Warning Signs

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Numbness spreading out from within
Like a gangrene, strange confusion.
Death cell by cell, crawling back in
To the snakeskin of my own hell.
I am the monster, it is me.
Symbiosis/singularity.
This falling before the fall.
Shadow footsteps echoes in hell;
Darkness’s calling heard before.

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In the Pit of My Stomach

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In the dark of the night time
In the cold of my bed
In the moments in between
When the feelings are raw.
When my mouth is slowly drying
And the words rot in my throat.
And the dreams are dying
Like autumn leaves falling in the breeze.
And I can’t unfeel what I’ve felt before.
And my belief is crumbling,
Oh so many nights of tears and dust.
Then there’s this feeling I get
In the pit of my stomach.
A chill like a knife blade
Twisting within my spirit and guts.
When I’d scream

If screaming counted for much.

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Within the eye of the storm

It is calm here at the eye of the storm.

While outside my extremities are raging.

Muscles taut, eyes bulging, body shaking,

Beset by thoughts of hurricane force pain.

I can laugh at the fool the world sees

Lying forgotten, within this calm place,

That the storm cannot touch.

For I know the fool is not real.

For I know he is not me.

 

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Originally Published: 14 February 2015

A Theory of Everything

 

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The world is always going to let you down.
That’s what gravity is
Millennia of disappointment
Tying people to the ground.

The stars don’t know why they are shining;
The planets don’t know where they are going,
They haven’t got a clue,
They’re just wandering round and round

And round and round.
Restless nomads stumbling blindly in the dark,
Fumbling for enlightenment, for meaning,
Unaware of what surrounds.
 
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Resonance

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Within the sadness; madness of this world,
Silence can sound the loudest
Within the chambers of my mind.
 
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Rhyme nor Reason

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This is my disease.
My locked room
Without a key.
My sickness
Without a cure.
This silence
You must endure.
Watch reason flee,
Lights flickering out.
This is my dis-ease.
 
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Take Off This Uniform

Day 19 and a poem for the demons inside

Made of sticks and stones

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Shadow sound
Faint echoes screaming
Legion. Demon?
Cacophony of whispers;
Half-formed; dying;
Lovers sighing.
Chorus repeating,
Round and round and round,
This Babylon of voices.
Phony wishes,
Air kisses,
Rise and fall orgasm, SCREAMING!
With the phantasm lurking
Within.

Tremors,
After-shock, murmurs,
Susurration.
Bizarre music,
The sighing of a pneumatic drill,
Rhythmic,
Its comforting embrace
Is like a burbling brook;
A recognisable landmark.
Sacred, calm, centred
Within this swirling moonscape.
This alien bazaar, human shrieking,
Speaking, whispering, sighing …
Are you feeling ok?

 
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The Burden

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Why do you carry the weight of the world?
It is not yours, nor mine, to bear.
Like a line of a poem, the thoughts
Should be memory moments,
Before they are gone.
 
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Originally published 24 December 2014

These Silent Stones

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I travel alone through this desert
Though my companions are many.
The silent stones around this oasis
Weep tears into the water

While moonlight glistens upon my fears.
False memories, these heartbeat melodies
Are the ghosts listening outside the circle
Beyond the fire glow, out in the dark

Shadows of the night. These desert sands,
An hourglass with eternity running out
A warrior’s fight with demons not of his making,
Surround me becoming part of my being.

I travel in silence, but never alone
While comfort and solace lurk round the oasis.
The darkness relents with the kiss of the dawn,
Earth rotates and day begins again.
 
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Take Off This Uniform

Shadow sound
Faint echoes screaming
Legion. Demon?
Cacophony of whispers;
Half-formed; dying;
Lovers sighing.
Chorus repeating,
Round and round and round,
This Babylon of voices.
Phony wishes,
Air kisses,
Rise and fall orgasm, SCREAMING!
With the phantasm lurking
Within.

Tremors,
After-shock, murmurs,
Susurration.
Bizarre music,
The sighing of a pneumatic drill,
Rhythmic,
Its comforting embrace
Is like a burbling brook;
A recognisable landmark.
Sacred, calm, centred
Within this swirling moonscape.
This alien bazaar, human shrieking,
Speaking, whispering, sighing …
Are you feeling ok?

 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.