Exodus31125
02-18-2003, 01:20 PM
Ya so not many people looked at my other poem, so here's another one that will hopefully get more responses. I just wanna know what u guys think is all. It's a little long though.
Clandestine Corner in a Mind
Inside deep recesses draws a
Sinister plot against the falling clouds
Of a passing day. Still-time flying
High above the ocean, when the mind
Is bountiful and blue, coral reef memories
Are just below the surface.
Conscience revisited many times to hear
The vocal chimes of a distant eager
Angel kiss that speaks of who you were.
Out of reach with the soft gentle
Milk-shades that hide past perversions
But beyond the inkling of trite train
Voyages lay the lover's coil in a sea of
Ripe intuition and broken brain chasms.
Blank cavity to be filled by the novacaine
Of a soul, dumb and repressed by others will.
Void to the peerless and pacified,
A sharp torture test of an individual driven
To suicide, the passenger will of a car-jacked
Driver who sees life flash before his eyes.
Pent up bullet, cocked to release,
A mad man thriving on the edge of his seat,
Deep inside the mind is a fuse that’s lit
When something dies, buried and burned
By a black sunrise while the inside world cries.
Eclipsed feelings of self-denial and punitive
Punishment are not just fleeting frenzies that
Occupy daily thoughts, but hourly, minute rather,
Inhibitions that stalk at the back of
A brain going falling into a disillusioned time
Frame, when reality and dream co-exist,
Tame fragments that bite with each lover's kiss.
Psychedelic tissues and putrid smells are
A person's cornerstones in one's personal hell.
Locked by the key that drives our cell
To enclose our lifestyle, our division bell,
We clang and swing on our own imaginative
Things that hamper the true expenses that we
Wish to divulge ourselves in, when back inside
We know our lies are tying up our thoughts.
Low in our minds we see the signs of a
Fitful rage that will whither away anything
But tightly wound, we string our ball of
Hidden musings, and carry out everyday being.
Daily facades of what we wish would really
Happen: to our loved ones, our colleagues, our
Faint-heart friends, our life's trends.
So back, far back, way back, hide them
Under surveillance and keep watchful eye.
They'll sneak up on you when times go dry.
But they're only pre-played
Movies of what we want done,
Is this what Freud meant when he said
Our subconscious has won?
Fuck insecurities and fuck those passing
Hazes, fuck the congruent bastards who
Label our lives, we live only to survive.
Strive and live lives how we can,
Whether it be a woman or man,
All we can do is be the best our minds
Can give and churn out daily facades for
A future world of change, but I'd
Rather live a day with my own face.
My own thoughts pasted on my sleeve for
All to see, and have my unlocked cage
Swinging free in my mind's ethereal breeze.
Clandestine Corner in a Mind
Inside deep recesses draws a
Sinister plot against the falling clouds
Of a passing day. Still-time flying
High above the ocean, when the mind
Is bountiful and blue, coral reef memories
Are just below the surface.
Conscience revisited many times to hear
The vocal chimes of a distant eager
Angel kiss that speaks of who you were.
Out of reach with the soft gentle
Milk-shades that hide past perversions
But beyond the inkling of trite train
Voyages lay the lover's coil in a sea of
Ripe intuition and broken brain chasms.
Blank cavity to be filled by the novacaine
Of a soul, dumb and repressed by others will.
Void to the peerless and pacified,
A sharp torture test of an individual driven
To suicide, the passenger will of a car-jacked
Driver who sees life flash before his eyes.
Pent up bullet, cocked to release,
A mad man thriving on the edge of his seat,
Deep inside the mind is a fuse that’s lit
When something dies, buried and burned
By a black sunrise while the inside world cries.
Eclipsed feelings of self-denial and punitive
Punishment are not just fleeting frenzies that
Occupy daily thoughts, but hourly, minute rather,
Inhibitions that stalk at the back of
A brain going falling into a disillusioned time
Frame, when reality and dream co-exist,
Tame fragments that bite with each lover's kiss.
Psychedelic tissues and putrid smells are
A person's cornerstones in one's personal hell.
Locked by the key that drives our cell
To enclose our lifestyle, our division bell,
We clang and swing on our own imaginative
Things that hamper the true expenses that we
Wish to divulge ourselves in, when back inside
We know our lies are tying up our thoughts.
Low in our minds we see the signs of a
Fitful rage that will whither away anything
But tightly wound, we string our ball of
Hidden musings, and carry out everyday being.
Daily facades of what we wish would really
Happen: to our loved ones, our colleagues, our
Faint-heart friends, our life's trends.
So back, far back, way back, hide them
Under surveillance and keep watchful eye.
They'll sneak up on you when times go dry.
But they're only pre-played
Movies of what we want done,
Is this what Freud meant when he said
Our subconscious has won?
Fuck insecurities and fuck those passing
Hazes, fuck the congruent bastards who
Label our lives, we live only to survive.
Strive and live lives how we can,
Whether it be a woman or man,
All we can do is be the best our minds
Can give and churn out daily facades for
A future world of change, but I'd
Rather live a day with my own face.
My own thoughts pasted on my sleeve for
All to see, and have my unlocked cage
Swinging free in my mind's ethereal breeze.