Storms behind his Eyes
Pakaveli-verse 1
Ta2- Verse 2 & 3
The Schizophrenic
The sweet summery sweat drips off the distilled face
With grace he laughs, yet the laugh disappears with haste
The inner demons strike matches and barbecue his brain
One kebab 2, the world goes plain blank & carpeted by pain
Pain that pains the mundane, agitated he laughs aloud to attain
Some pleasure or peace yet thunderous storms near their reach
Like a leech the agony sucks rapidly defending not all but each
The tiny scratches you feel are the demons raving and scathing
Go confess, but the church isn’t all saving in sins their bathing
Hypocritical sights contradict my faith please believe I believed
In the silk sleeved statue of a deity who never actually breathed
For breakfast we hailed Miss. Mary and for dinner Mr. Lord
Then we were shipped abroad like boxed objects with boards
Rat a tat tat…the fat cat slept on the great big burgundy mat
Slipped in the gutter only for us way to heat up is too burn fat
For eons he was bestowed with riches but now he lay bare
Oblivious of the stairs that carried up 1 woman’s stare
He doesn’t care so he burns with the sun in the skies
Non-existent power, yet fear the storm behind his eyes
"Baptize me in Flames"
The projector flashed a sequence of slide shows displaying a violent image
as the fires of hell scorched and torched concealed beneath his skull.
The final leaf of the withered tree tumbled, a sign of silent vintage
as he was sent to war with only a sword and a zeal so very dull.
Squeals of gulls roared over his immense ocean of thoughts.
They savagely ravaged, consuming his ideas as the innocent tread.
His life, a story or book, with absolutely no notion or plot
yet as the pages turn he was soon to find his benevolence dead.
A prevalence head was a pot bubbling, waiting to explode
as the clouds clustered his brain, emitting thunderous crashes.
Swept into the tide, his particles of patience began to erode
His eyes glowing from lightning strikes, shining with wonderful flashes.
His heart settled under the ashes which were once a burning flame
as the bright light in the distance began to fade and dim
and locusts of frustration swarmed him as they buzzed a yearning claim
over his body. He could feel a wicked soul made inside of him
"I see him burn"
I had witnessed this man break down today, as he internally combust
and there was nothing to do except to watch it, no way to stop it.
The storm behind his eyes was the only connection between us
for, the rain of the storm behind my eyes formed a tear
................................................an d leaked through my optic
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. Thanks for the feed, and i was going for a bit of a poetic approach, and really trying to focus on elevating my abstract writing, so it was a bit new to me, but im getting better at it..
