Broken Static and Serenity
Stream of Consciousness-style, broken, introspective poem.
Static burns through
(crematoria epidermal)
all and everything
(but)
where the war
(in the west, east)
and the peace
(... the void)
begins and ends
(cracke…)
broken s h a t t e r e d
(but)
rivers of bloodletting the side down
again-st the tidal wall of
the enemy of the state of things as they stand
up for what you think is right
the wrongs of the past
times and lives forgotten
nine eight ways to make you straight jacket
cut to fit your framework of emotions
and driving forces of nature
and natural disaster relief
from the oncoming storm
*
broken, cracke... I love when the lines don't
...
complete until they do
*
static burns through
like the sun
but all I need
desire
is the cold light
of the moon
*
Realisation
is
Salvation
from
Expectation
*
Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Another deep dive. I've also been listening to a lot of hardcore (variation on punk) which often has a lot of short blasts of lyrics and so brevity is key to it all.
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Comments (7)
That final verse is the perfect ending to this! Well done Paul!
The story content is so good! But that art work you created!! That's amazing as well :D
You operate on levels of creativity I can’t even dream about, Paul! The blend of musical inspiration, stream of consciousness content, and intentional formatting are so harmonious despite the stuttered burst/blast like lines
Ahhhh, once I hit the author's note I completely understood the rhyme!! Very clever and I loved the edges feel of this one!!
Oooo, the bloodletting part was my favourite! Loved your poem Sir Paul! 🍩🥐
This poem drives like a jack hammer. Punk is like that, short bursts of sonic blasting. You feel it beneath your skin, it shakes your bones. Seeing it as a metaphor of this nightmare world where we currently dwell it makes a lot of sense. But it's still unpleasant as Hannah points out, but I get the meaning whether it pelts me or not.
Well what amused me here is this. I didn't love this one. Its really not my favourite. I was thinking this to myself as I read your note. My partner was in a couple of hardcore bands way back. I didn't love them either. The hardness of the sound patterns feels feels like bullets on a shield, it's all clanging trying to get at me but my shields go up, so the meaning doesn't make it through.