One

One

A Poem by Tim Lion

One

Imbroglio fortissimo!
On a dismal-go-round
of shadow-fiends,

shrapnel flurries;

worries unnamed.

 

Head-games with mirrors,

deep fears pock my skin:

eyes of the night-pack

from each diseased pore.

 

I stand alone;

my bones squirm beneath.

Subdural monster

crawls to the teeth.

 

Spit out that venom

and watch love go blind.

Designed to dismember;

inclined to destroy.

 

Behind me, joy’s crumbing,

bridge nips my heels.

Before me, death towering,

beast sniffs my fresh blood.

 

From mud, I was formed;

spit, lightning and wind.

My sins; my pursuers.

My gods; my desires.

 

My smile is a chainsaw.

Frame built for collapse:

black synapse connected;

infection complete.

 

The torturer stands,

hands pressed to my hands.

I am my own vice:

reflection on ice.

 

Rekindled my Hell.

I’m burning myself.

 

A cross built for one.

I’ll ride home alone.

© 2011 Tim Lion


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Very potent poem in balanced statements which only serve to enhance the antithetical nature of the content.

My sins; my pursuers.
My gods; my desires.

I'm left with the image of a large, even hulking survivor in a surreal reality, trapped between the crumbling bridge he has just now crossed and while the malign beasts gather ahead of him, waiting to feast.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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tres bien taureau!! brilliant - but then you know that! I'm sure you and your bro come on here to mock us with your idiosyncratic genius and then disappear to cut down trees and laugh hmmm I'm on to you!! the first stanza is a bloody head wreck - and it doesn't slow down after that - my smile is a chainsaw - and then the most damning lines - "rekindled my hell. I'm burning myself" - ooo dark!! nice!


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very potent poem in balanced statements which only serve to enhance the antithetical nature of the content.

My sins; my pursuers.
My gods; my desires.

I'm left with the image of a large, even hulking survivor in a surreal reality, trapped between the crumbling bridge he has just now crossed and while the malign beasts gather ahead of him, waiting to feast.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like DUDE, ease up on the multiple "Resident Evil" rewind/repeats... sheesh.

Yer gonna need electro-shock to the monkey before long.

Yeah, I don't think that cross is gonna fit in the '72 ford pinto, just sayin'

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow what passionate wording, I really feel the emotion and pacing of this piece. Very nice write, Good job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

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