The Great Pre[da]tende[to]r

The Great Pre[da]tende[to]r

  Mouths           open               but

  —                                             —

   from yours    spill out     black tars

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       yo u r s a l l t o o w i l l i n g ly

CRASH

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        always        off       tongue        powerful          cold   —a s    h i

would                       your                               and                   n    g

                    l i k e   w a v e s   a g a i n s t   m e   a s

                                             I

                                          stand

                                     there helpless

                                at the podium you set.

                                            I

                                                       felt

                                   like

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                              or                              up

                                 s w a l       l o w e d 

                  by your                                     ocean

                                       of poison

                                             .

      But then 

                  I

                             .    remembered

 .               you were 

                                 .                   talking from

                                                                bellow.

                                shot        

Beneath me          your          

             You     fire                . 

Why should I fall when not even your pathetic spittle reach me?

Tre[m]ble Clef

Please stop singing.

You don’t even realize it don’t you?     n

     That your insipid laugh ring like   k    i

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       flat and sharp

                       t r i l l i n g

shouting

     forte

                forte

                            forte!

and breaks in infuriating 

                sta [.] cat [.] to [.]

                               When you talk it’s worse.

      The ground shakes,

The skies darken

               at the sound of your voice.

Then you sound off in broken record manner in sudden elegy 

     I promise

        I promise

             I promise

And back to your honeyed vivace

        of I’s and watered gardens.

I’d rather be swallowed up in silence than be in the surround sound of your noise.

Heart Strings

Everyday you wake up with webs in your eyes

and strings on your appendages.

You move and move

spin and spin

and add yet strands and strands

until you’re caught

in a multicolored tangle

that at times you let them

reach your neck

tightening

tighter

tighter

tighter

until all you can hear is that faint

Lub

… then the countdown to nothing begins

and you’re plunged in a state of numbing

e m p t i n e s s

and all of you is scattered.

But in that ground zero state,

instinct kicks in

forcing you to release your restraint,

walls collapse

strings unwind

and everything rushes back

you are you again

whole

as you don’t really have a choice

at something deemed involuntary

…Dub

And the cycle starts over

Lub-dub, Lub-dub, Lub-dub

Everyday is a battle of pressures,

forces,

gravity,

fought by a fist-sized muscle

willingly,

without second thought.

For a small organ,

always fighting for you,

why keep giving it a reason to stop it’s beat?

Fugue

      B l u r

                             s P i N

 A loud chorus of SCREECHES

and skids

and horns

and YELLS

ring in your ears, 

pulling you back to awareness

… you are in the middle of a road.

Red-faced you run to the sidewalk 

with the sound of tsks, 

disapprovals,

curses,

derogations,

drown in white noise to your ears

s/t/a/t/i/c

your thoughts all too demanding

too loud

to receive your attention with just but one

- one simple question.

What were you doing there?

And I answer quite panickingly,

I don’t know.

I don’t know, I don’t remember.

Then you don’ even realize that once again,

your feet quickly walks.

Where are you going?

And again you can’t answer.

I don’t know.

Like a bad dream, 

every face you see is unfamiliar

menacing

horrid

A sound louder than your screaming thoughts dominate over you

Loud enough to be called embarrassing, your heart almost leaps out of your chest

as your breath tries to catch up

                              B l u r

                             s P i N

You stop.

As you close your eyes,

willing to wake up from this nightmare

you are suddenly wrapped in silence

in the quiescence of your mind

you open your eyes and see the truth

see it all too clearly.

You were trying to escape.

And you did so all too blindly.

And it almost caused your demise.

Then suddenly, everything seemed familiar once more.

Eventually,

slowly,

you start to walk back.

Mercurial Whiplash

Wayfaring cushioned slides

never-ending descent,

sudden stop mid-fall

as the sanded glass reverses

confusion sets

and you are liquid silver,

mercury

yanked up

as sparks fling from all sides

a phoenix-like spirit thriving on heat

on passion

on fire

no

Icarus' incarnation chasing sun to his demise

no

a phoenix-like spirit thriving on sun lands

yes

Icarus' incarnation, wings consumed on heat

on passion

on fire

yes

A coin toss

a thread of fate

reality

you are silvered liquid

dragged down

Khione-possessed, A goddess,

a nymph,

a drop of snow,

you thrive on ice,

on placidness,

on still beauty,

no

Jack's shadow, heart encased in icicles

trapped under ice

immobile

numb

no

Khione inside a palace of ice in sleep

yes

Frost thriving on ice

on placidness,

on still beauty

yes

You are silvered liquid.

Fate changing

climb

drop

climb

drop

defy

follow

gravity.

What choice is there?

A[way]ke

            sheep                sheep                sheep

sheep               sheep               sheep                 sheep

                                                                                   sleep.

                        S     L    E    E      P

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                             [[ WAKE ]]

                        
                                 W A K E

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                               [[SLEEP]]

Inside the land that borders sleep and wake

lost in myriads of stimuli,

tug and pull, tug and pull

where do you go?

Where do you cross?

Your once differentiated borders,

now almost symmetrical,

almost mirroring,

colliding,

crossing,

juxtaposing,

that you dream to live

you wake dead to the world.

You count sheep to escape

being counted as sheep.

Having crossed backwards to either borderlines,

could you still differentiate?

Or has your backward-crossing

altered you at 360

that you are lost in your mistaken orientation?

Twisted perception,

almost overriding objective sensation,

what you see,

you don’t get,

not really.

You are found twisting,

and turning,

restless,

fitful.

Asleep? or Awake?

Reality-crossing dream,

Dream-crossing reality…

but both won’t seem to blend,

where do you latch on to?