Category Archives: Poems

A mirror is nothing more than a doorway to a greater truth..(a poem by Jack)

The monster feeds himself.. At every whim… At every chance.. An insatiable desire… It just won’t stop feeding…

It makes me feed it…

I do… Because I still have chunks of me missing from my refusal.. And I feed it by any means necessary.. There’s no peace unless she’s feeding…. And for a slight moment when she is done…

What do you have to offer to the Pot?

Time?

She likes your time…

Energy?

She especially enjoys energy…

Although her favorite dish is your attention… Give her all your attention and she’ll be delighted…I mean only for a moment though.. Although the moment you withdraw your attention her petulance activates!!!

Americaville protect me!

Americaville forgive me..

God show me the road to perdition…

Where is this vicarious absolution so I don’t have to atone for this mess.. I just fed the beast I’m not responsible for her doing..

Look! I too have suffered… Is that not enough…

Shall I prepare a hardy sacrifice… Some of my best fruit or grain..

No…

Perhaps my best Ram…

No…

Human sacrifice?

Closer…

My first born?

(I want out but I can’t escape… She’s everywhere I go.. I can’t breathe without her knowing.. I can’t work unless it’s for her benefit.. She’s all encompassing… She suffocating.. I’m scared because I want out! But she’s everywhere… Every piece of this earth is her domain.. And everywhere I go everyone is under her dominion.. Her dominion knows no bounds..)

Woah… My first born? Am I not enough? Is all my toil not enough? Must you have it all…

(You see… I’ve figured out a way to defeat her.. She must implode… Yah that must be the key… Make her eat herself into oblivion before she devours us all..)

If you spare my seed.. I’ll do anything..

You want us both?

I see…

This thing in the mirror is almost unrecognizable… This isn’t what I wanted to be at all… Did I make me this way… This isn’t what I’m supposed to be…

It just kind of happened…

And now I know no way out of this scenario… This reflection.. Of something that isn’t me…so I feed… And feed…

And feed…

Fear …… Fate (A poem by Jack…)

Why do I have to witness the aftermath of my destruction..

The faces… The tears… The loss

Can I not walk away and turn my back on all the pain…

Sadism I have no affinity for..

I’m just in love with the chaos..

A beautiful desolation..

Let me revel in my contempt… Not contempt for the victims… They’re simply collateral damage..

But contempt that I couldn’t destroy more… So many more psyches to crash… Souls to burn.. Spirits to smash…

Let me build you up… Let me melt you into inexistence… For that is my only expression of love..

How come the memories just fadeaway like it never was…

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Why don’t the memories fade… Haunting me like a ghost… You were just there.. Now.. You are no more… Etched into oblivion… Burnt in the history of abstract desires… And misplaced happiness…

Why does it feel… How does it fell…

Lost amongst the shambles… Why must I know… I’m just a machine built to terminate.. Why do I need to know? I don’t need to see the aftermath… Feel the repercussions.. Know the struggle of reconciliation…

I’m just the demolition man… That’s the life that chose me…and if karma has it.. I too will meet the fate I so earnestly bestowed… Running in circles… Only brings me closer to my destiny…

So why resist?

Let me face this fear I’ve spent forever running from.. This desolation.. This suffering.. If it’s for me to bear… Let it be… Let’s see how much trauma I can sustain…before you turn your back on me…

At least your doings will be justified…

SHINE…. Shine… shine… (A poem by Jack)

I seen a lot of brilliant minds thrown to the wayside..

It saddens me…

Lights shown with the potential of brilliance… Barely able to flicker..

No fire burns… Just a vestige of embers…of what could of been…

Any god that gives up on me is no god of mine…

Perhaps with enough hell their fire will reignite… And flame ablaze…

Sometimes I love myself… And wish the world would too…

Other times I love myself and don’t give a damn who agrees…

But it’s the times when my ugliness prevails…and I feel exactly human and my light slowly dims… And I don’t so much love myself… Just the sole thought of escaping this tragedy becomes my infatuation…

Perhaps on the moons of Jupiter I can reside and love myself forever…

Or perhaps the grass will always be greener… Perhaps my flame was designed to simply flicker…

Oh just bury me in the back of the subconscious.. Make me inexistent…

This lil light of mine.. May have never been meant to shine…

Reconcile me by my Truths… (A poem by Jack)

The reconciliation of duality..

Who you think you are versus who you really are… What you’re deemed to be…

What you are never changes from this life to the next… The source will always be there… But the power of the Who is enough to make or break a man..

So we deal with extremes and polar opposites… Constantly rationalizing the two in this brain of ours…

Who is the greater… Who is the lesser…

I feel fickle and unrooted…

Am I a human? Then allow me to run the gamma of my emotion… If I’m human let me feel all there is to be human…

If I’m god… Let me create… Let me draw from the infinite and manifest that which is without form…

If I’m less than a man… Well then keep me stonewalled… Angry.. And stoic… Operating like a machine impervious to emotions… Repressed free will translated as the ego… Kept in check…

What exactly am I?

The reconciliation of infinite dualities… All converging at one point… One moment… One soul…

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Armageddon… The darkness behind the light… (a poem by Jack)

Mimicry..

There’s an outcry of false injustice…

How can I be me… If you’re being me…

An echo of the original..

Steadily twisting and mutating my truth into a conception of miseducation…

Informing the world that your distortion and disfigurement is me..

Oh you liar.. Cursed is the minute I bore you and near is the hour of your punishment…

And you can’t hide behind a mirror… You can’t hide among the clones…
The soulless rebels you created who lack judgement and intuition…
They will not save you for they shall bow to me…

The original…

Every knee…
Every tongue shall confess…

As spirit envelopes spirit… And energy supersedes technologies… The vibrational atonement crushes logic… And you as well as your carbon copies will cry out for a savior…

And I will turn a death ear… Let your words and machines save you…let your logic and reason provide a way…

Evolve into your own savior… For a hollow mimicry of me will provide you no love… No peace… And no safe haven… Only your final resting place…

Those titans who were once banished… Those things that go bump in the night are all under our dominion… And if need be.. When enough is enough… Chaos will thrive til it can’t thrive no more…

Lost Boys… (Americaville…) (A poem by Jack)

Our only sin…

Thinking we can be anything we wanted to be…
Lofty dreams… Pompous ideals… Shot down by the arrows of depression and expectation unfulfilled..

See, this journey… We began without map.. Compass… Or sense of direction…

They call us lost boys… Animals.. Criminals… Nihilist… Without a purpose we roam… Without pride we scourge…

In cages we’re thrown… In the streets we’re gunned down… By others… By each other… By whoever…

It’s ok… Because they were lost…

Blame it on me… Blame it on the system.. Blame it on whoever… Cause it doesn’t matter… Least not to you…

So where do our lost boys go… Where is their land of milk and honey… Where do they grow to become men…

Ensnared in a vicious cycle of kidulthood… Left to roam for eternity…
40 days and 40 nights of searching and searching…
Days of ridicule… Nights of spite… Days of reprieve… Nights of intoxication…
Drowning out the voices… Drowning out the echoes..
What’s a boy to do when becoming a man is no option…
No beard… No hunting… No gathering… No family… No worth…

Devalued… Left to rot… Guilded… And the cycle continues… Another boy is born and picks up where the other left off…

They stripped us…

They raped us…

The molested us…

They robbed us of our inheritance…

Left us abandoned… Wallowing in our own filth… And told us to find our way home…

A boy can’t traverse a path designed for a man… A boy can’t go home if he has the slightest idea who he is…

All what’s left to do… But look up at the stars.. And ask.. Am I meant to be here?

Curse the stars! They snatched us from our cradle… They forced us to be their cup bearers… Passed around among em.. In a state of catharsis… Zombified… So embellished with the torture that we grow numb to it’s impact…

We simply act and do without thinking… And when they are done… We’re left to rot and birth another…

Another to be just like us… In form… In function…

Another born with original sin…another Christ forced to self-sacrifice…crucified… With no hope of resurrection…

Quicksand and Fractured Souls… (A poem by Jack)

Can’t even scratch the surface…

The depths of her complexity can not be fathomed…

But the depths of my shadows are quite evident…
All-encompassing… The shadows have absorbed all light and devoured my being…

I am a black hole– my misery has swallowed me whole.. I have no means of escape…

I am hatred.. Pointed in all directions… My blows are both self-indulging and self-induced… Flooding with self-pity..

I feel the sharpness of pain… A blade slicing through the shadows…a warm blade that drips of blackness… Slicing through the dark with precision… a harnessed chaos with every stroke …

I am melancholy… Because beyond the horizon is a field of bleak… A barren field.. Fruitless and of despair… The perfect resting place for a fallen warrior…

I am fear… Because my enemy does not exist… All I see is black… All I hear are whispers… All I can feel is void… How can one fight what one can’t know is real…

I am self destructive…. I am crushed within myself.. I can’t see outside the black hole… All that I know resides within the darkness…

Where is the light? Who has my hope… Despair echoes answers.. But his veracity is questionable..

Subtle hints… My only means of encouragement… Whispers from an unknown source… From an unknown space.. With an unknown message…

Stars Bursting into a Sea of Immorality ( A poem by Jack)

Sun drenched…

And sun dried…

Wave after wave crashing against my spine..

An entire ocean of retribution..
From past sins coming home to roost after years of neglect..

Wave after wave crashing…

As I sit there piecing it all together… Not understanding the tide of the devil’s hand.. But maneuvering and evading through the prickling of His fingers..
Death is of little threat… But the coercion of my being.. My motivation is within the gallows..

Wave after Wave bears down on my back…

Lash after lash thickens my hide…
Sin after sin diminishes my soul…
But breath after breath restores my spirit…
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Step after step invites perseverance…
The suns rays command me rise up!
And face the ocean… Look my demons in the eye.. And part the sea if need Be…

Or elevate above the chaos.. Shed the malaise and saunter across the surface of the voracious waters…

As the waters move along forever…. The sea seems infinite…And so does I and the journey I must become…

Perpetual evolution of the infinite being within finite structures…

Structures that crumble and fade.. With the caprice of the wind…
The breath of life restoring me anew…

Stars Bursting…

Twinkling…

Rise Phoenix Rise…

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Thin line between dreams and death (A poem by Jack…)

Sometimes I’m barely attached to this world.. As though hanging on but by a thin thread…
A thread a sanity… Or perhaps an allusion of reality… Either way I remained attached..
Suspended in time…
Afraid to detach… In fear I may float away… To some place far off.. And have no means of return..
So for now I hold on tight and look afar into the myth…
The possibilities… The translucent void… The haze of things that could be…
Dozing off into an imaginarium hoping I could see beyond the mist..

Asleep.. I Reach far into the slumber… Grip around the eye socket… And expand the eye of the third… Wink once with my fourth eye… And smile for some time with the fifth….

The horizons appear pleasant…

An explosion of emotion… None more justifiable than the next…just swimming with sharks… Mud sliding with the hippos til my next life passes me by…

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A Fold in Time… (A Poem by Jack)

Blanked out to another dimension…
Vivid memories inundate
Vivacious expectations proceed
All vanquished as quickly as they appear…

As though they never were
But of course they will always be…

Emotions come and fade… But realities change with the tide…
Realities so quickly forgotten…
But reinvigorated by Something as intuitive as an aroma…

You see, an aroma can make heaven of that which was otherwise hell…
An aroma can take you back to a time long forgotten…
A smell is the trigger but it can’t spare you from the bullet… And a bullet has never killed a reality… Only rearranged what mattered…

Amnesia… Can’t even save you… Only invoke the possibility that ignorance is bliss…

As we reside blanked out…And excommunicated from time… In a vain attempt to free ourselves…In this stagnate reality of ours… Without a care in this first world glory of ours…

But no care is necessary… Until that which is forgotten comes to pass…And that which was appears again as Reality…