Severance.
Gratification of being born
drowned on
the edge of reality,
stopped
each moment of weakness as
she slipped from the grasp of her spider's web,
tampered by tears of torment,
shell dead
more than it ever was,
insides gutted,
spewed across the wasteland of
every mans wet dream.
Vultures laid in wait
eager eyes
blood red with rage,
circled each emotion
penetrated the locked door of innocence,
spilled the sanity of sorrow's native daughter,
reached the monotone horror
of her deepest recess,
stripped each ounce of life,
severance of breath.
© 2007 Michaela James.
17/09/2007
07/09/2007
'One.'
Purge the insides of feeling,
emancipate government whores,
political pain unleashed
every waking night
sleeping day.
Watch the fear ooze
from the screen,
stench of the overcooked world,
baked over Bollingers at a five star
monument.
El Presidente emblazoned
on the front page
comrade-in-arms without a clue,
night time news
to headline print,
catalogued for my son's future
demise.
Two phallic symbols of extravagant
proportions
sunk:
in the name of God
one by one
the lonely decent,
snap-shots of what we've become.
One boy, gun in hand
spray can the other
morally defaces his innocence lost,
father half-dead,
my mother?
his America, mother gone.
Idealistic
idiosyncrasies,
idolised
the bearer of the U.S. Dollar
the English Pound shadowed
secretly weeps for independence
and is on borrowed time.
America with it's tired allies
off their leash
belly's showing,
for all their might
won't paralyse the parasites.
Creatures of God re-armed with blind belief,
await the callous call to jack and blow
the western world
apart
thankyou.
Michaela James.
emancipate government whores,
political pain unleashed
every waking night
sleeping day.
Watch the fear ooze
from the screen,
stench of the overcooked world,
baked over Bollingers at a five star
monument.
El Presidente emblazoned
on the front page
comrade-in-arms without a clue,
night time news
to headline print,
catalogued for my son's future
demise.
Two phallic symbols of extravagant
proportions
sunk:
in the name of God
one by one
the lonely decent,
snap-shots of what we've become.
One boy, gun in hand
spray can the other
morally defaces his innocence lost,
father half-dead,
my mother?
his America, mother gone.
Idealistic
idiosyncrasies,
idolised
the bearer of the U.S. Dollar
the English Pound shadowed
secretly weeps for independence
and is on borrowed time.
America with it's tired allies
off their leash
belly's showing,
for all their might
won't paralyse the parasites.
Creatures of God re-armed with blind belief,
await the callous call to jack and blow
the western world
apart
thankyou.
Michaela James.
lysergic acid diethyl amide.
It came to pass
as I passed
over,
lids shut tight
imagined
thoughts of the last sip:
pollen air,
the taste of triumph
the taste of despair:
bitter sweet.
The final thought,
the final tear
seeping
my final beat
creeping:
thro' shadows I'd not dare.
The last thing I heard:'
I told you it was over.
'Tick. Tock. Tick.
Mindless, banal
pulse of the clock,
hypnotised
I float down the canal,
freedom washes over me,
my comeuppance
welcomed with such joy,
pain oozes from bloated pores:
release of anguish needling my existence.
Existence?
37 years, not a tock more
myself
the babble
'Do it, do it, do it..'
'your shell immortal.
'the reality I fear not.
Though the image begged to differ,
my arms flailed:
devoutly nailed
to the low of my high.
The mirror mocks me,
each hair,
crease and
minute detail
that has graced my unearthly face.
A piano played my mind,
couldn't get what I was suppose to say,
onlookers
carry their bigoted shame,
a tragedy and
I'm not to blame,
the ache subsides as they
burn my charred remains.
Dance of joy
hooked
upon free flowing hash,
eases the inevitable
sleep.
scores feed
pick my intoxicated flesh,
the subconscious core
silently screams,
dilated,
lacking fear
of an early death.
Michaela James.
as I passed
over,
lids shut tight
imagined
thoughts of the last sip:
pollen air,
the taste of triumph
the taste of despair:
bitter sweet.
The final thought,
the final tear
seeping
my final beat
creeping:
thro' shadows I'd not dare.
The last thing I heard:'
I told you it was over.
'Tick. Tock. Tick.
Mindless, banal
pulse of the clock,
hypnotised
I float down the canal,
freedom washes over me,
my comeuppance
welcomed with such joy,
pain oozes from bloated pores:
release of anguish needling my existence.
Existence?
37 years, not a tock more
myself
the babble
'Do it, do it, do it..'
'your shell immortal.
'the reality I fear not.
Though the image begged to differ,
my arms flailed:
devoutly nailed
to the low of my high.
The mirror mocks me,
each hair,
crease and
minute detail
that has graced my unearthly face.
A piano played my mind,
couldn't get what I was suppose to say,
onlookers
carry their bigoted shame,
a tragedy and
I'm not to blame,
the ache subsides as they
burn my charred remains.
Dance of joy
hooked
upon free flowing hash,
eases the inevitable
sleep.
scores feed
pick my intoxicated flesh,
the subconscious core
silently screams,
dilated,
lacking fear
of an early death.
Michaela James.
"The Falling Man."
Angels on the black breeze
eased the way down
flames licking past
through falling shards
howls echoed in silence:
grey silence
that held all hearts poised
filled the void that was once called home.
Symphonies captured the strokes
of
every
moment
the staccato pluck
paused for no-one
strings pulled
every
tear
choked
voices.
Bricks and mortar
strewn across
the plateau
of my ignited being
as sanity simmered to death
long before
the flesh
wept with each
cinematic thought
alone
eased the way down
flames licking past
through falling shards
howls echoed in silence:
grey silence
that held all hearts poised
filled the void that was once called home.
Symphonies captured the strokes
of
every
moment
the staccato pluck
paused for no-one
strings pulled
every
tear
choked
voices.
Bricks and mortar
strewn across
the plateau
of my ignited being
as sanity simmered to death
long before
the flesh
wept with each
cinematic thought
alone
yet
surrounded by the falling man:
the ghost of hope burning brightly
amidst the guilt
madness made immortal
unforgiving
relentless and eternal.
© 2007 Michaela James.
surrounded by the falling man:
the ghost of hope burning brightly
amidst the guilt
madness made immortal
unforgiving
relentless and eternal.
© 2007 Michaela James.
06/09/2007
'God Made Me.'
Cookie dough innocence
painted
on walls,
fingerprints of time
cracked
the hourglass
each aspiration
of youth
sheared.
My virtuoso performance
through the window
beyond night,
swallowed
the created mind,
etched the route of evil
behind those deep brown eyes:
eaten
the reality of waking.
Siphoned celluloid memories
cascaded,
laughter drowned by rivers
ragged tears
the truth
the dare
whispered,
the final sneeze missed
mother's nurture.
Read between the lines and
saw
looked beneath the surface and
heard
shallow screams served cold
scratching at the deep white,
the endless circle
of my belligerent landscape.
Frame after frame
torched
painted
on walls,
fingerprints of time
cracked
the hourglass
each aspiration
of youth
sheared.
My virtuoso performance
through the window
beyond night,
swallowed
the created mind,
etched the route of evil
behind those deep brown eyes:
eaten
the reality of waking.
Siphoned celluloid memories
cascaded,
laughter drowned by rivers
ragged tears
the truth
the dare
whispered,
the final sneeze missed
mother's nurture.
Read between the lines and
saw
looked beneath the surface and
heard
shallow screams served cold
scratching at the deep white,
the endless circle
of my belligerent landscape.
Frame after frame
torched
by my hand
ridicule at conception
reached inside,
stripped
dignity as
desire fled death
without conscience
God made me.
ridicule at conception
reached inside,
stripped
dignity as
desire fled death
without conscience
God made me.
© 2007 Michaela James.
13/08/2007
life's harvest.
Life's Harvest.
Puppets on strings
limp
uninterested
shimmer to the command
of fate's twisted smile.
One with an Uzi,
another
a Glock:
the excuse for father's absence.
Working class war
whore
dissected,
rotted reason of banality,
wetted by the appetite
of every strangers intrusion:
fists clenched
face frozen frayed,
pupils dilated
rage:
they were mummies boys.
White lines peppered the neon glow,
insight pickled
beyond delusion,
consequence of feeling poor,
rooted from the age of six.
Desires overflowed with every passing blow,
erect extensions of manhood
pleasured,
each scream driven,
showered the mall,
memories like shards flew faster than
R.E.M.s at 5:05.
The whites of my eyes
popped
as one voice echoed
'please… forgive me.'
Words
filtered
without ego,
desperate
yet warmed.
Death.
the blanket that wraps us all,
life's harvest.
Copyright.2007. SYMPATHY'S SYMPHONY
Michaela James.
Puppets on strings
limp
uninterested
shimmer to the command
of fate's twisted smile.
One with an Uzi,
another
a Glock:
the excuse for father's absence.
Working class war
whore
dissected,
rotted reason of banality,
wetted by the appetite
of every strangers intrusion:
fists clenched
face frozen frayed,
pupils dilated
rage:
they were mummies boys.
White lines peppered the neon glow,
insight pickled
beyond delusion,
consequence of feeling poor,
rooted from the age of six.
Desires overflowed with every passing blow,
erect extensions of manhood
pleasured,
each scream driven,
showered the mall,
memories like shards flew faster than
R.E.M.s at 5:05.
The whites of my eyes
popped
as one voice echoed
'please… forgive me.'
Words
filtered
without ego,
desperate
yet warmed.
Death.
the blanket that wraps us all,
life's harvest.
Copyright.2007. SYMPATHY'S SYMPHONY
Michaela James.
strangelove.
The heartache of innocence
created by soiled memories,
drove the devils dice
through God's eyes,
my hollow scream
split in two
frozen fears
ideas
ill informed,
stomped out education by
raising hell within my childlike mind.
Mother was manipulated six fold,
father?
the guiding hand,
fists for favour and folly,
uncompromising unity of the left and right.
The only place to hide
was the distant dream
drowned,
towering brothers of immense power,
our only playground of green
browns and
blood reds,
bitter sweet utterance, windswept.
Mother was grotesque,
father?
the binding glue,
clotted the gaping wound,
my vacuum I called strangelove.
Hereditary ignorance of emotion
treasured more than my passing heartbeats,
captured in the wrong time,
born to two monsters,
reconciliation raped by retribution.
I turned full throttle:
left them behind,
severed
yet forever entwined.
©2007 Michaela James.
created by soiled memories,
drove the devils dice
through God's eyes,
my hollow scream
split in two
frozen fears
ideas
ill informed,
stomped out education by
raising hell within my childlike mind.
Mother was manipulated six fold,
father?
the guiding hand,
fists for favour and folly,
uncompromising unity of the left and right.
The only place to hide
was the distant dream
drowned,
towering brothers of immense power,
our only playground of green
browns and
blood reds,
bitter sweet utterance, windswept.
Mother was grotesque,
father?
the binding glue,
clotted the gaping wound,
my vacuum I called strangelove.
Hereditary ignorance of emotion
treasured more than my passing heartbeats,
captured in the wrong time,
born to two monsters,
reconciliation raped by retribution.
I turned full throttle:
left them behind,
severed
yet forever entwined.
©2007 Michaela James.
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