hazing my perception,
and my mind flashes
through nauseating ratios of evil.
But do not hit heart,
for my torment will end suddenly and without suitable punishment.
Seize my visions, as
my mind races through stages of rage, confusion, and guilt.
I will lurch
towards you with thoughts of avenging my own death, and as I fall I
will gain new love of the highest degree.
Taking my hand in
private and guiding me; to valleys of flourishing insight
-
Marriage
For everything I am,
you accept and are willing to understand.
For everything I say
you absorb, listening truly
I am genuinely
interested in your life, too
And I am
unquestionably enticed by your gracefulness.
I want to borrow your
eyes for just one day --see what you see..
I want to be us, I
want to be solitary and one.
My mind has found a
comfort so astonishing,
And my thoughts are
orbiting around your world.
-
Green
Blackouts in the
kitchens of Ninderang
Walked out to the
streets of our town
Made always in essence
and always in time.
The man, who stole the
soul, is under the spell.
A placid time for the
role of the ground.
Unfreeze.
Blackouts in the
kitchens of Mentinda
Ran to the corner to
flex a ray.
Made always through
acts of the solar cliché
The man, who stole the
soul, is under the spell.
An active time for the
role of the trees.
Sway.
Blackouts in the
kitchens of Trellentine.
Staggered out to the
light to feel the heat.
Made always by force
of lift and struggle.
The man, who stole the
soul, is under the spell.
A well in time for the
role of the rivers.
Flow.
.
Folded Under
The burnouts in our
society rock the punch
While the main bout
fought is the plot of a story
I am the price that is
paid for the problem
The original title is
gone for the assembly.
The burnouts in our
society eat the light.
While the main bout
fought is the character defined
I am the turning of
the handle on the door
The original genre is
changed in the midst.
The burnouts in our
society shake a stick, firm.
While the main bout
fought is the setting of sin
I am the wonder behind
the gleam in the eyes
The original palette
has been rendered to green.
-
Negative Light Circle
Oh spotlight monger
Here's your attention
I've got something for
you
It's called two eyes
I can bleed and...
I can cry too.
And you're boring me.
Your not living up.
Your living down.
Is that all you've got?
Shaking in the corner?
I'm not enthused
I'm not entertained
I might look
elsewhere
My eyes might
turn away
Oh wait, that's kind
of funny
No keep it away from
there
I'm paying attention
now at least
You've got me,
I'm focused
You must of planned
that.
Hello ? Are you okay?
You don't want to talk
Get up ...
Okay I'm going to turn
away
Who wants my spotlight
now?
Next...
Reign Forest
Whenever I stand in
the middle of doubt
You will see the streak
But if I give in to
him I will deny nature,
and the trees will
close in
And if you disagree--
that is why you fail
bare with my
altitude-- if you can-- because
I remember when I
disagreed with height
Now I can face and
turn away dry.
Face and turn away cold
Confront it
desensitized
Now I love to be alone
As I love to be with
others
Nobody can satisfy
you, like you
it's the simplest
complexity
Do not give in
or the trees will close in.
-
Poured Cement
You can't have this
one. It is untouchable and sacred.
It is out of your
league.
Any compliments or
praise it has already heard.
It can withstand
anything, as it already has.
You're not
unique and you are not any more special
than anyone else
it has encountered.
You have no
influencing powers or abilities
because you're just
another fan.
It is trained to
listen and learn and what you do teach it,
it will never
admit. It is stubborn and relentless and will not
give in. It is
carefully constructed with years of admiration and underlying
confidence and it has
become invincible to everyone.
It is out of grasp,
out of reach.
It is careful to make
you seem like you are just a number.
Its deepest feelings
it will never reveal and you will only see the surface.
It will suck you in
and spit you out.
It is the most amazing
thing you have ever seen.
It is beautiful,
graceful and flawless.
And you cannot have it
only because you think you can't handle it.
Thus, you will take it
on as the challenge of your life .
And under the poured
cement, you shall find the richest earth.
the other side of time
I
know a place that will work, and so I will show you.
It is a place where
space crams, and our minds are full.
Where the deep violet
exhaust floats behind warm lines,
causing the drops to
race downward.
The image is no longer
burnt,
but the roof of
my mouth is. I like the fragrance.
I find a comfort
inside, escaping restlessness
and flying slightly
toward you with my thoughts.
You are laid out with
bright lights and greens-- a culture clutching my soul.
Incorporated words
weave their way together
and come alive after
their years of repose.
Like traces of sound,
blending in agreement.
Devices of precise
knowledge are advancing.
Our eyes speed by.
They are a constant
threat-a rough edge of no use here.
Existence is roaring
with new definition.
Windows remain in
place blessing this fusion, as we twist to feel heat.
We are inside-out and
emerged in liabilities
but still stare at
silhouettes of rigid bodies,
dancing quietly in the
wind.
This surface is
somehow different;
somehow wholesome like
the loudest swallows.
Wounded words will not
funnel in without consent.
They can hear us by
day but our murmurs are not audible-
only when accompanied
by actions and wrongs.
Sight of me is sight
of you.
Like a breathtaking
intake of balanced things unforeseen but somehow here.
You're right beside me
in this setting on the other side of time.
Following me is
following you.
Like the sifting greys
and falling salvation simultaneously arresting.
Then we say good-bye
with deep stares and I drive five kilometres back home.
Avail Us
In the depths of my
mind she haunts distinctly,
Her surrounding aura,
ever stocking my thoughts.
Tightly closed eyes,
reveal her visibly
I crave to see her,
but I know I cannot
My daily torment;
swelling in her absence
Her essence and soul I
so ardently desire
Dearth of her;
clouding my clairvoyance
My insight is hazing,
it is hard to be inspired
Such a blissful
connection so sadly wasted
A cosmic potency so
sadly passed
A mutual harmony only
teasingly tasted
A fusion of two minds
that was meant to last.
And she will always be
with me in memory;
Among the fondest.
most cherished hours I've known
The closest to another
person I may ever be
And now I must learn
to live on my own
Left alone;
spiralling, and as I glide,
I pass by apparitions
of us together.
What force shall
succour, what power shall decide
What will ever avail
us of each other.
The Undeveloped Evolution
The
selfish wraiths follow me, terrorizing my every action. I am not
him, and i tell them but they are deafened with determination.
They are focused like 'the eyes of good' from the devil's nightmare.
"Could they all be the same?" they ask.
"I
will never be made into him by deterioration of style or
novelty." I answer.
She says what she thinks I want to hear.
So
I create in the mode I know to be superlative. Create the
revolution from the start. Initiate a super unknown to intimidate
the hopeless in my domain. Spawn visions from the offspring of my
experiences. Lace the gloom with colourful notions. Render
the calm with the liveliness of my perceptions.
She
says what I just thought of , and I believe her.
I
run swiftly and return to inaccessible lands with the lowest of
profiles. I turn back-ready-but they do not reveal
themselves. Have I mesmerized the masses?
She casts hidden threats into my realm.
My
hands are at the side of my face making scary gestures in
mockery. I then crouch into a sly walk of ridicule. Return
to the unattainable.
She calls me evil.
Nobody knows who I am so then I create images of veiled truths.
Misleading the feigned, yet guiding the veritable.
"Are 'the feigned' masking the truth as you do?" they ask.
" I
blend together like hot and cold, night and day, rich and poor.
Which makes me a warm, evening of middle class." I reply.
"They cannot cope with actuality. They get all sucked in like a
black hole. But I warned them of space, subliminally."
She knows I am not him but still the wraiths search.
A
harsh statement, a shocking impact just to catch all the readers
attention.
"
Give me the spotlight" they say. I then shatter it and carry
every individual fragment back to my area where nobody can
approach me. I ponder them discreetly until I am weary. I
find nothing but suffering, and I feel a sharp discomfort.
I was warned under the threshold, but chose to ignore my conscience.
She met me half-way and ignored hers, too.
Creepy black robed wraiths of guilt, sickening to the stomach, lurking
after us. They are countering us as we do each other.
Erroneous Karma
Black wind whistles,
Encircling our
credence.
And while love is in
my heart,
Emotionless is
my face.
White wind mutes,
Sedating our past.
And while you sit on
the corner.
My vitality seems to
glow.
Red blood is pinched,
And circulation is
lost.
You blush, so I will
move.
For you were tempting
in my field.
Blue night rushing
forward,
So tireless in reign.
Omit you from my vision
Yet never from my mind.
A hopeless gesture of
denial.
All the way from sign
to sign.
Whore
Body of reflection
encircling,
Plotting on and
forever working.
With his one eye
focused on this village confined,
The town a mere matrix
of shapes and lines.
No patience to wade
through separate categories
Yet her escape is more
complicated, than dealing with his story.
For those intervals of
time that she dealt with him.
While lost inside her
own reluctant skin
As her superficial
silver suggestions flow,
All of the official
scenery grows
Shiny but flawed,
tattered and raw.
No matter what she
saw, no element of law
Those greetings of
separation would kill and mar.
But he will always
maneuver his way through her scars
Gone, but always there.
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All creative writing and poetry
A Seal Lion Tea Production
© 1998
Written by Clinton Farkas
