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Gothic poem: forgotten warrior before I slip into unconsciousness, walking the tightrope of concertina wire, the voices must be studied, then answered, then the self-immolation may begin in earnest. tortured soldiers seek medication-kisses on metaphysical (metaphorical) foreheads; they realize that support the troops is code for support george fuckin' bush...... before I slip into irreversible coma status the delicate dainty doctors discuss derailing my incandescent spark of impending doom/gloom, essentially tossing out the flamethrower with the bath water. ...leaving a bed filled with ashes (and little else). Gothic poem by riki. Gothic poem: Watch the Specter When I close my eyes and count the droplets eyelids think the tears have come; Sifting sand through stubby fingers, like barbed wire, softly spun. Jagged peaks on shifting landscapes swelling till all shadows cry, Hatred screams its garbled greetings, answers stop and crack the sky. Stars align like neon road signs, pointing out the cosmic streets; Slips of memory's whispered secrets, pinching jewels from princely feet. Cackling laughter echoes wildly, gazing into dimming fires; Seek the truth and stop the madman spinning toward his warped desires. Out of caves flow bats and rabbits coexistence growing harder; Nature's battle, howling anger changes fear to something smarter. City lamps and rural moonlight gathers all the darker scholars; Count the pebbles, pile the harvest, that the Night may change to dollars. Watch the specter count the mourners; watch him grin in patient waiting. Watch the specter call the order; Watch them line up...watch the hating. Gothic poem by riki. Gothic poem: bitter boy blue boy is cracked awake; the day is dead before it starts he whispers filthy lyrics to the beat of broken hearts his bitterness influenced by events that cruelly mock him even as his vapid world is ripped apart. awkwardness evolving into antisocial glares sharpening awareness of the unrequited stares the boy-disguised-as-man finds hidden pain within the paradox of laughter in a life where no one dares. boy turns blue, the caustic hatred choking from within bitterness envelops every hopeless, fleeting whim boy turns up the volume, metaphorically; he mumbles jumbled prayers to a God who doesn't even know it's him. climbing misty staircase to his date with overt fears realizing every urge while fighting stinging tears headlines read, another tragic suicide while boy of bitter blue reminds himself that no one ever held him dear. words that fell so easily, but he could never hear Gothic poem by riki. Gothic poem: A Thousand Cuts A thousand tiny cuts add up to form one jagged slash. A thousand broken promises can cause your world to crash. A thousand misspent tears dried up, a thousand stained-glass faces; A thousand cuts pierce cleanly through a thousand wretched spaces. When every dreadful nightmare shines its light on muddied wishes, And every acid rainfall kills a billion tiny fishes; A thousand words won't sanctify the wars waged on religions, The thousand cuts will spread and sow some sacrilegious missions. When looking forward at the past, these missions seldom matter, When picking grapes, the lot gets dropped, entire vineyards splatter. The sum of his unspoken words became too pure to give. His death came by a thousand cuts, because he feared to live. Gothic poem by riki.
