Drilling for Sanity
The stink of ten thousand dogs dying
The stink of heat and flesh
A flash of pink in the hot sunlight
White worms curl and heave
In the lithium grease below.
The ground is heating up
I am gray and scared
Grinding and drilling
Burning beneath the sea
I've seen sparks before
But never like this.
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Life
I choose to live a life below
Feeling rages and appetites
Through the mad physical senses
Heated days and freezing nights.
One day I'll return to the fire
From which I was a spark
Leaving the cares and senses behind
Abandoning the dark.
--*--
Here, reader.
Wandering lost in fourteen lines,
Trying to find me.
The figure you glimpsed,
Waiting for you in the doorway before you,
Running down the stairs,
In the half dark,
You realize, was yourself.
I have left a light shining behind you.
--*--
alex
glassed in feeling
falling
he knows where he's going
to the top of the jello mold
and I will wave hello
when he arrives.
Oh, Alex, did you remember
the marshmallows and pistachios?
They're very important.
--*--
Heart of Betrayal
each step I take forward
-- your eyes painted on my back
struggling to let go
misconceptions of my chivalry
your heart has to let go
black train awaits my entrance
tears are not worth my departure --
I get closer to heart of betrayal
--*--
Enigma
"Stupid fool" She said laughingly
Evil lurking in her fiery eyes
Her voice piercing through my flesh
Nails vicious like Medusa
Time changes people very quickly
It always gets dark after light
Many mysteries wander the night
Her face covering poisonous knives
Ready to cut flesh in an instant
She was sweet . . . . . . . . . .
--*--
DISBANDED AND DISHONORED
GIVEN THE LONG ROPE OF TIME
FREE TO MAKE WHATEVER KNOTS IT TAKES
TO ENTWINE OUR WEARY SOULS IN HELL
AND OF COURSE THERE ALSO ALWAYS COMES A GIFT
WHICH GIVES OUR PLIGHT SOME IMMORTALITY
ALTHOUGH WE ARE TRULY DAMNED
WE WILL BE REMEMBERED
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He Just Likes the Girls
They listen intently,
yet he doesn't know why.
Nor does he car,
He just likes the girls.
They laugh wholeheartedly,
and of course, he laughs too.
He thinks they are laughing with him,
He just likes the girls.
They clap joyfully, inwardly, at the stage
He wouldn't care to know that they don't clap for him.
Because HE...he just likes the girls
--*--
My Death (After)
The two approached me
My eyes still open
Looking
Looking into nothing
They pried my wallet
From my cold
Red fingers
And left.
By Nick Phelps
--*--
My Death
I died
From a shot
Of a gun
And to think that
I was in a safe environment
To think that
I lived in a perfect world
I was wrong
And I was dead
By Nick Phelps
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(No Title)
Even though I am blind
I can see
Even though I am deaf
I can hear
Even though I am mute
I can talk
Even though I don't exist
I live
By Nick Phelps
--*--
electric guitar
sounds tranquilize sometimes
releases the mind
JdF
--*--
"My Volleyball Queen Daydream"
My Volleyball Queen daydream
About a young, beautiful girl
A queen mature but playful
She sips on Mickeys Big Mouth
She talks with those looks
My Volleyball Queen daydream
About a young, beautiful girl
A body of God's greatest creations
A personality that never dulls
Quite mysteries of the brain
Nothing end this dream
Nothing ends my dream
My Volleyball Queen daydream.
--*--
Sands through the hourglass move
slowly as the time we have to spend apart
is coming to an end;
We are so close to living out our
dreams, yet we are still far away
from each other;
Will we ever be truly free,
no one knows, but we must try
before our love dies forever;
--*--
Doomsday's calling
a fatal cry
The blood of the nation
stains the sky
The people's law takes control
revolt seeps in the nation's soul
Release the prisoners
Raise the dead
Put those in power
In jail instead
--*--
My Immortal
Be my angel as midnight comes
and from the darkness protect me.
Guide me from the blinding dark
and on the other side of night emerge.
Within and without see me through the tides;
low hover and watch the demons with keen eye.
Part from this place on the morn
and return again at the close of day.
And again fend off the spirits
of the midnight hour.
--*--
Powder Dreams
Share the grains
over the counter
Drug-dealt dreams
from the back of the brain
Air-stream blood
In the side of an ending
Dream-deal pain
from the fear of no end
(c) 1996
Luke Taylor
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