my poetry fused into dreamscapes and so much more

"stupid genuis" -mike zickafoose chapter 1

The Rebirth





“Bleeding Virtue in a Crippled Machine

We Race amidst the Whispers of Tomorrow

To Penetrate the Abyss of Lone Dusk”



I remember running, running till it seemed I drifted; a streamlined penetration into the infinite stardust. It was soon I became truly jointed, something so inexplicable and wondrously suffocating blending at the same moment in time. I was the night and my shell of self did surge with mad exultant delirium. The wind was like true pure soaked freedom, a god’s tonic, and it gnawed at the weight of my heavy soul. This panic laden frenzy nourished heartily from the inner sanctum of my self. The deep endless chasm wrought fears, dreams, and lucid perception and they all bled into the void. A reality was sacrificed and consumed as if apparently never existent. Shell-shocked this brazen misanthropic angel drifted into the night’s cool stars.

In mind with this my gaze, my self fell downwind into the night. Oh how these long but few centuries beat at my head. I am, am I? Existence, emotion, truth, and death all this pulsates with erratic breathe to scream LIES. In an endless second my psyche fragments and it is creation born. A creature of reasoning shattered into a million electric lives all in purposeful harmony. There was nothing to propose a reality that was thought to be present before, a universe was forged, a genesis of soul enraptured. I shook in adamant resurrection and felt life vibrate beyond the mystique.

My senses so overwhelming yet so blindingly true over swept my being. I as can recall, had an immediate shriek of crippling regurgitation. The groans of sweet laughter somehow graced with the outpouring of sweet fervent tears.







“There I was steadfast

Breathing in the centrifuge

Picking up the face down

Cards of my Existence”



I attempt to assemble part of this carnival of sensory overload that is meshed before me in semi-recognizable patterns. The surge and depth of the vibrant assault is a terrifying chapter of dumbfounded ecstasy. A high on seemingly endless spasms of corrosive feelings coupled with chemical deluge is a recipe for precipitous consequences. I am numb, lifeless, true void and again catapulted into the hierarchy of naked feeling. My flesh, my soul bathes in a million distinct and volatile orgasms of pleasure to erect a disbanded carcass back to life. It was a Sistine chapel, paradise in mere clouds, dust and dew I was witnessing and engulfing my soul. The sun, the beacon of new day promise began raping warm delightful patterns in every contour of my being. Enriched in comfortable agony, I convulse and expel bittersweet remnants of the prior being. In all honesty, I believe a physical stigma of my emotional insides coming to grasp with my surrounding state. With a mighty roar or better true guttural howl, scream defiance at this summons to return. I cannot fight the fervent embrace exuding from my semi-paralytic soul. Hazily I stagger into what was, together in our natures being once again. This twisted consciousness immersed in embryonic stupor seeps into the vast world from my every aching pore.

“I Walked out of my Mind

Forsaking Dreams and Time

My Silent Prophecy

Swooning Enlightenment

Blind Mans Euphoria

Pulse, Flash, Ecstasy

Faint Visceral Visions

Stark Cryptic Convulsions”



The sheer morning air struck through my spine like electric tornados. A mighty crack, true deafening thunder seized my fragile skull and I wavered in full adamant confusion. These eyes, like forgotten tombs unearthed, unwelcome the obtrusive sunlight. What are these? Are they hands of some demonic angel to wing me off to fiery depths of my own hell? Am I truly dead? The gateway to the unanswered lay before me.



“I hear a Butterfly Scream,

Oh Caterpillar Nightmare”



However the demon I long to see is but dark foreboding elm, limbs like lightning frozen in time carving their way to the heavens. A wonder of nature I see in this harbinger of deep new morning. I weep, for knowing your humble author a mere fragmented reflection of the awesome spectacle I feel and see before me.

I am however truly mistaken in my forethought. It is not the same world, or yesteryear reality, the morning air does not fill these lungs the same. I have breached a new dawn unlike no one before. I was baptized in torrents of majestic nightmare, crucified by life’s buried feelings and thus I arose in all my vacuous glories. This collection of dirt, stone and death is your world that I now trespass onto and awakens before these pale blue eyes. I long for never ending flight, bleeding into forgiving cosmos. I like the countless stars sleeping in the vast galaxy, will ascend and burn vigilant and true, till my return to that comfortable oblivion.



“Do we Stir, Hold Breathless Awe?

Comfort Self, Ritual Bliss

Simple Song of Midnight Sleep

Nurturing Mental Garden

Shivering Kaleidoscope

Seducer’s Whispers of Dreams

Talking God, Fallen Alter

Sound Mar’s Innocent Words

Shrill Fevered Laughter…His? Mine?”

 

That was an invigorating read, with fantastic wordplay and concepts. I enjoyed it thoroughly, and I hope others aren't too put off by the length (lengthy stuff in any style hasn't had too much success in this forum, unfortunately ). It reminded me alot of William Gibson's cyberpunk style, and he's one of my favorite authors.

The poems that were seperating the prose were incredible, btw. I enjoyed this thoroughly... thanks for sharing it! One suggestion I do have is to use a normal font in a smaller size... this came up rather large on my screen

 

Very nice piece. I didn't have time earlier to read it all the way through. I agree with the font size, especially considering how lengthy it is too...seems like I'm scrolling as much as I'm reading. Thanks~!

 

i absolutely loved it. the imagry alone was amazing...i will look for more for sure.

 

Hello Good People...I am glad you dug my writing, it is sort of a passion/purge of mine as well as yourselves I am quite sure of....and JESUS sorry about the size of the post (I had no clue)..should be trailing behind an airplane it was so large right!!!..The work itself is as you can tell part of a novella I am writing mixing visceral imagery, parable themed dreamscapes and poetry all original I have written along my life that conveniently and in a karmic sense tie into the philosophical storyline...It has really been a blessed time and release writing it...writing is definately a sanctuary not unlike music and art which fuel my existence...i have more If you guys are curious...peace and take care