Poet Tree

I poem I wrote on the way to a ski hill in Canada. Finished it when I finished snowboarding and came home.

Poet Tree

 

You’re never beaten until your down

You’ve never smiled until you frown

You’re always lost until your found

You’re solving mysteries until your ancient history in the ground

Death awaits me, life hates me, sadness dates me, and mental illness creates me

Today is the rage, tomorrow the stage, the past was a phase, reality’s a maze, my mind is dazed, crazed, amazed and razed to the ground burning the love like oil, snakes coil while my body boils

Aluminum foil makes charcoal images of my half whole heart, like trying to make stone start beating, people treating fleeting internal bleeding like art out of the marks on my innards, like their winners, really beginners, slip and slither, slice your balls on some scissors in the urinal and call your cries internal

I burn off testicles so you fools don’t have the jewels to face me, your just dicks

Erase these words, pick something you think is better and just remember that I’ve already been dismembered and rendered in three-dimensional words and letters, so find something meaningful to defend your December

Enter the hospital and lend your mind to find a fix an impossible pill for the toxic killer ticks I spit like s**t from the public toilet, a faucet spewing fire, watching your acquired sanity go down the drain because your embers been frosted, you’ve lost it, perpetually perspired retired, your flow low no longer required the restroom is plugged, but you've been flushed away

So watch the crap you spray

Mix your word elixir as you buy your next light fixture

Take a picture of how great it looks, but in my books the photos you took were boasts

Most folks only have lightbulbs but you can call my ever fluorescent presence ghosts

Presently I’m a menace ever revered severed heads dead peeling mushy red on the ceiling haunting your hosts messing with their feelings while you get cushy with them as you eat your pork roasts I hope you live near the coast because I’m about to burn your house of cards down

I’ve been making tunes ever since the redcoats writing hard luminous sparks as I spoke notes out of my scars burning me like my bars, hard

Far from the sun and the stars but someday I will get that everburning learning turning poetry love spraying flames claiming the inferno melting microwaves lighting my life on fire like paper charred, incinerating the sin, beginning to start working through the skin, fat, lard, my muscle, eyes, ears, tearing apart like a book, pages of art aflame, cartilage shards, and scars until there’s nothing but a flaming skeleton even then I be yelling them poems like explosions from the motion of my lungs bleeding emotion better hope your potion can save you with whatever letters destiny gave you, until I evaporate and create a new image, within it, words, the best you’ve ever heard, my only lineage

While you lie between the bedposts I play the notes to a symphony as you have your epiphany not to f**k with me

The amount of combinations absurd, a mighty herd of dear leering in the clearing fearing nothing but the disappearing forest, a chorus of gorgeous buzzing locusts focused on their purpose to interpret what humanity considered worthless, a bird flying past the sky into the eyes of a storm of burnt ash, a poem, a third of a unicorn reborn as a forsworn lord listening to the cords of the universe as they string a new verse as the galaxy screams an encore,  a sword of steel that feels it can slice apart science, with reliance on what's real with the wish to cut through the floor boards of heaven revealing what’s sealed a forest of green fields shielded now wielded by the angels that filled it, lighting up existence like god’s witness bigger than 911 or the star of Bethlehem, releasing then a questioning for what’s left of them if we’re still less than them and ask if humanity knows what’s best not him

Forcing them to listen even though I’m not a Christian

Requesting to be given a love beyond religion, an incision to stop the festering division and fision everyone living whatever the weather tough like leather because we’re better together

Music to my ears like fear is burning up with my body and stuff and there are no tears so better hope the skies raining if you think your shouts can put me out in the downpour until we’re all out of oxygen the light fades, and my mind and the fire's is no more

An insane brain that left a burn stain remaining next to the husk, the mound of dust left at dusk

Jokes will not stoke my remains, the sky rains smoke today

Words were what I lust for, but there are so many lines, how can one find and define the perfect rhyme, not one inside to bust for I must have started to rust for I’ve been shouting poems since the World War

A poetry w***e that drowned in words before his core went silent, stagnant, leaving but a fragment

But tomorrow a borrowed century after I broke through my human body fencing me, my penitentiary an old woman once will say I spoke here once and she’ll mention me

She’ll say he was a pretentious breed indeed, but I pray he felt he left his mark on the world for all to see

A smelted crater in the heart of the earth, life’s creator, a birthmark on Mother Nature

Inside a hole, a cave that bleeds, a single being, a poet tree

A word sea for new beliefs, a chief of leafs, branches, romantic roots and a trunk of infinite lines, finding the words rising from the horizon like a rhyming island in a sea of poetry memories

Roots growing free from sanity, humanity, calamities, and fantasy that any man can see as a masterpiece, the Golden Fleece, from a thought up beast, a release that leaves the speaker speechless

A warrior proud shouting out loud he has no weakness

A mountains peak that has never been reached yet

It came from a seed that grew inside of me

A spawn of my sonnets, a diamond of onyx, symphonic, an honest piece of a comet,

Earth’s garment, something that looks good on it

A poet tree

A tree of words stringed together in ways you’ve never heard better, that occur faster than the wing flaps of the birds that guard it and harness the goddess born of knowledge and art

A god shaken, lovemaking, earth breaking, forsaken, one nationed, poet tree

A poetry tree

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is so original in its style and thanks for entering this work of bloody art into my poetry competition excuse the French but this is brilliant. I loved especially the title the poetry tree very good and also the first several lines well done, thanks again for a moving piece of work.

[Dinesh Kumar]

Well written
Beautiful.....

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Tough and without fear, this piece grabs the reader about the ear nose and throat and screams, well done, good read.

[wordman]

some tough words in this write jack,true emotions on life as it is