A Poem by Perdition

Reason sleeps in my barren trees

I often tell myself

black as the sheet that strains along the slight

hidden inside my nature

Reason sleeps and carves the knife of wishes into a mind of fog that covers the windows and lures away sleep’s sanity


there are times when I forget to let small things in

times I forget to let them out, stopping to see what dark clouds are swirling on the fist of horizon, times when the world slips into hallucinogen, escaping through the last draw and image, times when you can hear the rising of your chest

and the door opens but death comes not to night

straining instead toward darkness with the flame and gasoline of heaven’s light


most have heard the world’s reflection

their silicone slope passing by 

a gold tipped butterfly

green as the flowers the ghosts will carry

denuding the thoughts of loveliness from our eyes

but I am exposed

tied with the hands that were borrowed by rope

to brush away the momentary fly from its fruit when

she bears herself in din and dark tranquility


still this howling note growls

awake in the frozen bulb

I tell myself

watching the moon’s shadow sculpt a miniature neon christ

watching memory’s face laugh back as dusk swims slow and steady

for this sleep turns my fray into night with the song of the robin

and the footsteps beneath my journey from

the murky end of the fox

© 2019 Perdition

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so, right hand palsy....reason...which is left brained...maybe this thinking should be more analytical and less artistic....maybe we need another view...scoping it from all sides and not just the one we are intuned to?

Posted 2 Months Ago

The Walking Queen

2 Months Ago

well who made up the rule that we have to color all the inside of the image...why can't we just colo.. read more

2 Months Ago

Cause it would make perfect sense and all things right...duh...believe it was you that made that rul.. read more
The Walking Queen

2 Months Ago

forgive me, Ive slept since then....those memories fell on the slippery marbled floor....
As beautiful as ever, perdition. You have the ability to take darkness and showcase it with delicacy. I wish I could write beauty- but eh, that's not my department. This is a wonderful mix of the two. It seems more like a professional masterpiece than a normal poet. Tell me, do you publish these in books? Cuz you'd be amazing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Hey...Happy New Year and sorry for the disappearance..stupid pinched nerve has me limited with a use.. read more

2 Months Ago

Oh that's ok Perdition, you're a Houdini! Think of it like that! Haha, my holidays was fine too; I h.. read more
This is delightfully imaginative and dark-ish. You have a tremendous way of imagining things. Please keep up the good work

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

thank you and will try my best. Insomnia helps..lol.
33 views and Ive barely opened my eyes. You have been busy in my sleep. Those goblins steal away what is important. Im guessing the fox was on your porch again...stealth and cautious. I havent been out to see what the world holds in a while. Have heard no birds chirping, have not closed my eyes for the breeze.My cocoon is disheartening and I feel more clumsy than ever. I am going back in...im catching a chill here. more later after I ve had more coffee.

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The Walking Queen

2 Months Ago

those lines...letting the small things in and then out..the opening and closing...we are demons with.. read more

2 Months Ago

As above so below...but there is a bridge Dante and it will help out to draw out an image to this fr.. read more

2 Months Ago

*help to draw out an image,,,,

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Added on January 8, 2019
Last Updated on January 8, 2019



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Writing is a way for me to transcend the edges around the edges of transcendence; if you catch my drift. Thank you for your wonderful reviews and please forgive me if I sometimes fail to do the same... more..