Poet... Lariat?

[wolven7]

Decisisive, fearful
Projecting tableaued disdain
On laurels unrest

Static Hiss Humming
Blanketed mind's found sobbing
Winds through trees cry loss

Jagged ice floes sing
Removal of the 'useless'
A waving arm sinks

Alone

Destruction of the weak, emotive--
chrysallizing into something beautifully sharp,
hard, reductive. Defending the self
against assailants, outside;
the self-system under external Hack.
Leaving a fear, it seems, of being alone.
Paradoxical, at best.
The amazement of hatred,
resenting the perceived pedestal
thought found, under the 'veneer'
of Friendship.
Paranoia causing plans to sink into the mist.

For what have we, around, but those
who don't Know us?
Where do we find unconditional peace?
The uncertainty of acceptance
falling into fear of loss.
Nothing seen as stable, and every face
an Ides Day mask.
Fought to open, for enervated openings
and wondering why
at a consistent pace.

Disgusted at whimperings,
unable to rescind the thoughts;
compelling madness under the glass
of inspection.
Lost again, after having flown, so fast,
through the realm of caring
how others will feel.
Too terribly comfortable
in the archetypes of comfort.
Security removing all hope
of being secure.
Perhaps a sickness...?
Only an excuse
to try to hide the simple inability
to ever allow oneself
to be happy.

Fucking the response switch,
removing the need to please.
Any but the Self are forever external,
and external pieces
are the closest we get.
Perhaps, unseen, are the Soul-Motivations
laying themeselves
beneath the fear of hurt.
If true union should elude,
and I am never connected,
why should it perturb me
when, 'From childhood's hour
I have not been. . .,"
never and always,
truly alone.
(c)Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.

And, after that one, during the last five or six lines, i started transcribing Edgar Allan Poe's "Alone," from memory. During the last eight lines of that, i hear peals of thunder, and we have ten minute monsoon, that ends, when i walk outside. Life sure is Funny.

Comments

[angsty.livejournal.com]

as usual, your poems stun me speechless. i can't even describe how it makes me feel. so i'll try to express myself in a language i am more comfortable with.

poem... GOOOOD!

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Thank you, very much.

[raoin.livejournal.com]

damien i always find your work exceptional. and incredibly unique. i think what i am feeling here is jealousy. and admiration. are those two allowed to go together?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Why be jealous? You, at least, have some direction, with your work. Thank you, though.