Raptured or Binding Singularity

Raptured or Binding Singularity

A Poem by Robert Trakofler
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rework of an old story poem I recently published in Illumination it is part of a trilogy of poems on the evolution of the bunny:)

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Binding Singularity

 

I woke strapped to a wooden cross

In a lightless chamber

Of how I got here, memories lost

caught scent of musty vapor

Sensing sways of being aloft

my breath starts to labor

I feel my exhales draft to frost

I shout in sudden terror

 

Adrift like a pendulum ghost

hopes lost with my bearing

As grips loose from my binding ropes

to slack from motions turning

I twist to counter spin this post

To hold fast my bindings

For fear of falling from this host

must stave this unwinding

 

From high above a thin beam streaks

to cast on distant wall

Comprised of many faces pique

spectating specters all

The stagnant air begins to reek

as light cascades and crawls

Revealing more reckoning peeks

a discarnate head cabal

 

Something pulled my vessel steadfast

but spin still swayed my vision

Perched across leering on a mast

a raptor and man fusion

As piercing black lifeless eyes cast

I felt his minds intrusion

As the light beam crawled to his bask

darkness spread suffusion

 

In unison the face wall sighed

lips upturned to dread grins

In my bondage I seethe my spy

in its Judgment I wince

His raven wings to me did fly

to tear my flesh its din

I screamed in pain but smiled comply

My loathes, its yen famine

 

Despair takes hold as light beam fades

Released from locking eyes

I cringe my fate next light of day

My soul begins to cry

The wall of faces turn allay

but rest I must deny

Or risk to fall from my display

And loose these ropes to fly

 

Countless the days of this long trial

my flesh smattered in chasms

The bleeds trace my hatred so vile

A fixed grin my spasm

My mind and heart are so defiled

of life’s enthusiasm

Grasp my head soon, will be exiled

to adorn this chasm!

 

Watching him dine upon my flesh

upon his lofty perch

For trophy head that I must wrest

I gave a sudden lurch

To unwind the ropes from this guest

releasing with a smirk

To falling for my freedoms death

I gave myself to earth

 

I wakened from my final fall

body whole but empty

I heard those somber faces call

quest your pieces deftly

Search for your soul’s true self recall

to fill your ache so hefty

You must run, fight, stand strong, and crawl

for modus vivendi



A picture from Kindle Ken Simm:) 

© 2021 Robert Trakofler


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Had this in my reading library about a month, not that long ago, & you were in rare form. I see you writing a bunch of crap about how you're in a writing funk (sorry for that part) but I do believe you reinforce your funk by defining yourself by it. This amazing poem, totally on-point rhyme & rhythm, a ton of intense creative spooky ideas & imagery, flowing like a fiery burping volcano . . . this was posted a month ago. You're not that far from this guy . . . be this guy . . . stop being that other loser. (Pardon my lecture!) This poem makes me want Halloween to be closer so I can start some badass spooky writing. This poem makes me envy the hell out of you for being able to sustain rhyme & rhythm, along with intense content, over so many verses (something I cannot do unless I grit my teeth around a prune pit the whole time). Please look into this mirror over here . . . not the one at your house which shows you back a hobbled poet under a ton of writers-block bricks. Look in this mirror of mine which sees you as amazing & expansive & dedicated & mind-blowing (not to mention a little bit sexy, for a graying mid-lifer) *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

4 Months Ago

This review stirred me more than any poem could



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Had this in my reading library about a month, not that long ago, & you were in rare form. I see you writing a bunch of crap about how you're in a writing funk (sorry for that part) but I do believe you reinforce your funk by defining yourself by it. This amazing poem, totally on-point rhyme & rhythm, a ton of intense creative spooky ideas & imagery, flowing like a fiery burping volcano . . . this was posted a month ago. You're not that far from this guy . . . be this guy . . . stop being that other loser. (Pardon my lecture!) This poem makes me want Halloween to be closer so I can start some badass spooky writing. This poem makes me envy the hell out of you for being able to sustain rhyme & rhythm, along with intense content, over so many verses (something I cannot do unless I grit my teeth around a prune pit the whole time). Please look into this mirror over here . . . not the one at your house which shows you back a hobbled poet under a ton of writers-block bricks. Look in this mirror of mine which sees you as amazing & expansive & dedicated & mind-blowing (not to mention a little bit sexy, for a graying mid-lifer) *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

4 Months Ago

This review stirred me more than any poem could
Intense. I get there sometimes. I am usually pretty good at muting thought but we lose awareness as we lay to rest and the rambling mind can really take hold and peck away like carrion on the bones of the day.

Powerful write:)

Posted 5 Months Ago


Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

Thanks pryde:) I have had this nightmare many times;/ sometimes we are binded by the ropes and some.. read more
Pryde Foltz

5 Months Ago

Try to lucid dream it a way if you can ... wake-up to the dream.
It appears as an inner fight... Fight with fear, loss, pain, hate and the evils. We have to strive hard so as to stand again leaving this burden elsewhere! A very intriguing somber write here... I hope you are doing well my friend..

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

YES YES YES YES OH and Yes I will work on the second part of this series soon and you will see the e.. read more
Dreamer Sima

5 Months Ago

I want to see the happy and contented you, so waiting for the second version of it...
A dark cave....can't escape....regrets and bad thoughts overwhelming. We often are tougher on ourselves than the rest of the world is. We can not forgive ourselves for mistakes that were certainly not planned. However, we also have to fight to stay in this world. Fight to not be taken down by outside forces. Robert, this one is a tower of angst....and it is so well written. Lydi**


Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

Hi Lydia:) I think this is the final draft of this poem I have rewritten this so many times for the .. read more
This one...this was an intense poem, Robert!! I feel like I clung to every word until the end snuck up on me. I couldn't listen to the recording of this one 'cause the school finally figured out how to block SoundCloud on my computer, which sucks, 'cause I really like listening to your poems. But I loved it nonetheless!
Thanks for sharing your amazing poetry with us, friend! :)

100/100

Nix ❤️️

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

Oh nooo! Why they take away your sound cloud:/ life without sounds or clouds is sad:( I would send y.. read more
Nix is typing...

5 Months Ago

Oh, wow, lol. I get the whole busy life thing. 😌 I appreciate the taking the time to read my stuf.. read more
I'm not sure my simple mind should offer a comment on this impressive write (The fact I am, shows just how simple my mind is) done in the style I feel most comfortable with.
You have left us all a substantial read

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

thanks, Dave I have a couple more stories along this vein it is eventually about the birth of the bu.. read more
Damn BB this is a dark and desperate write. The angst that slowly drips down the page hit full tilt at the end. Caught in our own intellectual vices can make for split personalities that don’t play nicely together. Loved this.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

LOL Crowley, you know how mushy I get this time of year:)
I saw my life flash before me once when I was choking to death...
but here life not only flashes, it tears the speaker to pieces...a life that is filled with regret...
that becomes a dark cave from which there is no escape...Strapped to that wooden cross of our own making.
Being our own sacrifice.
j.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

I had this nightmare several times
We live in a Spiritual World... where Evil ventures
more and more. We are part of the Trinity and so it shall
always be... in a Garden where the Lamb will eventually
lie with the Lion for Eternity. with divine Intervention...
Prayerfully, Pat

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

5 Months Ago

in my storyline, this person is eventually the original birth of the bunny someday I will weave the .. read more

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I am the Bunny but the bunny isn't me long live the bunny Hello I’m Robert I own an art gallery and performance space in Pittsburgh called The Zenith It is also an antique store and a veget.. more..

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