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Within
Within the chamber of solitude... my soul burns... it burns... it struggles... it grapples... it yearns... it yearns alone... it yearns alive... am I alive... or am I dead... from whence comes the fire... which burns within my head... come to me... speak to me... hold me near... quell this angst... snuff the fear... I gaze about... I enter the zone... and oppressive shiver quakes within my bone... thunder fills my heart... lightening fills my soul... once I read a book entitled Stormy Misty's Foal... they shot a man from a grassy knoll... was it conspiracy... was it clandestine... what was the goal... are diamonds forever... are diamonds coal... thirteen people leading thirteen live... thirteen deaths... with guns... and knives... blood... and bile... and tissue... and guts... there are no ifs... there are no buts... in a century from now... I will surely be dead already... that is what they said... wolves are howling in the still of the night... they are out to hunt me... fight... flight... plight... the earth is quaking...glass is breaking... paramour forsaking... awaken the sleeping... appease the waking... a choir is singing within the nave... I am the guru... the guru of suave... the base drum pounds upon my chest... the wicked witch... the witch of the west... my synapses widen toward the corpus colossus... my pain is chronic... tenacious... thrombosis... anguish... agony... suffering... distress... that which is dripping is opaque gypsum... a piano resonates in a forte rhythm... listen carefully... and do not speak... my hands are shaking... my will is weak... sanctuary is that which i seek.... adytum... chancel... sanctum... shrine... body and blood... bread and wine... raindrops descending from the ebon sky... perhaps I shall live... perhaps I shall die... Prozac... tamac... aerial attack... amitriptyline... serene... Gabapentin... in San Quentin... Valium... sanitarium... asylum... Roy G. Biv is up in heaven... gin and vermouth... moratorium... one to seven... red and green... and orange... and yellow... blue is fine... indigo is mellow... tis a lie... I beseech you to know... yes means yes... no means no... not unlike a droll design... every good boy does not do fine... the trick in life is to endure the pain... and in the end... I shall be insane... my mind is exploding... there is a monkey upon my back... a monster lurks within the dark... like a rabid shark... she is prepared to attack... the trick in life is to rest in peace... the voices in the air never cease... I am standing in the water... cold as ice... the moon is full... cumin is a spice.. there is a voice within my head.. from beyond this sphere... and it is weeping... and mourning... and it is somehow clear... running... running... running away... from yesterday... and tomarrow... and from today... today is today... Carpe Diem... tomarrow is tomorrow... overwhelming sorrow... the voices scorned... the voices warned... ludicrous voices... go away... do not return another day... great white shark devours my legs... I can no longer walk... I cannot run away... when I was but a little lad... I saw a young man who was rather sad... he was sitting within a wheelchair... and I did not really even care... this is what he said to me... the subway train has severed them... and this ought not be... Vietnam ate my brain for dinner... loser... quitter... killer... winner... would I live to see my lfe... would it be pleasant... would I encounter strife... lock me in a padded cell... where is heaven... where is hell... do not throw away the key... the long day wanes... to be or not ot be... here I am... upon the cold hard floor... sauter down the hallway... and knock upon my door... an ant is here... oh joy sweet joy... speak to me... comfort me... let me hold you near... I shall eat you... and I shall swallow you... and I shall consume you dear... the ant is dead... lend me your ear... drums are beating within my head... and if you listen carefully... I shall tell you what they said... death is on its way for me... death... death... death... that is the key... let me stick it in... and turn the lock... Bach... clock... dock... frock... hock... knock... mock... rock... sock... tick toque... tick toque... the rain has ceased... and the clouds are gone... the sky is blue... the light is on... Tiffany Tiffany brighten my day... Bon Voyage... and I shall be on my way.
Damian Xaviar Stone |
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