when numbness is the norm…

when numbness is the norm

no knee jerk
reaction
from the dead
just
a calm silence
an
awareness
of
reality
not
seen
by the living
who
play
spin-the-bottle
with
fate
as if
a kiss
from death
is
as sweet
as
the one
from
their first lover

polar opposite reality…

no need
to leave
the comfort
of your home
to watch
the polar ice cap
cascade into the sea
we’ve installed
webcams
and
to make
it
even more
interesting
we’ve placed them
on
polar bears
which
as you know
will be swimming
for their lives
as the ice melts
this should produce
a high level
of drama
necessary
for
the ratings war
and
add
a bit of
that
christian and lions flavor
to their demise
so settle back
in your cush chair
pour a glass of wine
or
beer if you choose
and
watch
oh
remember to lift
your feet
as we
are expecting
rather high tides
in
kansas

a fading portrait…

copyright cwmartin 2012

your promises
bleached
by time
blend into
the borders
of eternity
invisible
against
the frame
of reality
casting
no shadows
nor imprints
of our past
as if
as is
it
never
was

dark chapters #7…

i have been wondering
when you would realize
that these chapters
have no end
for they are written
with a pen flowing
with the hatred in human blood
blood graffiti
marring the streets
of
syria
libya
israel
and
every inhabited space
on this planet
there is no
angel of death
there is no
need
for one
when men are
so true
to satanic tenets
as they
have always been
blind to the reality
that they are
satan
and
i
am merely
their excuse
and so it was
on the seventh day
of satan

die laughing…

Point-Counter Point Challenge:  For those of you have been following the challenges between Jade and I, you are aware that several challenges have taken place over the course of the last few months.  This time, the challenge was to be initiated by me and I decided to change the rules a little…well a lot.  Here’s how it works this time.  Each poet provides the other poet with  five quotations that must be addressed from the opposite point of view as the original quote.  So here we go…here is the first quote that Jade provided to me:  “If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.” Oscar Wilde

die laughing…

the thin veneer
of laughter
disguised the crowds intent
for before this day
would be done
the poison of hatred
would pierce their skins
and flow like
quicksilver
into their veins
and they would
be transformed
into a mob
a serpent without a head
no logic nor reason
nor sense of right or wrong
just the urge to kill
to rise up against
the humor of reality
and grasp the throat
of truth
until its breath
is no more
and the deed
of murder
would be done
and truth
would have died
laughing

this dream…

is not your reality
but it is reality
i am a jaguar
moving through the jungle
of your consciousness
i am a shaman
healing the pain
within your heart
with herbs long forgot
by those
who cut the heart from the palm
and tossed it into the sky
creating the moon
the dust from its flight
formed the stars
in the night sky
my breath
created the night breeze
that gave flight
to the owl
that grasped within
its claws
the last fragment
of hope
that man
would save
this river
and the lives
along its shores
with the same mercy
shown to him
by the gods
themselves

vermont avenue bar and grill…

honey
have you lost your mind
or something
this ain’t no place
for a pretty little thang
like you
did you come in here
  to drown your sorrows
  someone break your heart
well child
the only thing
you’re gonna find in here
is the hard taste of reality
look around you
yes i know
it’s dark in here
so let me point out a few things
see over there in the dark corner of truth
the one without legs
that’s mr. posttraumatic stress disorder himself
and he ain’t talking on no iphone
he’s talking to a dead man
his best high school friend
seems they went to‘nam together
and one of those bamboo trap things
took off most of his friend’s head
fellow died in his arms
been drinking hard ever since
and i hear he does a little weed on the side
but you wouldn’t know ’bout things like that
now would hon’
want a mint
over there is jamal
filling the air
with his acidic breath
was a die-hard liberal
note i said
was
two weeks ago
skin heads on your hilltop campus
beat the shit out of him
now all he talks about
is jihad against the man
see the old fart at the bar
nursing his whiskey
like recalling a lover’s kiss
that’s
the sergeant major
we call him that cuz’
he’s always talking ’bout
the war across the pond
to end all wars
actually honey
all he did was peel potatoes
and do latrine duty
i could go on
but i got to get to work
i’m the entertainment
see the pole over there
so
unless you want to join me
i would suggest that you walk into the light
stare into the bright sunshine of ignorance
and follow the preprogrammed voice of the church
and get your sorry little ass out of here
cuz you ain’t ready for the truth