This poem was written to reflect that part of our nature that is so hidden away, so volatile, so soul destroying that we can only hide from it – and deny that it lives within us. Stalin, Pol Pot, Ho Chi Mihn, Hitler,….. These men did not kill millions of people. No man could do that. We,… did that. If we ignore this nature then it will chase us in our dreams.
I wrote this long ago but only recently added my recorded voice to it. I chose to present it as a dream, and I think that it works – somewhat…. I hope that you will enjoy my small effort here… Thank you for visiting
Edge of Unspoken Dream
It lives. Just beyond the face of normal.
Everyone denies it.
Everyone decries it.
Choosing to live in a dream.
But it lives.
Breathing the dust of darkest corners
Bleeding the lust of Hell’s mourners
Whispers of death on a moon beam.
A fly in the butcher’s case
Blood stained marrow on glass
Havoc hides in the deep crevasse
Of a child’s curdled scream.
Slice it thick
you fucking dick
or I’ll kill you where you stand.
I beg your pardon, Ma’am?
“We’ll have the leg of lamb.”
It lives in a crack of time
where dreams begin to end
where your closet shadows bend
And the covers can’t hide your soul.
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