deeper into nothing

 

I wish to go deeper

far deeper

than the place of thick light

that beckons

beyond the soul pit of tempting confusion

through the stink of drama that ignites me and causes me to

embrace

a kind of life 

a next to life 

a nearby life

an adjacent but not quite life

in here, the worm turns over, mouth stretched

and with its vagabond tongue

strokes the kundalini snake…..

better judgement

is still a vice

and leaves a stain of rationality that

pretends to justify…

no thing

may justify even an eye flashing lie

no thing may cause

a blood soaked rag to

comfort me!

Tempting though it may be to roll in ecstasy,

to flush the mind with heart blasting fire,

to fuck the earth with every intrepid cell

no amount of plain english can dissolve this pigment

to water

and

no water is thin enough nor thick enough

to be the truth of

absolute dissolution

SONY DSC

 

 

 

 

 

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

35 thoughts on “deeper into nothing

  1. After reading the poem and seeing the image my mind went …”WOW!” This may be one of my new favorite artistic painting of yours…still experiencing loss of breath.

    Like

    1. what an encouragement! thanks, hope you get your breath back soon 🙂 No one has ever made a comment on this little painting really, I love it too though, it is nice to know that someone else gets it too

      Like

  2. Mother of god. I don’t know quite what else to say. An adjacent but not quite life. An eye flashing lie. This is pure poetry, Poet, I don’t know how you put the words together like this but such a pleasure to read. I think perhaps one of the favorites of yours that I have read, and that is saying a lot. Fuck the earth with every intrepid cell… Perfect stuff.

    Like

    1. I don’t know how they come together either… I wonder how…?
      I think as expressers we have preferences for words and sounds and sometimes a combination feels delicious and I use it… not sure that they always make sense though in those moments i usually decide to trust my brain that has read thousands of books to know even if I can’t remember…

      Like

  3. Profoundly strong voices and voracious in its message ! Mortality has been wrapped up in the sanctity of life and immortality ! Unbelievable writing and artwork ! Blessings dear!

    Like

      1. What I liked about it was that the sound of it worked just right. It seemed like hitting the right note at the right rhythm with the right resonance, if that makes any sense. 🙂 It has a musicality too it (and a carnality) which bring the poem to life.

        Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....

MYMonkey MIND

Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.

Blossomine🌼

Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Finely Spun

material

cosmos reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

TEXAS OUTLAW POET

JEFF CALLAWAY

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

%d bloggers like this: