Screaming (pt.1?)

[Luzifer]

This is COMPLETE free verse, no lines were turned down none were thought about for more the five seconds. I'm trying just to put my emotions at the time on paper and if you can follow it... you are amazing... still... I might write more of these if people like it...

Oh I am floating cross the ocean of the spinning little rhymes

Taking everything that is kept within the silent cry lines

Of poets are laughing of the poets who are dead

As moonlight comes out crashing, crashing out my head

In blob of rage, of sorrow of something I’ll explain

Of the people who could understand if they could only speak in pain

Of the black fog heading round the bend of someone who is numb

And I know I could be everything if I could just be dumb

And somewhere in the valley is a topographic lake

Of everything you thought you are, of everything that’s fake

Collided stars crash and burn and fall into my eye

Burning themselves out until they know they can lie

Asleep beneath the diamond sky with one hand in their chest

The other disappearing into smokyness of rest

And As I laugh into the night which is crawling through the blinds

All the things I thought I feared are coming from behind

And keep skipping all you sailors who are skipping to your seas

For I will not triumph over all these falling trees

I could be somebody if I could just pretend

That everything I want to be is just another end

Where severed hands and vertebrate are mixing in my soul

Crushed between the numbers of the latest greatest poll

And If I could be someone I would not be one like you

With your dancing tambourine that proclaims what is true

And the angst you keep inside a box is flowing through the slit

Which is in the clouds as the politician takes his writ

Across the vale of oceans, across demonic menagerie

With the soul of some young man who was pretending to be

Some hero from the past who was the hero of the land

The land beneath the waves beneath the seaweed and the hand

Of all the gods that sing in tune and aim at people’s hearts

Vying for damnable custody which they divvy up in parts

While the crustacean carolers are crying to be free

From the land-locked lavender fields where you can see

The bones of some ideal sprouting from the ground

In every grass blade every tree which slowly then resounds

From the flowers like the sonic blast of a single child’s birth

Flowing like the juices which flow back into the earth

Where they are hidden from the septic tanks deep beneath the shore

Of the place I most desire where I will dance no more

Though I dream of it constantly where everything is gray

And everything is beautiful with the colors of the day

With a sun the begets mountains from a land that don’t exist

With a man silently sliced other people’s wrist

Who cry not for dead tomorrows but for living breath dreams

Which hold not the sobbing lotus which glistens in the beams

Of a angelic light I do not see I do not have I do not need

And deep beneath its roots it give a light to the seed

Which does not matter does not cry as it bends beneath the waves

Of somebodies spasms as their tears beg to be brave

I can feel there sorrow as it passes through my spine

Pulsing up by umbilical to my mother who does pine

For all the feelings she could give unto me and unto god

Who she buried with he innocence down beneath the sod

Of a field that she was planting with the bulbs of the plants

That would one day grow to be a thousand sycophants

But I can not hear them though they drown me beneath the screen

Of electric turning lamplight and I usher out a scream

“Oh god I’m drowning god I’m drowning I am crying for the arms

of the some young mother who is singing with all her charms

for nothing and for everything” as I fall beneath the brink

of the surface of the shadow of the darkness in to the sink

where flowing going rowing down the drain and to the pipes

where a thousand fruits are rotten and another three are ripe

then finally being swept out, back out to the sea

where the orchids and the dolphins are choking on the free-

flowing mucus that is coming from the silt and from the sun

sickening as sticky sifting through the rum

which makes the water makes the river makes the place where you can wait

for you answer for you question for your only destined fate

So now my lungs are empty and my saliva fades away

And for today and for today my voice it dies away

[Kaname Shikara]

It's hard to believe this was written so long ago. It's actually very easy to follow and very sad too. I've never seen anything like this and I'd say it's one of the best on here and I mean it too. All I'm left to say is Wow. Very very amazing. o.o