Carotid artery mistakes
Incisive, this empty
Crawl is all I can do
When God was on
The face of the deep,
I was under him
A darkness indescribable,
Without form
Let there be light
Writhe inconsequential
Need for nothing lost
Feel summons to whom I belong
Calling, chattering never(always) silent
No words, no structure, incessant
My love is buried in what I hate
The meat of it still hangs from raven’s claw
His breath be stronger than mine
Crossover incognito, mouth full of poison
Lying insight on a slow dead spring
I’ve eaten an angel’s wings
Fucked a devil in disguise
You remember meaning
I saw black skies
Nothing more black than darkness
I keep feeding
I keep forgetting
It wants me to let go
I no longer know this reflection
I know prolonging little deaths
Will not bring peace
If you look long enough in the abyss
you will find you are gazing
Into your own soul.
It’s a broken ending,
An endless nonetheless
woebegotten, your beginning.
Our Shadows understand us.
So move forward
Hands toward your first descent into a
Peculiar kind of synthetic madness.
I’m thinking you know what time could be
I have to show you
All I see….
An old punk trying to make sense of what I see and hear and think and feel. Words pulled from the ether. Sanely mad, mildly insane. Introverted agoraphobic explorer. Hockey, gaming and food junkie(snob).
Editor, Contributor and supporter of Sudden Denouement, a literary collective.
Editor and contributor of Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.
You can read more of my writing at RamJet Poetry
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 
I need a minute to compose myself after reading this. Damn.
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
OldePunk makes an entrance at Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen
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Damn, man! You certainly know how to make an entrance. 🙏
The meat of it still hangs from raven’s claw
His breath be stronger than mine
Crossover incognito, mouth full of poison
Lying insight on a slow dead spring
I’ve eaten an angel’s wings
Fucked a devil in disguise
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At Heretics, Lovers, And Madmen, Oldpunk – Time and Feeling
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Love this! Intense read ❤
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
My first poem on Heretics Lovers and Madmen
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Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
Olde Punk is my spirit animal and brother in writing. LOVE this piece! ❤
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If you look long enough in the abyss
You will find you are gazing
Into your own soul.
Yes!
This so deserves an unused emoji
🌘🌪☎️💎🎵
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Oh my OP!
powerful as always
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