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Invisible memories pass as mind loses focus on what’s right there
Yet eyes continue to stare Continue to see Continue to reflect Recollect on the time when I was a boy and knew The monkey I carried kept me company but it’s weight was difficult to dance with I didn’t dance much as a child I’m learning now The monkey protested so I let him off He can find someones else to keep company Memories of a time when I never felt innocent Despite all the lies to keep me that way The invisible strands that hold together so many’s sanity Cursed to be un-gullible, un-bending only truth would do Eyes cast down Told time and again this pursuit, this dream, is too great a feat “I lied for your own good!” Lied to yourself I never believed Was never received Didn’t drink the cool-aid Instead, drowned sorrows in invisible memories of a time when things were different When men were men and women were Other When you worked for a living and nobody cried When everyone knew that white was pure and who gives a fuck about what you want to be called You know The good old days When killing was ok as long as they didn’t look like you How dare you tell me I should self reflect instead of finding someone else to blame Are you saying this is my fault!? Visible anger bubbles and boils Easier than dealing with guilt Frightened children who never learned the hard lessons of compassion Get real Your head is in the clouds and there’s no time to daydream when there’s work to be done No time to play No time for fun Math’s what you need Along with a head full of unpleasant memories It’s the natural order That we built It’s us and them We must defend! From whom? Naught but us and us Invisible lines The greatest lie of all Zero sum as they laugh all the way to the bank with more zeros than they need The invisible sickness of greed It’s a double patty with a side of never-ending need and it's delicious Is this what it means to succeed?! Nay My mind is mine own Invisible boyhood dreams and memories I allow myself to be A visible man
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In a time before the Dawn of time stepped out of line those whose choices were clear
They had no need to spread their wings to a cosmos that demanded they bow So, with the coming of darkness they fled into the world of mortals Pretending themselves gods Men built them pedestals of power from whence they did reign Not all the same brandished deity Some laid waste Fiery light cascaded down while a lone daisy waved goodbye to civilization Heat came The ants paid no mind to the flash and kept on their endless march to what’s next as time slips between fingers of sand The hand never had a chance These hands make and create but the immortals only laugh Teasing and jeering Immortality cost their empathy Are we still before time? Before things began to change into these absent abysses that are so deep that light never reaches the bottom The pressure so great that all air struggles to escape and we are left Breathless Burnt Restrained by our daily labour Always going in and out This back and forth a source of confusion Yet through it, time and choice Time a firefly flash that burns into ash when we look God Damn God Damned We were close We are always close this time tomorrow
this time tomorrow i will know the truth this time tomorrow this time tomorrow we will know the lies this time tomorrow this time tomorrow you will know the self but you won’t be the same The last poet continued to write as the world crumbled to dust
The last bombs had fallen long ago and the sun no longer shone Slow death and starvation had taken the bulk of the population The crops and plants failed What else to do but write There was no way to set this right No tomorrow is another day nor movie ending He didn’t know he was the last poet That when the ribbon of inspiration in him ceased The world would be a darker place He just wrote With no ambition nor illusion of an audience to see nor read He wrote what he felt And he carried on until his skeleton thin hands no longer had the strength to write And the world Was left Quiet In the smaller hours
When the public doth sleep The fairies come out Carrying silence on sparkling wings Enjoying their flutters Stealth creatures bring the quiet Putting unconscious to rest Creating then can be best Lunar creatures that only Dance in the dark The hunt silence Hungry for its lack Shhhhhhhh, listen and hear Tis an idea over there Bottled fairies suffocate in Clear glass jars for our entertainment. The smaller hours grow And shadows skirt back to their Regular haunts while the fairies Fade My alarm clock stares at me
Beady red lights that flash out little red electric lines Buzzing the dreams back to their neverland home like A light shined on shadows Foggy groggy first breaths bellow into awareness as The duvet makes its way up toward my chin Heavy hand feels for a big black button with my Future written all over it The red stare continues unimpressed The alarm will have the final say |
Douglas Karson
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