Gord

2020-09-13 11:11 pm

Global player who creates the local cable,
Writing nomenclatures with known names,
Hoping workstations become playstations,
Whose drone planes zip along to no shame;

Teaching to make rain and thunder,
How your shame is the pain of others,
Whose praise and worship is nonsense.

Space traveler, declares his slave radical:
"No place for a sail with no waves,
No stone age for a failing sage,
Place the stones on his grave,
Then walk away."

Teaching to take pain asunder, 
How should I, seek, become a hermit,
With my star-ship lacking an AC?

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:17 pm

“Wake Up” 

Ahh, the unexpected depression 
of waking up to greet another day 
This menial mundane monstrosity 
Shaded in varieties of gray 

Sloughing through
begrudged routines,
Caged in by an endless checklist 
Punctuated only by commas. 

Collecting “cherished moments” 
On your camera roll 
To say the day was a happy one. 

Hiding behind the infernal screen, 
A spyglass to a world you don’t even want
But hold onto anyway 
with white-knuckled grip, 
Afraid that reality won’t measure up 
To this life stickered with fantasy labels 

And you wonder when the dreaming stopped, 
Probably that moment you realized you still hadn’t woken up a superhero, 
Or that unicorns don’t exist outside of fairy tales

When tomorrows bled into yesterdays 
And you looked back in wide wonder 
Questioning how you collected so many rings in your trunk 
And pondering where all the whimsy went 

Chasing shadows of what was
And what could have been, 
Gazing into the abyss of what-ifs 

Unnecessary self-induced miseries. 
A waste of numbered moments.

Time that could be spent counting freckles that bridge across tiny noses, 
And listening to the relentless chatter 
Of a little heart that has not yet been broken, 
And who still believes in the maybes. 

I see you little souls. 
For you, I awaken. 

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:15 pm

Poetry Satirized

What is this thing they call poetry? 
It’s mostly “pretty words” you see 

Ok, maybe there’s a bit more to it... 
I’ll see if I can walk ya through it. 

We rap similes and metaphors, 
Figurative language whores 

Plays on words 
And turns of phrase
Emotional squalor 
And issues for days 

Lovers lost 
And sadness deep 
Words that when trapped 
Keep us from sleep 

“Racing to the finish” 
Or dragging our feet 
And not to compete 
or attempt to defeat 
But simply
To complicatedly complete 

Alleviate or desecrate
All depends upon the date
Or what kind of day we had 
Pissed off, celebratory, sad
Or in poetic terminology, 
Raging, blessed, melancholy 

We personify and mystify 
“Let them see it through our eyes” 

We rhyme and reason 
Or sometimes we don’t 
It’s not that we can’t 
It’s more likely we won’t 

Abstract or concrete 
Or both all at once 
Painting deeeeeep pictures...

But sometimes only of confusion 
Poetic delusions 😉
Words made in illusions 
Or maybe allusions?
No wonder we can’t always reach a conclusion...

So “pretty words” 
though they may often be, 
There is a bit more to this thing...

Poetry.

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:12 pm

OCDemons

An O for the things that I just can’t let go 
And maybe it’s not even the same things as last week,
But there all the same, 
Ground into my head 
As though they were the only thoughts that ever mattered
Sacred and necessary 
Though likely invisible or nonexistent
just a few days ago 
And maybe tucked 
back into the void 
In just a few more 

But I suppose it’s better than time spent 
Wondering 
What a head-on collision would be like 
Or how it might feel 
To put knife through bone 

It’s dangerous 
Inside my head sometimes 

C for the things that I just can’t not do 
Always look right when crossing a bridge 
Wear just enough purple 
Get the numbers right 
Watch the color patterns 
Check and check and check again 

I tell myself I do these things  
To clear a clouded head 
Unfortunately 
Seems to do 
The opposite instead 

D for the disorder in my head 
Brought on by 
A record on repeat all day, 
A ridiculous collection of 
unbreakable rules 
And the “honestly, 
what would REALLY happen?” 
Thoughts that make me feel insane 
The static buzz inside my brain 

So I 
Read it away. 
Write it away. 
Breathe it away. 
(Over)Think. It. Away. 
To Hell with you demons. 
Go plague someone else today. 

Oh...and see you in a little bit. 
😉😑

Innasense

2020-09-13 09:10 pm

Static 

Filled up with all that I can’t seem to say 
Brain buzzing 
...Static...
Like the constant angry drone of so many bees

Short-circuiting and electrified 
Monological trappings trapped inside 
An open book 
With nothing to hide 
But still the words won’t come alive 
...All I hear is static...

Chest compressed 
and short of breath 
static, Static, STATIC

Word obsessed, 
Linguistically repressed, 
Time-limited and hard-pressed 
Leaving me languid and distressed 
...Static...

Thoughts hellbent on sweet release
Chasing words and losing sleep 
Those just-right lyrics are buried deep
Underneath the static 

Ripping at my throat 
Itching in my fingers 
Insides aching
Quivering, quaking 
All this FUCKING static 
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Frenzy fading 

Thoughts relocating 

Words spilled out 

Conscious creating 

A state of nirvana elevating 

And all I feel is


Silence