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Cataract Blindness

My memories scratch at the surface of my cortex
where I keep all my core texts,
foreign words that hurled themselves
from neighboring mouths to curl around
the south end of my brain stem and surge forward
towards the open-heart part of my lurid self.

I am a manifestation of helplessness,
formed from the hands of a selfish God
who wanted to share His thoughts
with a daughter already drowning.
But all my Father succeeded in was seeding me
with violent chemical reactions and
a resounding pain that thundered through
my veins, crashing against the endings of my nerves
like a careless parade.

It was a dismal sort of gift when pictured
with the image of His shifting love
which was the only other offer He ever made.

(Aside from the shallow grave He dug
and gave to me.)

I hate to be ungrateful but every time I wake
my dreams fade from me,
fantastically etching out hollow pockets
of grey matter until my mind unwinds
and my delusions replace me.
Suddenly I'm not in my own flesh
and my Knight in Shining Armor is
John Wayne (Gacy).

Am I supposed to keep my mouth shut?
Should the crust of my lips never touch
my pealing screams
or break the rust that seams me
into the rustling of my sleep?

I trust He sees my sweat
and the muscles of my back as they tense
when this night-place sends me love notes
to shade my eyes and shave my senses.
And yet,
He never comes to my defense;
He never stills my pulse or cools my blood.

I think that's the difference between
Faith and Love.

by PrettyOdd
posted on 12/08/2010

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Comments: 8

Comment by thestutteringbandit: Jun 7, 2013 12:40 pm
Grrrr.......there should be a "you'd" in there...I do believe I was all thumbs that day.
Comment by thestutteringbandit: May 24, 2013 11:11 pm
Oh how I wish you could wake tomorow and post more writing, anything really. This was such an impeccable piece. ****.

Vote!
Comment by ToWritePoetryOnHerArms: Jan 17, 2013 6:36 pm
Beautiful.
Comment by monkeyboy: Dec 19, 2010 7:35 pm
"I trust He sees my sweat
and the muscles of my back as they tense
when this night-place sends me love notes
to shade my eyes and shave my senses.
And yet,
He never comes to my defense;
He never stills my pulse or cools my blood."

I just made a mess in my pants.

But the rhyme schemes aside (you make me want to write), it's nice to hear people saying thinks you are trying to stop thinking.
Love wants so hard to be blind, but seldom is. Faith has to be.

If there is any justice in the world: one day people will bid on your used pens, on Ebay.
Comment by Luisa: Dec 11, 2010 2:28 pm
this was great, loved the ending line. good job
Comment by Atavist: Dec 11, 2010 3:17 am
unable to render a lucid comment that is worthy of mentioning this.so...wow!

I hate to be ungrateful but every time I wake
my dreams fade from me,
fantastically etching out hollow pockets
of grey matter until my mind unwinds
and my delusions replace me.

yep.wow!
Comment by Dayani: Dec 10, 2010 11:20 pm
My poor mind cannot handle this much brilliance.
I am in awe.
SilentWords quoted my favourite part, so I won't write it out again, but yeah.
Amazing.
Comment by SilentWords: Dec 8, 2010 2:55 pm
I am a manifestation of helplessness,
formed from the hands of a selfish God
who wanted to share his thoughts
with a daughter already drowning.

You are like a spoken word poetry machine! This is brilliant and it really really is so nice to see a poem with so much thought put into it. I love it!

Oh, and the ending, perfect!

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