Lost in Translation
5-8-14

Tattered and torn,
My soul beats ceaseless against
The rocks of the universe.
Bleeding and broken,
It weeps tears tangled with the
Tongues of tribes unknown.

Traveling through time,
Taken and tormented
By those who came before
And those who are yet to be,
It trips tauntingly through
The tangled tendrils there.

Soft souls speak,
Shouting soundlessly from the shadows,
Slithering stealthily
In silver silhouettes across the
Stained, sandalwood surface
Of my study floor.

Lost, lingering,
Lurking longingly in the laughter
Of the lovely lunatics that lather
Blathering in some long-forgotten tongue
Bellowing below the buxom moon
Hanging low in the lavender sky.

Time and space hang meaningless,
Mangled and commingled,
Moving in multiple dimensions
All at the same moment,
Dragging me deeper into the mire
That is my soul’s prison.

Starving for social sustenance,
Subsumed by sudden starts of sensation,
My soul surrenders to the sounds of something
Snatching, shaking, and stealing it away.
In that moment, my soul is transformed,
While my body steadfastly remains.

Experimentation By Design

I have been experimenting with poetry lately, playing with variations on rhyme and meter. I was chatting with a friend today, and something in the chat - just a random phrase - made me say, "There's a poem in that!" So, here's the poem, experimenting with bold misuse of rhyme and meter. I don't know if it's a success or not, but it was interesting to work with it. And the poem is not about me, so don't fret! Although I wrote it in a strict meter, it should not be read in one....


Kaleidoscope Feelings


It took whiskey last night
To banish my fright.
As demons descended,
My visions amended,
And scrambled perceptions
Became my deceptions,
Distorted reflections
In a carnival mirror.

Reality bending,
Down paths ever wending
Condemned to be spending
In time never ending
The moments I cherish
While hoping I perish
Kaleidoscope feelings
Projecting my furor.

Awakening in me
a need no one can see
Incoherently seeking
The control that is leaking
Right out of my fingers
Their senses still linger
And no one can stop it
Or catch as it flitters.

My energy’s waning
But I’m not complaining
I’m seeking to find here
Some concrete reminder
That behind that silk curtain
are things that are certain.
I only want closure
Avoiding an error.