Psycho Babble: A Gothic Poe-m

Mar 15, 2008 - 04:46 AM PST

(c) October 30, 2007

The world is at its end
It's on its perch barely breathing
It soffocates from the
Fumes that consume it.

Many hearts beat quickly and faintly
As many disappear into the lackluster
Droves and droves disappear
As they situate themselves to avoid the rapid fire.

The world it waits for others to return to bring back
The joy or the mortal memories they are left with.
Other collectives lay stale and waiting
For life to kick them in their asses.

Waiting for reality to set in
Or disappear from their hearts forever.
The earth waits while it turns
As bodies fall from the sky and crash

All that we know exists in solidarity
Creation only meant to falter and ashen
As homosapiens create more hearts
To thrash and destroy.

Their smiles hide the deep regret
In bringing more bodies to the bags
They kiss and nuture them
Only in hopes to promises a better tomorrow

Their rosey cheeks are yet to know the
Harsh reality in the sands and seas.
They blow bubbles and coo at the lights and sounds of life
Glistening with the promise of a lifetime that can only be cut short.

By the climactic degeneration of the individual's
Right to choose or right to any other privelidge implied
The deafening and dumbing down of society
Can only bring the utmost zombification

Of the heavy but still disheartening of hearts.
Seeking the answers in a page
They travel from book to story to article of information
In search for the ultimate answers.

(I seek it.) They can't find it.
The answers lie deep in the caves of unreality.
There is no other explanation for its lacking availability
Hearts cannot see what is so deeply buried

In the sinews of their minds.
Sinews that are twisted and braided
In the jungles of their thoughts, an undiscovered
Secret treasure unscathed by humans.

The Holy Grail of the world's answers to eternal staganation
Finding it makes them believe it will
Save them from the perpetual motions of everyday life
Although it would only lead to death.

On and on they keep existing only to find nothing
But a home in their earthly comforts
Things they don't need
Things that only buy temporary fullfillment.

Hatred we seek.
Love we seek.
Hatred they live by.
Love they perish by.

Emotions are the means by which they perish
Loss, acceptance, grief: A crash course in a Maslowan life.
They lead as heads turn and tables roll.
The confusion surmounts

As people fall in and all over each other, tripping on the way
And at an instant of weakness: vultures come out for the feed
Money is thrown in the air
To further motivate the parasites and the virtual pirates.

Stealing and heartbreaking fuels the infinite need.
Glazed eyes watch as the feast of the monsters and demons
Makes hearts shatter and deconstruct
To fit the bill.

They sleep to keep forgetting the turmoil that awaits them
They who cannot relate to the hallow "we."
They who separate themselves from societal bliss
That can only exist as "we" melt into pools of nothingness.

If they accept this obvious death bargain
Not only will they become part of the "we."
They would only have to trade "life" for "death."
Although it is the most dishonorable of deaths.

The death of one's self
The death of you, me and I
The death of heart
And the death of "they."

Becoming one with the cooperative collective
Life stops and death begins.
The way of death becomes our new life.
No need to garnish our curiousity.

We just consume our pork chops
As babies suckle their mother's tit
We no longer live by life's every zeal
Death by normalcy.