Mind flowers: Poetry and problems E-Book

M. A. Mortén

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 56

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Stories to tell. Too much to think of. Poetry and problems. Poems by M. A. Mortén

Leseprobe

To my demons

I need to write you out of my body.

I need to sing you out of my mind.

I need to shout you out of my heart.

I need to detox you out of my soul.

I need you in my life.

Table of Contents

I.

Apparatus the flesh

Funnel of the soul

The strange changing life

The puzzle pieces of your heart

In disguise

Bloodlust of the flesh

Torn Apart

333 roads and 666 ways

Letter with no address

She

Remember some far dream

Down under

All love is equal

Dying in vein

Clarity

The tree of life

Chaos

Music therapy

II.

Dark Matter under the street lights

Music to my lyrics

Do that so I can see

Selfish

Heroes and villains

Angels can’t come to Hell

Can’t sprinkle that shit

Strength, power and good intentions

Saved by the bell

The door to the outside world

The necessary change

Fountain

Men are pigs

Creatures of the night

Shining soft heart

” loves me, not”

One of those songs

III.

Human Experience

Conclusion is confusion

Good morning

Group frog

Game over, restart?

Perfection

Lizard

Separate

Ridiculed

Temporal time and place shift

Suddenly

Journey

Stink

Sensei

Circle

IV.

Deus Ex Machina

They

Paused life

Poison lips

Death club

Hand that holds the Earth

Original junk

We are spiraling

Mastermind of your own destruction

Lovesick

I see dead people

Eight, nine, ten

I heard you sing

Oh no

It can’t rain all the time

Dust because of Silence

Fires burn again

V.

Warriors of the Night

Fucking thieves

Horror picture

Passenger

Flying above the city

Old friends and Devils

Soul fever

Survival

First thing in the afterlife

Whirlpool

Shadows under the tree

Home

My Kryptonite

Theo ne that killed the dinosaurs

Don’t spend the night

Don’t use power just because you can

Warning signs, slippery floors

Blue eyes at the night café

Abandon all hope ye who enter here

VI.

Wanted

Tourist at the Sea

Mute

Friends

No sweet without the salty

Madness in Hell

Fear of being

Levels

Take us to what you’ve always wanted to do

Wonderful zero

What I wanted lost and found

Fear of loneliness

That woman in the red dress

Summer rain

Red makes you hungry

Don’t call

Just want to feel it again

Let me see that God

When have we runned enough?

VII.

Mind flowers

Spinning top

Quick smile

Sunny girl

Hook and line

Lizard God

Lethal

Read all about it

Lost connections

Storage for my heart

Who do you fight for?

Loves’ fool 138-

Love lasts forever

Before it’s too late

I am sorry

Memorabilia

Time travel

The multidimensional beings

Dream about us

Keep flowing

Cure for sadness

Draw a circle and sit in the middle

Deadnames

Mauled heart

Mind flowers

MIND FLOWERS:

POETRY AND PROBLEMS

I. Apparatus the flesh

II. Dark Matter under the street lights

III. Human Experience

IV. Deus Ex Machina

V. Warriors of the Night

VI. Wanted

VII. Mind flowers

I

Apparatus the Flesh

Funnel of the soul

Before I started arguing with myself,

I saw this long lane,

that swung me,

between dimensions.

At the end,

after the storm,

white blanket,

disintegrated me into plasma.

I saw how DNA-mycelium quickly grew,

first into black matter,

then became the muscles,

eventually the human.

Around me,

bustles an infinite number of places.

Then it was dark like in a womb.

Nine months,

random flickers of lights.

Until I was out again.

Human figure is scrolling places,

from a holographic gallery.

Turns around and looks at me,

I realize that he’s me.

You’re me.

The strange changing life

Life is strange.

Game is set.

This is the thing.

Stuff must change.

As I said, life is strange.

I truly must change.

Even if it's hard shit.

Everyday I’m made, re-shaped, changed.

” Deny us and be doomed.”

Darkness doesn't scare us.

Should you know, it's the zombies.

Sad clones with the power to switch off.

You can't turn them all back on,

things always must change.

Life is strange,

angels surround me.

I'm string in between time.

Archer from the other side.

Sitting on the downpour of feelings.

Life is strange.

When you think

you finally have figured it out,

things will change.

So,

I,

we,

must move on.

Now let's give life another chance.

The puzzle pieces of your heart

I am space and time aligned.

Stardust of a faraway galaxy.

Your non-binary beam.

Ghost in this flesh of a human being.

Naked light on a morning dust.

To find that kind of trust.

I know it's not just lust.

Tried to ignore it.

Just that your soul is hurt like mine.

Flesh incised like mine.

In million pieces,

trying to find the right piece,

to fit this puzzle.

They’ve let you down,

like you were dead.

Dissolving underground,

with maggots and mad men.

They never knew your soul,

living under the flesh.

To me,

you'll be energy.

In disguise

Best disguise she had,

was his body.

No one knew,

she really existed.

They didn’t know her soul.

All those men and women.

You could see her,

in the right light in his eyes.

Bloodlust of the flesh

A creature of the night,

thus,

drawn to death,

by instinct.

The heart has stopped.

Gaining the sadness of not belonging.

Interesting timeless void, under the moonlight,

with gravestones and bloodlust.

Just keep me warm.

Merely recognize my marble face.

See in the mirror.

Right now,

reflection’s split in half.

I’m genderless, both,

neither and nothing at all.

Likely a creature.

Future Cyborg.

Guided by darkness and silver light.

The morning fogs.

Ongoing steps,

you take on a cold night.

I am the vampire, the other.

Torn apart

It's calm,

in the eye of the storm.

I'm torn.

White ash and devastation,

numerous shards

of broken dreams.

Something familiar,

all that I have.

Eventually

you must plan.

I'm torn.

Shining in daydreams.

New dimensions,

parallel plans,

everything new and