Category: Underground

The more I think about it
It could be easier to just

Wear a different mask
For each aspet of self

At least for those of us
Who need delineations

In order to clarify
Persona intention

An interesting word
Too often negated

With value
Underated

But when it’s
Understood

Something
Irreplaceable

Essential to
Individual

Bonding
Couples

Connected
Exchanging

Metaphors
Engaging

Providing
Receiving

Mutual
Feeding

Fueling
Fires

Quenching
Desires

Highlights
Gleeming

Fulfilling
Craving

Giving life
Meaning

What keeps me up
Late night to morn

Tossing and turning
A voice and promise

I can barely reach
Off on the horizon

Beckoning me close
Though way unclear

Enticingly
Insistant

“Transference is not a game.”

It takes the right frequency
To permeate boundaries

For perception recieved
To be acknowledged

“It becomes more and more clear how someone really did a thorough number on my once brilliant and innovative sanity.”

But then this stages
Future dependency?

For how does one
Revive from coma

Without the kiss
Of promise given?

An exchange of
Life given to life

A bond where two
Fuse close as if one

Captured as moon
Brighter than sun

In order to survive
Death of love lost

It becomes necessary
To no longer inhabit

Aspects of one’s self
That ensured vitality

Without which one
Feels like a zombie

There are many types
Of pain in experience

There is emotional
There is physical

There is psychological
And extra-perceptual

But the worst kind is
The burried soul ache

That screams when all
Reactivate without hope

Of what’s been missing
Having entered the room

There are reasons
The door is kept
Sealed shut

And the room
Panel hidden
Dark as a tomb

Surface:
Engaging, fun, supportive, witty

Internal:
Fathoms of emptiness haunting

“It’s one thing to give, but how does one find and then receive?”

“So lеt’s get swallowed whole
I wanna go whеre nobody else will
Ever go”

(Sleep Token Ref)

It is said that some things
Are better left unexplored

But some things gain strength
If left untended and suppressed

Something has over-extended
And it feels like I’m shrieking

Along the back inside my skin
As if fragile sanity’s cracking

That’s not a monkey riding
But an untamed demon!

“The swing between avoiding and leaping.”

She could hear him near
Drifting gently, splashing

Happily singing to himself
Relaxed, so did not disturb

But thanked gods gratefully
Her soul full of love for him

As worry resolved into tears
She had not known she held

While praying for his safety
With his emergence, exhaled

Feeling triumph elevated by his
Rapture’s infectious catapulting

Her heart lept from own demise
Longing to kiss and just hold him

—

(Reference to Sleep Token’s song, “infinite Baths”)

Married for
Legitimate

Offspring
Patriarchy

Rabbits, chickens, dogs, and cats
Branches, garden labor, bike wrecks

New beginning
False promised

Into submission
Once dominant

Favorite sheets
Weakened tear

Bridal gift
Unshared

The mark is made
The die are cast

Like conjuring
Blade tip cuts

Wealing blood
Rinsing river

To cleanse
Others sin

“Removes herself from such earthly caring.”

“I keep having these dreams full of sensual thematics that show I have not been seen.”

He said, ” Why can’t you wait a little longer? I have important things to pursue.”

She said, “What would you have me do? Stay in limbo forever – with no proof of what’s real or true?”

He said, “I want to be there in the morning and with you in the night.”

She said, “Then why are you still far away, always out of my sight?”

It was as if their hearts’ passions had been kindled by the same flame, resulting in the same aching soul hunger.

When one in the throws of yearning
Speaks so eloquently of love desired

And another follows him on his path
Wishing he could see that he’s valued

If need is the same
Heaven has no limits

My job is to innovate
Dead ends if I can’t

“Yeah…trauma gets you ‘street cred.'”

“I see you, too.”

“I have been careful as I have walked beside you.

I could only observe the slightest of your journey, to keep myself healthy and from falling into the spiral.

I could only say just so much, for worry you would resist and react – thereby plunging deeper.

So I tethered you to me by a few words here or there, to remind you that there was a window – an escape hatch full of air, ready and waiting for you.”