Down I Glance

An illusionist conjuring. Breaking through the block.
Poet.
Or not.
Something.
"Just dislikes to talk."

Searching within widely.
Filtering with precision.
(Recoiling absentmindedly.
So comes the silent dismissal)

Thought it had 4 legs, but now there are none.
Thought it creeped but rather it slithers.

With grotesque movements of it's tongue
That relish and blunder in whispers.

Packing a story devoid.
Unable to capture and hold.
Unwilling in words.
And dying to be heard.
But it's silent.
Oh, rapping deafly near the door, child
But you're not there
You're not there anymore.

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

it's not a suggestion but a subconscious observation
I saw the word "always" in the last line

there's been a shift and a debate or two about
whether this thing called inspiration
is a beast; legs, no legs, two backs, no spine
doesn't really matter to me
we fell apart they they put the responsibility
on individual human consciousness

but you go beyond writer's block with this
I hear that repulsion of the voice
to a blank society that wouldn't know it was a page
if you put it in a room full of mirrors and ink

I feel that submissive stance you take
to a teacher with no interest in one who thinks, to speak

but there is a day when you talk to your oppressor
with a can of spray paint and a jazz band

I probly shouldn't drink rum and listen to ice cream for crow while I review, lol

[zainul]

Wonderful work.
Enjoyed it.

[Poetic Beauty]

Ahh this .pie e reminds me of lies and rumors. No matter the form they are always untrue and hurtful.

[Poetic Beauty]

Opps piece

[Jazmen]

interesting take. thanks for your review.

[Poetic Beauty]

I think e everyone will.have their own idea on this piece

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I saw a yoga teacher doing interpretive karate on top of a volcano

[JohnnyMagrinho]

I saw that cat from the stealth cat video sneaking up on the human centipede while a baby was left clawing at a carpet for a lost rattle.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

are you sure ur not american? cause I swear I saw this on the colbert report

[JohnnyMagrinho]

What the f**k is the Colbert report?

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

nice try...lol

[JohnnyMagrinho]

I'm gonna start watching that show if babies are scratching at the carpet like crack addicts and cats are flirting with human centipedes. F**k.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

well duh..i tried to tell you

[JohnnyMagrinho]

Or... failing that, we could make a film which has all of that stuff in it... and it would be like a documentary, not a made up make-believe fantasy piece... IDEA.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

WORD...but the real q is..do you belief in Zen? I slice the shadow of what's his name's eye in retrospect

[Jazmen]

you two are my new favorites. ALSO whatever you're talking about is making me feel nauseous. "babies are scratching at the carpet like crack addicts and cats are flirting with human centipedes."??! f****n' a. All I can imagine the visual to be is a flashing screen of disturbing images a dubbed fucked up sounds and noises and strobe light between quick-zoom-in shots of a cracked out baby eyes and the most disgusting 6 foot tall centipede and its ugly human traits getting aroused for a hideous cat with a cartoon-porno twist mixed with the likeness of Ren and Stimpy. my god, stop the madness!
And is this one of those "weird videos" you speak of, man? Just got your message 5 minutes ago. "Hey do you like to watch weird videos?" hahaha. ah. yeah, I do, on occasion.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

well..we have already discussed making one together..so far all I have is his mind and my video editing ideas and skills..either you have to come to the UK or I have to drag him to the west coast..it's a win either way...I'm sending you a video/song after this f*g, love

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I may frame edit a montage of ren/stimpy to the song of your choice tomorrow after my meeting...do you like "salad fingers"?

[JohnnyMagrinho]

The human centipede is actually more literal than you're probably assuming. It's three people attached together a*s-to-mouth. Based on the film. So the rectal tract is connected via throats. I.e. the person who eats s***s through the throats of the other two. There is cause for concern in terms of infection and the psychological ramifications of it all, but it's probably on par with a baby being allowed to do crack to the point where it's uncalcified finger tips are chaffing away at floorboards.

There's definite talk of a collaboration of ideas and it should probably be realised, more than we ourselves would like to admit. But we shall have to see what the future brings.

I'm feeling slightly less drunk today as I've helped my dad out with the garage and throwing unwanting s**t in the tip (or dump) and I'm not sure if I'm liking the apparent blast of sobriety. I'll be playing table tennis in the next half hour too, so f**k me, I'm either going to get absolutely fucked off my tits later, or stay sober as a judge. Either way I'd hazard a guess at something being written come the end of the day.

I want to nauseate you. I want you all to have that disgusting taste of burnt sugar in the back of your throat. I want your skin to feel like the slime off the back of rotting fish. I want you to vomit inside your mouth but have to swallow it out of some kind of respect to those eldery people, all huddled up in the cold to watch you suffer. Like it was part of their morning gossip circle. I want you to be uncomfortable, from whatever I write.

I will respond to your review and comment on my review of your poem later, Jazmen, and Lefty, we shall talk later, Sir.

Peace be with all.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

IDK, I kinda like taking people out of their comfort zones a lil more subtly
and Johnny is all talk, in terms of bad a*s horror talk, btw..he's playing ping pong, er table tennis or w/e the hell they're calling it

[JohnnyMagrinho]

Table tennis. I just tried so many top spin smashes. About a third of them went in and they were unreturnable. The others went long and I lost games because of it. But it was good to not be drunk for a change. I think I like this sober thing.

Dunno how long it'll last as tonight we are all having a games night on consoles with whisky and cider. And maybe some wine. My mate is cooking spaghetti bolognese. He's a real life chef, too, so it should be f*****g good.

Just went to the supermarket I was rejected by - them saying I am not qualified enough for the position even though I worked there for 5 years in that exact role. Haha. It's a f*****g shithole. Love it. And I earnt £400 in 7 hours work last week, so you know, I wouldn't have got that wage there. Bittersweet justice. Just the way I like it.

I may be all talk but I'll write you into a coma. Or, at least, make your balls sweat a bit and give your tastebuds something the think about the next time you go to MacDonalds.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

word..I'd say more but I have an actual important meeting..I can't remember the last time something important was scheduled

[Wondering Mind]

dark and cryptic, images that make the mind glance down to no-where-ness

[D.Evert]

Very nice poem.