Purple PerformanceA Poem by Christopher T FolioThis 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. © 2019 Christopher T FolioAuthor's Note
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