The Fevers of the Mind to Inspire Artwork Series
1. Afraid of the eternal silence The proselytizer ran away from his soul Naked into the woods Raw and free His recruiting no longer a thrill He's seen the ruin; he's seen the loss of passion in the smiles He's at loss from another day A saved one, hung above our gardens As a stare, tears dried on scared skin A body, head collapsing clumsily Lifeless, laying from the limbs of a bruised apple tree He knew that eternal silence was a very real world. 2. On the day of the blue mollusk skies The dandelions flirt with the giant Blowing kisses that he catches with his paws He's feeling bashful while stepping over the world with - his swaying hips Dancing sunshine into moonlight, from seizure days to stone dead nights. His dancing body causes leaping eyes for his harlots His tugging heart brings him to sing Singing beautifully along with the continuous dance There are the crickets filling up in his soiled socks. 3. A storm was dreamt Balancing the art of destruction with the calm stroke of a swimming of a peaceful cloud. A storm has evolved The bones broke apart during the frightening walls of the screaming wind. A storm is lifting Over the veil of clouds mimicking our dreaming minds A storm is no longer cohesive, broken a victim of a sodomized smile In the mouth of wind, the city's skyline into submission You awoke with sudden energy, the nuclear bomb implanted Now the normal day begins Brush the teeth, comb the hair, bathe the body Put on clothes for work, open to the door to birds chirping The mountain of breasts left by Mother Nature's rage, now an apology As you climb over the walls of skin tissue to the other side where society rests Dreams no longer exists, where storms are only evaporation. 4. I cannot help myself to taste the lake Raspberry smiles on a face of decay a Closet mind Creeping out of a town of clouds Train whistles blowing through the tracks Brick walls shimmying through the cracks The centipede climbs upon my ear Daring it to tunnel inside of my walls of fear I will dream in the waves I make from... that sacred sound of my drying skin, grinding teeth through the burning ground This bastard life has me seeking those sacred sounds Of my drying skin, grinding teeth through the burning ground. 5. There is a factory Machines, other deities’ control Molding bones from lost souls We are possibly cut from the same skin fabric Wrapped around our skeletons straight from this factory and distributed around the world as humans Possible? As we learn what we are The muscles develop like magic The heart, the brain, the lungs Are injected into us a seed of ink, or blood to sprout amongst us - as our energy Form us into breath Into pain, into love, into sanity or insanity, into beauty, into dreamers, into light, into shade. 6. When unknowing, when finally, happy the lemures tranquilized the night Melting over you, collapsing The picture snapped Caught you screaming yourself into a statuesque state 7 Another injection ostracized by love He removes the mask from his face Now you see every aged line, baggage drools from the mouth That mummified mouth, nose, eyes, and ears The beautiful hair now long, stringy, torn and frail The pasty pale globe of veins connecting one disappointment to another Now he makes the other choice This one much more permanent His heart ripped from a once muscular chest While in his hands he screams WORK! From the cavity, lay his decay The ventricles, arteries, veins, and valves His reflection of dismay burned over the pericardium He becomes a fading memory in a black and white painting Frozen forever in his breaking point of lunacy Links: Poetry: They Had Sadness in their Eyes ( Like in Littleton) from David L O’Nan Collaboration poem from Merritt Waldon & David L O’Nan A Quicksilver Trilling by David L O’Nan : Poetry & Writing style lyrics inspired by Dylan In 1961…In 1961 by David L O’Nan (from Before I Turn Into Gold Anthology) Collaboration Poem “Bleeding Summer City Sidewalks” by David L O’Nan & R.D. Johnson Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers The return & revised version of “New Disease Streets” by David L O’Nan Poetry and stories Poetry : A Castle Melts by David L O’Nan Poetry: The Parody King’s Castle by David L O’Nan Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. Bare Bones Writings Issue 1 is out on Paperback and Kindle
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