A collection of poems.
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A collection of poems.
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ISBN-13: | 9781496941398 |
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Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
Publication date: | 10/24/2014 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 314 |
File size: | 554 KB |
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The Skin of Trees
Volume II
By C.A.D.
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2014 C.A.D.All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4969-4138-1
CHAPTER 1
Mad As Napoleon
Haunted by delusions.
Victim of persecution.
Did you poison my dinner?
You made the meal,
What is in there? ...
I must admit I'm a coward.
Scared of it all.
Like death camp showers ...
Decomposing little strands
Of synapses.
Composing battle plans
While collapsing ...
Mad as Napoleon.
I light up like neon
When I see you.
How are my thoughts?
Way past due?
I seek what I have sought ...
Courage and intelligence.
I climbed the fence,
So no one gets in.
Madness Of Montezuma
She mended for me
A quilt of madness.
Undercover, inconspicuous,
And, soft in sadness ...
Sometimes a chill Weak and weary Invades my will
To speak.
A tongue so heavy ...
Words liquefy
When I cry.
And you come undone.
You know me.
I am the chosen one. So ugly on the outside
I have to reconcile
Heritage on the inside ...
Little specks
Of the
Little Aztec.
To the people of my birth,
I am rich in the ways of what's worth ...
In the madness of Montezuma ...
This is where I'll ruin ya.
Madness Breath of Sin
Lust in a bottle.
That's what you are.
Lust full throttle.
An engine without a car ...
Your penile denial.
I couldn't quite trust you.
My emotions on trial.
I couldn't see the just in you ...
Love.
A chemical reaction,
Destroyed in a heartbeat.
A loyal distraction.
Ashes fall to my feet ...
And, as I'm sweeping up the ashes,
A stranger looks in.
Creeping in the masses.
Madness.
Breath of sin.
Maestro Of Metaphors
A lacrimosa so desperately needed.
If I die, don't you cry,
It was for this that I so earnestly pleaded.
See you later.
No goodbye ...
Maestro of metaphors
It's what I proclaim to be.
The inner wars
Have taken over me ...
Incoherently
Destiny has appointed me
The great martyr of jealousy.
All ye minions, follow me ...
In golden rags, a leper no more.
The days are glorious.
I have no more sores.
I will be victorious! ...
Pilate, wash your face and hands
In the river crawling with blood.
You are high in demand.
We'll crucify you in the mud.
Making A Killing
The dirty streets Filled with blood. And rotten
meat Dipped in mud. There's no retreat ...
I killed once, maybe twice,
An ounce of truth
Between the lies
Of an inconspicuous tooth.
I'm a master mind ...
Sodomy is the ritual In this unholy town.
The meaning is virtual,
Everybody wears a crown
Of thorns. It's habitual ...
Hate me.
I beg of you.
Kill me once or twice.
Don't think it through,
Just do it to be nice.
I hope your aim is true ...
And, as I hang on death,
My last final breath,
My industry
Was poetry.
Now posthumous,
None the less,
Infamous.
Man Made Disease
To undo
What can't be undone.
What to do?
Run rabbit run ...
A man made disease
Inflicted on myself.
Can't get no relief.
O God!
What did I do to myself? ...
Mad cow
And chicken pox.
Somehow
I've broken the locks ...
Disease-free ability
Shocks me down below.
A worn out family
Is what I bestow ...
A gesture of elegance.
You come to me.
No more negligence.
Have you healed me?
Manifestation
Schizophrenia elates the poet.
Things only I can see,
And relay to show it
In the words you read ...
Hallucinations and delusions
Manifest themselves at my weakest.
Demon voices and illusions
Concentrate on
Hell ... a weakness ...
I bring myself down
When smiling is a chore.
My infamous frown
From an internal war ...
They give me an allowance,
Only so much paranoia a year.
But, this I have to renounce,
For it comes whenever they're near.
Married To My Thoughts
I get this crazy idea
To share a life with you.
That's all it is, an idea.,
No commitments to go through ...
For I am married to my thoughts,
My poems, my prose,
My little suicidal thoughts,
To choke on I suppose ...
I'm sinking in a disabled abyss.
So dark.
No hand to catch me.
So, it's come down to this.
I never thought, even in my fantasies ...
I can't do it anymore.
My mind is broken.
A crack here.
A crack there.
My little mind sores,
Underneath thinning hair ...
I'm in love with a serpent's affairs.
The logic tucked between my knees.
There is nothing there,
But a slight, cool breeze ...
An immaculate
Penis ejaculate.
Something I will never get.
And, just like that ... you forget.
Martyrdom And Ecstasy
A little bit of me
Goes a long way.
Martyrdom and ecstasy.
Everything's the same ...
I do not practice heresy
On a daily basis,
For it takes too much from me,
And I have to cover my bases ...
Your lips once spoke
What I thought was true
Those lips that spoke,
Lies that broke on through ...
Gullible and naive.
A child in need.
I believed it all.
You're the reason I fall
Sometimes ...
A low self-esteem.
You lowered it even more.
You were spiteful.
Mean.
I'm done with this war.
Masochist
He's in my head.
Just digging into the core of my mind.
One week he's dead,
The next, I implore to find ...
I'm a masochist I think.
Always thirsty for that physical pain.
Balancing on a whirlwind's brink,
And the twisted fibers of my brain ...
Serve me a silver plate of doubt.
A tender delicacy.
These things I can do without.
Yet, there's a need to be ...
Always wished for physical harm.
Why?
Because it heals faster.
With emotional hurt, there is no warmth.
Smack me again and again with the alabaster.
Master Plan
When all else fails,
We've no backup plan.
Sit back and inhale
What I can't understand ...
Falling backwards
We grip the cliff,
And pull ourselves upwards,
And ponder what we've missed ...
I know not reality.
I've suffered the demons ...
My self-inflicted
Unrestricted Suicide.
In between my words I hide ...
Catch me if you can
Before I fall too deep.
For I have the master plan
I alone shall keep.
Me And The Monster
Sifting through the embers of desire,
Lust is a sin after all,
I hit a live spark, up rises a fire.
Therein laughter calls ...
The Caesars conquered many
In ancient times,
As mental illness keeps me company
With an ancient mind ...
Bedridden sores.
Paralyzed,
I won't heal.
Bitten by more.
Analyzed,
I conceal ...
The pain is strong.
But, I am stronger.
We just have to get along,
Me and the monster ...
Different strokes of my mind.
My world all black.
They all left me behind.
I won't be coming back.
Meals And Minds
I searched the gods
And the universe combined.
Out there is a plot,
For my verse to be undermined ...
Under tide, the fishes congregate,
Avoiding the fisherman's net.
I think it wise to not be on a plate
Where the fisherman hasn't eaten yet ...
But, lo, we starve.
A famine in our midst.
We hunger to carve
The meat so rich ...
Ring the bell.
Pavlov beckons you to drool.
Waiting for our meal,
He takes us for the fool ...
A Freudian complex.
In my mind's eye, a cigar.
A phallic wreck.
Put to bed the dream so far.
Melting In The Rain
A dream within a dream.
A paper cut on the mind.
And things we don't need,
So hard to leave behind ...
You've gone too far
To assume what is mine
And what is yours,
And what to leave behind ...
Silently sleeping,
Warm my bed with incest.
Secrets keeping
In my head warm with regret ...
Flames of desire instigate.
A new breed of want.
Names of the liars wait
For a new place to haunt ...
Look deep into my eyes.
See how shallow the pane.
You're too eager to realize,
All there is, is melting in the rain.
Memories
How much do
I have to write,
To get rid of you?
I'd love to call you, but we'd just fight,
Leaving me in the blues ...
So, in the black I harbor
A pen and paper in tow.
Memories make it harder
To just up and let you go ...
You played with my emotions.
One day you loved me, the next, not at all.
My heart troubled.
In a commotion.
One day
I felt so big, the next, way too small.
And, the secret convictions
You bought at the local apothecary
Left me imprisoned
On love's death row, awaiting to be buried ...
Alone, in eternal bliss.
Alone, in this world I guess.
There's a pocket of doubt
Filled with the devout.
Now and then
And back again.
My trust in you, unbearable,
Condemning me to hell on Earth.
I need a new soul.
Wearable.
A substitute from the one of my birth.
My pain, incurable.
Mental Pen
If there is beauty in this world, Please point it out to me,
For I am a lost little girl
Stuck in an ageless eternity ...
My angel soft
Lines my heart with peace.
I was caught
In the dark without release ...
I paid the piper to keep quiet,
So I could steal a breath of beauty.
Yet, my mind is in a riot.
The scent of death becomes my duty ...
These words pure from a mental pen.
My ex told me to let it go.
Try as I might the pen is broken
Broken like my frontal lobe ...
Electric shocks from the implant,
They nabbed me when I was young.
I want to write pretty, but I can't.
This pen is my mental tongue.
(Continues...)
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