Lazarus: An Anatomical Study

I've cheated you a thousand times 
 A thousand by thousand ways
 In a thousand by thousand by thousand eternities
 With an eternal cavalcade of soft lipped suitors whose silken syllables 
 Drip
 Drip
 An agonising drip of honeyed dreams
 Whose hook-laced tongues remain by day
 Who sing lullabies of a blissful infinity
 Words you feel within a thundering silence whose violence, whose defiance
 Deafens
 Deafens
 The whimpering cries of your rational mind
 Amplified from time to time by slow release capsules, SSRI's 
 A voice that screams to exhaustion in Carpathian forests' primordial vastnesses
 Silenced by the weary 
 Tears
 Tears
 Tears which fall faint inside a fogged bell jar
 Where lilies grow cloud damp manes of inner thigh white
 Decaying, rot straying, careless words once whispered braying fill the
 World

 A letterbox slit of diminishing light through a veil of the ghosts of the children your choices 
 Birthed
 PTSD from dead dreams synapses see on a battlefield churned to a swamp by both sides of
 You


 Dreams;
 Nightmares;
 Fingers on the same blood smeared hand


 Your bed your palanquin
 You recline Pharaonic
 Wrapped in shrouds of melatonin
 Kissing mouldering pomegranate lips of ancient Gods chthonic
 Your sedative legion
 Raise shields against life
 Crush the hands of treason
 Which enslave you to the baleful burning, life, a never dimming light 
 Time stretches
 Opaque
 Transparent
 Fragile harp string strands pealing across existence
 Pirouetting
 Crippled
 Defiant
 An agonised stumble: A beat not played
 Resume the rondo to fill chambers again

 Tick.

 Tick.

 Tick.Tick.Tick.

 Ticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktickticktick

 Healing hands, buried memories restrained, now flutter
Can you hear us? Can you hear us?
Silence roars, mute howling deafening, a lullaby
Pulse very faint. Canulate, get some glucose in
Where is my light, my Charon, my Angel?
Crash trolley! Adrenaline!
Whose afterlife resembles hospital corridors...? 
Cheater turned cheated: Another dream defeated...

 Embers of shame
 Glow brightly by day
 Despairs conflagration now bitter cold ash
 Smoking defeat
 Choking sore lungs
 Feathers pierce the shell of the you who never was
 Beak cracking hairline progression by hairs breadths: 
 Each conversation seals that shell shut in re-death:
 Tears season every day, inhaled on every breath:
 An eye outside your shell shows a world which never cared that you left
 Then your crest starts to fall as intrusion returns:
 Voices blow slowly urging embers to burn:
 But a hand ties the gag of the lessons you've learned:
 Wings though soul weary lethargically beat so to shatter a cleft
 Bedraggled 
 Ash dusted
 Grey glitter flecked rainbow
 Reluctant
 Triumphant
 Splendid where light shows
 Burning
 Yearning
 Failing and learning
 Falling
 Rising
 A sepulchral Phoenix which burns with a yearning
 Some days for oblivion
 Still more for joy
 Tranquillity through pharmacy, psychiatry, stability, love in every warm degree
 The Headsman's axe stayed: A now wavering blade: A soft hand hesitant to destroy
Having been born without any prior consultation as to whether I was comfortable with that lifestyle choice, I made it my mission to bring everyone down to my alternately furious and gloomy level. I've dallied with enough arts in my life to be a reasonable painter and a moderately good writer and performer of music: My true talent though, is in my writing. I adore words. I build towering analogies and metaphors for the awesome and the mundane. I weave rhythms and metres to take hearts on journeys along dimly lit roads of the human condition, diverting you into forests where my own experiences seep fog-like into your bones. Poetry is my true love, though I also write passable prose, with a number of concepts always being fleshed out into novels. Bouncing ideas off other creative people is a delight for me, so do feel free to reach out.
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