Work Breakrooms In breakrooms While everyone dresses their smiles for the holidays I am feeling powerless With poetry pounding in my head And nowhere to turn, or write This would have been my father's 76th birthday Today I choke in thought And damage my ears in music. Little Nerves Explosions throughout my little nerves Blankets of skin wrap around my aching body And my December eyes Listen, watching the snow As it pops on electrical wires Holding gifts Shake out all the air Missing pieces The heart needs repaired To burn away As ugly as money. Revelry Through all the revelry lay fragile ghost-skinned Poison ivy on a frostbite A dancing fool on a train track A zipper away from my skeleton A dream that became reality in the same room, the same nightmare From nightmares before Vaporates the idea of dream We are all riven loners. The Overlook A dirty minded storm approaching And my mind is rambling I've got police car flashes burning my retina, And I feel my disease is spreading Head to the angry waters of the river in some lost park, An overlook For the drifters Pen in my hand I write my sins down to be forgiven. Stones of Heaven Limping through slain sand Spreading birdseed from a cup over a Carolina beach Life is a fool's gold When you have a collection of photos to get you from morning to a grave Your love still etched into the stones of Heaven Where is her touch, now? Feeding the seagulls and I wait. Statues Shiver out my concrete heart Crumbled statues that rest as cuts inside my glove In mad genius hideaways Sometimes the world stops The mirror breaks The reflection becomes your shadow Rearrange my jigsaw puzzle As it unravels, frayed and dull pieces missing. Nameless Woman She was the nameless woman on a Greyhound bus Going from the twin cities to the beach Escapes from the cold cemetery Of all the blemishes and bruises From the tremors and sweats The whipping of an evening knife Escapes to Jesus Unite her with a breeze To heal and to love. Prayer Pose Questions written in the lines of our hands Gold implanted these answers in these lines In codes, of language we may not know Crooked energy, blurs our visions bend away our faithful devotion Now ask another question Do your hands respond? Form me into a prayer pose. The Park The park has become a spy Of nature We watch as the day becomes a blur From beauty to an armageddon A wonder as the past to future vanishes in a flash Our eyes are the guides The search for mazes, in twists & turns Love is all we have as we fade. Wonderland What are your true feelings? A cryptic wonderland we swim in Tears of saltwater cuts through the oceans And now free the sharks, to feast on our death in our shells, we hide And hope the fog will mask our scent. Left to feel nothing. Pellets. Mutual A branding of pain hits the city sidewalks A blind rain A wail heard like a sting from a scorpion Residuals heard in wind A mutual terror shakes us all Defamation of a storm which never materialized - into a superiority complex It never knew all the graves they dug. I was Told I was told to magnify the disease From a scramble to a destruction They were always telling me to Become the evil wisp of air unseen, And intravenously become one with the blood Infect the roots And feast on the freedom now I'm a fugitive locked in a cage, silent. Riddles Old men speaking in riddles On floral print recliners that their wives bought in 1974 They joke about how they used to have long Partridge Family hair, And could drink all night and sleep 'til the afternoon Then they cry endlessly as bbq chips spill all over the floor A heart attack by the toilet foiled Wheel of Fortune that night. Maine Timbers When born to the wild You are the comfort with sunlight And the hell of a meteor A vigilante disguise Bullets for eyes Cloudy ash tears Death of old cigarette breath But you are the running fawn A run into the Maine Timbers And they are just a sniper who stepped on a nail. Alpha Hero or Bipolar Drifter Growing scared like a pretender, I am Show the tough leather skin of an alpha hero Whilst I cry in the hands of night When only truth, we look inside Pull away at my mask Begin the cuffing The weakling survived the fight, but inside he melted to ash. Sunday becomes cool and drips of rain Ripped jeans sipping in the dryness, of the room Gaze out of the window Only to see clouds that look like a staggering despair, A broken manic depressive drifter Shooting stars of spittle meanders to the sidewalks And he trips over a pile of bricks in the slick wind The militant march of a hangover. Bravo Bravo, good job, Romeo You smell like old fish and piss Well aren't you a tiger? With your emotional bullshit I'm sure all the ladies had quivering mouths and hands Ready to twist your chord. Did you feed them all of these feelings? I mean, feelings Do you have feelings? Never have had feelings? Come on sting me, talking bee, sting me! After a Mother's Funeral Being baby talked to, Is so annoying at her funeral. I wanted nothing but the nausea and the feelings of Stabbings in my own backside. I felt like I needed to be a lone wolf now I went into this day not expecting to cry, Not to have a flush of memories. To just close a chapter on an inconvenient life. However, I felt the day feeling like I'm the only one there - that knew anything of her. I just stared for what seemed like an hour At this beautiful woman who apparently was my mother. I went home with dad around 9 p.m. that night Dad suffering from food poison Stomach cramps from poisoned funeral lunch meat. Provided by an unknown family of strangers. Omen Breath Freewriting Capturing beauty with a blind eye Stuck my hand out to the guiding light I'm full of potential and set for life But i'm caught in these blended bees buzzing in my mind. Drained of life and drained to thought I'm stuck here dry Looking at dry clouds They look so crispy And i'm so thirsty I want to just poke one like a cactus And see if it is worthy. I will climb that invisible rope, and reach towards the hands of an unspoken leech That'll suck away at my blood And I will be loved by the Omen breath that lingers above. Fever 32 (about my dad and his battle with ALS) I am aware of light above me Unaware of the darkness that is eating away inside of me Then I look at my family Why are they full of tears? Why has my body defeated me? When my mind is still young God saved me 34 years before Now he needs me. Flames And we entered the flames tied in a knot, mouth on mouth, heartbeats tumbling like dominoes. Battling the Roses A wrinkling face A cheek to the window Electrical light now dimming Everything used to be brighter My head is a swimming ocean Full of endless drownings. I rest on the pane, inside screaming No energy left I can only watch The surge of rain battling the roses. Orange Sea Over the plaid mountain In the windy orange sea with long Emerald Green drapes For waves, for eyes millions of miles into Space shuttle dreams You meet a Bob Dylan impersonator Playing harmonica in a wheelchair Jim Beam bottles bouncing off the beach. Miracle Parlors We lament in miracle parlors In coffee domiciles Your neurosis becomes a camera to capture us all, as your vision Hiding miracles in your mind sleeves Collision of thoughts Deliberate in your laughter and ridicule I am the naive wave, and you now vigilant. Maroon Clouds The earth was shaking Maroon clouds clogged with a sick mix of green We all hoped for the unzipping of destruction, the apocalyptic dream scenario. Disappointed to find out no angels, just the falsetto of fainting divorcees hoping for a Hollywood sixpence. Minnesota Winter So, you image yourself a clydesdale, Strong and free Narcosis breakdown - in the flattening of a Minnesota winter Takes you by the skin, and leaves you the dinner for a blizzard. Stay away from your dreams of escapes with Dorothy Parker And realize your strength is in the clear. A Hobo and a Nun From mud puddles it spawns - a hobo and a nun Chased by the breath of hornets The hobo, smokes wet cigarettes The nun, burned all her bridges. They met in a spin of lightning Near the sewer by the hustlers Near a Gay pride parade in the conservative side of town. And like magic, now they are one And always were Personalities evolved from a grip of vapor. Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan much more posts if you just look up my name in search.
The Mortality Door Oh, my mind, the rust A criminally negligent flippant mind, Wax like skin, the blades, winds, the cuts Loose whips of tears inside, the mortality door, shuts Play righteous games, some devil No mind, not even I will I trust I. A New Balloon I was lifted up as your new balloon Pop me and let me relax Don't hold me too close to the chest I might separate myself and escape to seclusion Then you'll wonder Where I went, and where all the happiness went Meanwhile, You have the bags of new balloons ready to inflate. Bad Body Image I sit here on this seat only in underwear Feeling fat like a sumo wrestler Pale as the crooked moon I feel like I digest all the wretched leaves stuck in the muddy yard My knees pop like a bottle rocket My feet aching like blackmagic My face is oily with whiskers, the itching of tiny blades. My hair as annoying as always My apartment crawls with heat and boredom As lonely as the desert sands. Whiskey Bottles Let's keep a dirty secret in our pocket Shun those who've shown care Sleep with the whiskey bottles Tear away all your beautiful hair Let us try to live a perfect life with blind eyes Hold in the emotions Pretending not to cry Throw those whiskey bottles at brick walls As monsters begin to crawl near your feet. Norfolk & Misery Feeling a eulogy Norfolk, Mid-December Poor and in agony As they thought of Christmas creeping I believe they called it a misery The depressive feel of the amaranth A wound of thoughts Remember all those lights, laughter Sabotaged by the snow Hungry for the Spring By the Chesapeake Bay? When We Were Children and Mom Liked Men with Mustaches We were living in a blue van We had been asleep on some green & peach colored towels Stained sun tea carpeting A cup of old melted cheese tips over and got on my Jordache jeans Stuck in Middle-Ass Indiana Mom was French Lick Kissing a Larry Bird wannabe - in the front seat As we listened to a cassette of the California Raisins singing the -Beach Boys And giggling as we ate sugar candy And colored in our Andre the Giant coloring books. The Bite It was the scent that first intrigued Howls across the dark woods soon followed A lame sheep we all have become When the wolves are tip-toeing in for the kill There isn't any need to be the beast, when we are that easy So, just hide behind the stump Watch as teeth become us in the bite. Shatter Cries They were willed to fight The stained walls Phantom fingerprints 70 year old teardrops Have become tiny dry souls That are now lost in the sight The reminiscence of all the shatter cries And the maniacal laughter, infinite In a clear, we bathe in the light of the Milky Way. Majestic Ruins There are apple temptations From tree to tree A battle cry from a bible scene And you start to slither in your seat Whispering confessions of malice To a new age priest, a hangover cupid Your dream is love And he dreams silent Until a pin drops Majestic ruins Sunset Bells Be the ringing bell Pendulums striking sepia tin cans Rattling my eardrums Our opulent possessions Scatter across this Earthquake Plunging into dusty sunsets Covers the innocence of our new moon and births out dirty sonnets Bells ringing My voice will be singing While scared and shivering A lifeless lonely note swaying. in soldier wind. Madman The madman whispers A cruel dream emerges His abominable ceremony Just a lost intervention of dying minds Of nuclear soul projections He has created his own slime His words, the brainwashing Evaporating our solidity, over time Dollhouses and Wildfires Another weekend in your haunted dollhouse Where jealousy is the most painful ghost And jewels crack scattered spotlights across the room Mirrors hide your coffins Your drunk eyed depression A one room escape for all your wildfires. Eventide I reflect upon our ninth year of love on this eventide I purge the tense moments away I vision you in my head How you saved me from the alone heart Before I met you How you became my wife, the beautiful bride We cradle, hold, laugh with our children, together. The Apparition I swam in your arms, hoping your hug was eternal I'm leaping in Your brooks seem refreshing, but fire bounces in your eyeballs The apparition, I am lifeless looking up at the hope of the bridges I'm a miniscule invisible dot, no one knows of me. Paper Wing Angels Oh, my lord What can I do with these paper wings? Angels vaporizing in front of me My eyes blind to the burning clouds Dark orange skyline Cannot move Weaved into the sins I am inside an old painting The artist that drank away breath When the muscles failed to soar. Another Day In the throat of another day Travels into the ether I'm awoke and breathing Alone as I All the other pelicans have escaped To another sea, another day Deep into my aura Only reality when asleep When all other scarecrow minds Are pregnant with opium haze, another day. Spectacle We watched her descent into a spectacle The bratty pouts and kicks against the waters of a coastal lagoon She believed we are a blemish Inhibiting her Aphrodite ideal What an allusion she became Some act of Adonia Like a valiant triumph We saw the impact As the saline filters to water. Into the Desert A 1 a.m. journey Into the desert Coyotes gathering Pushing and clawing away at my protective spirits The night is an endless black hole of anxiety, of deep fear And you really never left your bedroom, your jar A haunting of eyes, laughs My medicine is light. Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan 4 Poems by David L O’Nan available today on Punk Noir Magazine. Follow the link Poem: Injustice: Can You Say Her Name? (Pouvez-vous) by David L O’Nan Poetry by David L O’Nan: Hero Dilemma, She’s a Roadkill Jezebel, Cloud Rot, Cherry Red Boots, Full Red Moon, Stonewalls & Parlor Tricks. Slightly themed poems by David L O’Nan : “Walking, Staring, Creeping (Foggy Morning Eyes)etc.
Through the cold night Lit up by only the light of snow We can hear wolves howl Heartbeats pounding as radar We whispered to each other our last secrets That depression was born in trails of lost acorns Micro thoughts that you wanted to evolve into completion A formidable life. Goliath's Palms Watch as the wind invents a new scream Alarms pulsating you to twitches Your body defeated you Your angels deserted you Your puddles of disgust that leaks off the roof Staining the beautiful murdered flowers under your shoes Your night walks vanish in Goliath's palms War of Rivers Could you watch the pain flow through the river? More like concrete than to that which is friendships through existence One painted boat far from eye's view Feels the infection, the disease crunches our bones to powder Our blood made fire freeze, War, the wild of its mind. Mementos Traveling through the towns to cities I kept a memento of all your last thoughts All I see is your sickness And I feel it in myself Limping from train to train with the bronchitis trapped air I breathed and fall to a soiled floor The tracks are bumpy And I lay to vanish with you Our ghosts become whistles Training Phantoms Laying down in my dying sheets Amongst a crowd of maggots and fleas I dream of her and I on our wedding day In my comatose dreams You take my blood, you slow my heart Tell me to breathe How do I start? Is this how you train your ghosts? At the Deerhead Tavern 2005 on a socially anxious night A promise to talk about your fallen I wait in smoke The Deerhead Tavern in Indiana A band plays the alternative hits of the 90's Finally, a call You're dancing in the flowers of mania This night you plagiarized beauty I drove away in thought, and thus began the severance of friendship. You began to birth myths on every cloud you jumped from. Fettered Formerly a clown fettered to a balloon Now a casket mime holding a finger to the mouth A hush over the deserted town When all exploded and went away in a city of joy Laughter buried under the rubble And a balloon floats to a flaming sky. In the Distance In waves that clash together in a staccato masterpiece We rummaged the ocean Searching for all her secrets She left us old bottles full of folk songs And the city's skyline tattooed its image as -reflections in the waters. Can you see the shark's eyes in the distance? A Promise A dark night cry by the slime of the pond The moon ripping through the ripples Where a promise was made through the furtive lines - of our hands. Are we just demure, a staring into the waters Are we deception? An opulence of scars The water eventually dries when the heat drinks. Your Bible A twist of brilliance A dulcet drip from a sink Listen to the silence Surrounds suffocation Claustrophobia, the nemesis A comely whisper flows by your ears You whip open your bible Your urgency Pray that God is with you While you see smoke & mirrors in lassitude reflection. Psychopath Walk hand in hand with your psychopath Do you have the control? The whip-smart ideas Are they the miracle weaver? Shape shifters of your mind Apocalyptic sentience No, a man, just a man Stuck in his own masochism You, as a human overcomes Show them they are only raw Not an idol. Nashville 2004 Right before Nashville 2004 Understanding the hugs were regrets Like a kiss from a moving dance At the Wilco concert Without a flame anymore They play Spiders (Kidsmoke) And my body becomes Suicide in the arms, Guitars electrically dissolving nerve endings perfectly. A Portal Can you sketch me a portal to escape to I'm feeling blended in with the rest of the clouds All trying to stand out A loose cannon to dare the formation of a destroyer When all I want is to be calm, a breeze Through the shelter My site blind to all the conflagration. Those Eggs A conveyer At a diner Jelly donut, plate of eggs Gassy coffee Sees himself doing this day in, day out Like clockwork As whiskers leave his head As waitresses marry on to Real Estate Cowboys in clean boots Cigarette grime stuck on his own His spirit smells like those eggs. Fading time. Pockets I've been checking my pockets Hoping to find a different answer Rather than another crumbled up gas receipt and jean lint I need reassurance that everything will be alright Can I please receive some direct communication? All these puzzles seem to get in the way. Weather in 3 Days A stormy day in Southern Indiana, Sirens deafening the trees to a blur They shadow themselves from the curse. The ground darkens, decaying the ground from the cripples of rain Trees are tortured by the weathering of a storm Breathing out desolation from a loving sky, Jaded by all the months of arctic regurgitations. The wind is howling a last spit of winter from a hospital view From a blackened rainbow Spring shall emerge From the cool flooding waters soon. Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan
Searching in Tunnels
I don't blind like a weeping willow Overcasting evergreen With the stalking of a shadow I love in the shape of mutiny Against the winds, I rebel to the sounds of air That swallow me into a submissive ghost Everyone has that overcast We search in these tunnels for God In heaven, do you hear those cries? Torture by Storm I awoke at midnight The lightning flashes torture Across the room of secrets I have been found by God I was told in sweats, In glistening contour melting formations That i'm not as precious as anyone seems to think I'm alive, but who am I alive to? Certainly, Not the awakened I think i'm as alive as a dream to a coma memory. Royal Musical Graveyards The orchestration derails A crowned king of musical thievery Plays mandolin on grass blades By the breathy riverfront Rumours spread, The music, A jelly massacre Draws the flies in - to an abandoned castle of dead peasants Now, he only plays for the victims that rest in clouds. and the graveyards are a few dirty footsteps away. The music is not for them. The purity, Much like a brewery pasted in smells of skunks and janitor water. A Quicksand Millionaire The desert swirling in the swimming of sand Around the sun In infinite circles Made millions on the concept of lands and oils Burying the warriors meanwhile in the quicksand. One Last Vision (inspired by Phil Ochs) On busy Washington D.C. streets With cameras flashing, The sins of wealth over faith. The sins of death over country. They hit them with sticks They break in with greed The glory from the corrupted blue The speeches lead by a Hollywood villian A line of cowboy apostles, a John Wayne Aborting the world in cages and wards Your not new saints, A country ran from the window of an extremist. Woody Guthrie Strings Playing faster than speed to kill the fascists Dust storms invade us with coughing Leaves us with no breath New diseases spread wildly In the oxygen we spare Moments we still share Until the last beating of our hearts Are we but fragile sticks? Are we a Woody Guthrie guitar string? We are surviving despite chaos Lingering whisps of light In our porous brains. Lion In a parade by your kingdom You soak up all the attention As boastful and hungry as the lion You, with the smile that you own as bulletproof Everyone will treat you like you're the only power Watch out for the wires They are falling and surging The underlings have today And they crush flies with bare hands. Idiots! Birthday Revolutionaries My friends are the bleeding carnival They are also grocery store garbage That are artistic, They are also codeine driven Sometimes they crawl out of their graves Long enough to be birthday revolutionaries. The Electronica Lady Electronica lady believes She is a pulsating vibe That her energy is the tide That weave of power to collapse As the moon bends to the vibe Soul captured in with the current Dancing around through her fear She'll chase the rapture into her golden years The jolting, The familiar twitch Sways visually like dreams, Fantasies, with a broken switch. Upon your Beak You can only pretend You have never been that baby bird With a broken wing amassed your silence Among the deafening sirens And sunlit breath kisses upon your beak Providing hope in the minds of fire. A Brave Heart, A Rebellious Heart I was born into a natural rebellious state of mind With a dream of a brave heart, Yet there are no fears, Mishaps, nightmares when you trip in your freewill Can I preserve my rebellion for the ultimate battle, and the patience to bind my heart to bravery A deep breath and realizing my challenges Defeating the consequences that lay inside your fears. Coward If only I could crash through the center of your soul and eradicate the negativity of your past. And paint your crippling mind into purity and hope I would. When all is lost A shadow shakes and will sunshine follow, or does it stay hidden? A coward behind loose clouds. Lazily She crawled lazily as a spider Through the cracks of the walls Inside your heart of a bleeding moment A voice was ulcered out of a gypsy phantom The sky opened up, and sung a bruising harmony The spider had to climb into a human's hair To hide away from the fears Until the last raindrop pimpled the ground And it was safe to be free again. Sea of Circles Inside a cryptic mind The tapping of feet The splintering of a skin swimming in the sea of circles Living vicariously through a sunbeam A broad-shouldered ego with a skipping heartbeat. Transferring As a dream Thunderclaps Raining sheets And blinding wind whipping through my chest Through misery, love, torture & sin The needles, of screams ripping through the indentations of my skin I'm coughing out my spirit Swimming through a tornadic spin Eyes swallowing Transferring of breath The storm kissed my mind but ripped off the head. Those Same White Walls Fall apart Those same white walls Crumbling little ant eyes lost looking at the melting moon Forming solid as it smacks the ground A bridge for you to walk on To creep into that moon on a virgin night. That you can hide inside the silence With all the stars to chatter, gossiping As lively as greed. Crack of the Wind With a crack of the wind The moans bend over a shaking house A winter's bruise is calmed by the warmth of love The healing began when the coagulation broke And the freedom of mind rested the demons, The fears, the endless end Now, there is hope in a gust of wind Instead of inevitable destruction. The Rails A middle aged hobo with no charisma He lived out of a pitch black cavern Perception that he was a civilized reality Shows a pail, penurious, insipid train The rails are slippery to traverse only from coma to coma Shall you live to your completion dream in muddy tunnels. Tavern In a morning fog A blistered old genius ripped from his mind Frozen out of the flesh Stumbled out of another tavern Another burning bridge Mortality questioned The abyss wrinkles up the wisdom Spotless thoughts define the defeated The war turned crystals into bullets. Doris Doris, like a mannequin in a 1920's dress Swayed towards you The lipstick kiss of a demon in hysterics, Balancing new traps through a mind latched in by a plastic skull. She is shade, shut, tragic The remedy of miracles Now, fraudulent She became an old soul to ease death. Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios: David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan
Choked Chamber Severe carvings wrinkle smooth stone. Bold chisel, carve masterpieces. Words fresh as new death. Stifled breath, pounded back, Into a body, choked in a chamber. No escape, oxygen tank Ripped from the ground. Invisible bells shrieking in a body Nonexistent in reality. Pulverized Words Punch these words to death. Treachery in meat globs. Balled pulp, knuckled knobs. Bulbs of bone, bulbous beneath skin. And skin, largest organ, Instrument of concealing, The internal blows. Until the knuckled flesh balls, Struck their target. Love-Pocks Lovely little pocks oozing, Sliced open, exposed In streams of mist Into the atmosphere. Inauguration of release: It may not always be pretty. It loves itself anyway Pressed Stones Press the stones that weigh me down to the very bottom. Let my eye rise with the waves Becoming one with I. Some hope, at least.