Purple Performance

This poem was portion from a live, installation piece I performed April 25th 2019. The title stems from the lighting overhead.

I’ve experienced the greatest of souls deprived of air dead and glorified for personal insanity.

 

Addiction, professionalism, passion, bombardment, fraudulent pedestals, surrounded by aliens.

 

Alcohol, sleep deprivation, performance, sex, drugs, animalistic display of untimely reckoning.

 

Annihilation, murderous suicide of the material body causing more detriment to the Eternal Soul.

 

Waking to death of the body and death to ideals.

 

Color relies on emotional contamination of a fragmented intensification of mortality within mentality.

 

Black becomes grey staining the finger tips a sticky flesh on a glass screen pecking at the night time.

 

Transfixed on an imaginative idealized institution of brain f*****g intensely from other sides of the globe.

 

Propagated propaganda possibly penetrating the heart strings providing pleasant solace and a prominent enlargement of the c**k and false soul.

 

iPhones illustrate false familiar gratification when s**t hits the fan the day after therapy unable to inflict harm 20 hours without sleep.

 

Pulling soggy grass and dog feces out of the ground at 4 am looking for something to keep yourself occupied passing out for an hour or two in the cold rain.

 

Burnt flowers smell of comfortable zest colors of earth and settling feels of relief.

 

A Happy Wasteland and sleeping on park benches looking for an excuse to achieve Nirvana.

 

Crazily late for any appointment thereafter and only thinking of impromptu escape through trap doors.

 

Home cruising on a highway steering wheels of soaked sleet.

 

Antidepressants crafted Janice’s zombified flesh panic at a picnic style family reunion filled with fourth cousins stealing whiskey and pennies.

Antagonistic trash consumed violently bloating the insides and erecting a bad sign bent at an awkward angle incurable with love or medication.

 

Pelting garbage at companions in a makeshift diner recovering from a nightmare of fabricated imaginative love only experienced temporarily but longing for the sentient of solitude.

 

Reciprocated phone call with the void on speed dial rotating like clockwork thoughts of an untimely suicide.

 

Pink star fish like flowers sink into mud while s**t stains the boxed in sunset preventing third eye awakening.

 

The tress shimmer like dab wax in a pen longing to go outside for a cigarette break watching the leaves and cars fly to the moon.

 

Fire red ceiling alarms flowing like an opium den in China or a w***e house in Amsterdam waiting for my return.

 

Alarming the fear of losing euphoria blessing the brain wrongly with shared disease.

 

The Swiss knife slicing limes allowing the gulping of Mexico in a revenging haze while Hendrix plays elegantly.

 

Yawning as the ink plaster doodles resembles the life-giving goddess internally while longing for more Jägermeister and a nice walk at 1 am covered in paint.

 

Head banging of bricks and hair stained dehydrated longing for a lack of social interaction in isolated parking lots. Transfixed in forgotten conversations in a parkway gazebo.

 

Wind blowing and run around microphoned w****s whistle obnoxiously masturbating fountains in front of perverted ministers.

 

Trotting with tungsten midnight vitamins prior to past time paranoia of love.

 

Cops copulating at granny’s gravesite before driving on a highway searching for psychocybin and refuge at 4 am.

 

Arrived in comfortable desolation unable to see the journey yet waking to uncertainty seeking fresh air in the mountains the next morning.

 

Air fresher than a cigarette at dawn, still unable to feel home in a new town.

 

Whizzing renegades on rubber wheels travelling haphazardly more so than regulated opiates on the other side of town.

Euphoria soon ensues transfixed on imaginative conversion of the nonexistence with visions of a safe space in the stars ordainment.

 

Love remains in the heart however bulging out of the body in more ways than one.

 

Scales enslaving power contained amongst enchanted gentlemen searching for quick drugs ignoring their heart.

 

Longing to return eternally home to Saturn beyond but only stuck submerged in a loose unwashed Uranus.

 

Stillness rings like hand kartals and a mantra of eternal love ensues filling the soul. Hare Krishna, distant yet in love with the beauty however astray from who I used to know.

 

Transmigration of internal sentiments so sensitive and prolonging adaptability yet certain moments are so beautiful.

 

Remember this when puking sludge at 2 am wanting to die

 

Remember this when bird pellets stick to your window midafternoon

 

Remember this when you walk out of bed in the morning

 

Remember this when you go to sleep at night

 

Remember this when you reincarnate attaining eternal life…

 

I’m always with you, likewise, you’re holding the slipping rope.

 

I’m always with you, loaded, you’re aiming at my head.

 

I’m always with you, anointing, you’re blade to my arm.

 

I’m always with you, greeting, your temple of flesh.

 

I’m always with, outstretched, your heart unto Moons.

 

I’m always with you, refuge, you’re home among God…….

 

I’m always with you, distressed, your devotion to love.

 

I’m always with you, greedy, your devotion to love.

 

I’m always with you, inquisitive, your devotion to love.

 

I’m always with you, seeking, your devotion to love.

Author's Note

all of these stories were true in some way and skewed to make sense in a metaphorical way. everything happened, but everything isn't reality.
Let me know of any lines that catch your attention and we can talk and share ideas! All love

Reviews

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I finf quiet funny how many people wieved your poem but no one make any comments at all. I find its quiet common culture at this web site. If you don't make every day 100 posiotive rewievs you quiet hardly get any response at all. I have also account on All poetrycom. Where i gewt more response and people seems really care what you are writing then just like this is great poem etc.


Form of your poem is quiet massive like you try get under skin and mind of a reader. You brought so many subjects in quiet chaotic--order--form. It's like walking at night dream full of symbols and discovering inner self through the unlogical events. Or it's can be quiet heavy trip on toxic psychedelic herbs. It's have quiet power to take reader mind away. Or at least thats what happen at my case. End is quiet epic and calming in climax of love.

Maybe if you clear up your thoughts and pull out just stronger spots it will be more magnificient poem. But same problem i have at my writing too. Don't worry you are on the great way. Keep express yourself and don't pay too much atention what people say. I hope you will post more and you will also get more comments cause you obvi deserve it.