Fading dream that beckons me
Be gone with the break of dawn
For you have no purpose here
Among my thoughts
Detrimental and dangerous
Are your delusional decisions
Decisively incoherent
And without merit! ©
Karen L. Fleming, 9.12.23
Monday, September 11, 2023
Tuesday, July 11, 2023
The Stooges Vultured
Agendas scorn
Viciously clawing at my soul
The purity of what I search for
Is so hard to find
The search hinders me
Restless, sad, vaguely myself
A bitter boy disguised
As a demigod
Brought to his knees
Eight bullets are all it took
To disembowel his soul
Into repugnant cruelty
Asking, pleading, commanding
For me to believe in him
As his God
I stare at the chat
A few seconds pass me by
A strange realization caught me
Off guard, "Fucking hell!"
It's the dreadful god complex
A doctor has gone quite insane
Rearing its demonic head
Craving a chance
At mismanaged redemption
Just to prove an irrelevant point
Of domineering superiority
Disregarding ethics
Left loathsome and corroded
Something of a man
Crossed my path
Like a wendigo
Enchanted with the magic
Of a skinwalker
I listened
Knowing his lies
From the moment he spoke
In his mangled flesh
My walls I deconstructed
For a moment
To appease my curiosity
He poisoned my soul
So severely
Water couldn't breach
My thirst
Air couldn't thrive
In my congested lungs
And lines from an IV
Crisscrossed
My frail body
COVID
You ruthless bitch!
At the most inopportune time
Irrationally the past
Came through my window
I thought just a friend to be
But jealousy and spite
Clung to his words
I disagree wholeheartedly
With his ridiculous notions
Over and over
Not concocted by his own mind
I laid waste to him
For suggesting
My flesh and blood
Was not important
Compared to his increasing needs
I drew my boundaries
On the California coastline
Walking away
From a man who drank so much
He wore depends
Is the devil in the details?
I used to think so
Long, long, so long ago
Logic sunk in quickly
An old childhood friend
Never letting me down
No, nope, no
The devil is the scapegoat
Human behavior is the plague
Brace yourself, warrior,
Keep your fortress defended
This conflict of erosion
Is a never-ending historical
Habit of demise
Clinging to their genetics
Of humans without souls ®
Karen L. Fleming, 7.12.23
Thursday, May 25, 2023
Basking in the Gamma Rays
Pages tattered and torn
Wrinkled with coffee stains
Is the basis
Of an ecstatically
Luminous adventure
Twisting and turning
With every plot
Through the corridors
Of our imaginations'
Our dreamscapes
On the astral plains
We're all called upon
To help the helpless
Some situations cutting
Piercing through unmentioned
Wormholes
Are direr than we
Can comprehend
We see the camouflaged
Mocking and laughing
At the immensely destructive chaos
Their evil ambition has created
Ruthless ripples
Of horrendous tsunamis
Throughout all dimensions
I finally found him
Such overflowing relief
Forty-three years later
Crying, confused, and
Broken, his frail mind
Finally wide open
Accepting the truth
Of whom we actually are
Ready to see what is
Unconscionable reality
Constructed right
In front of everyone's face
Through that illusionary veil
"Oh, it'll eat your soul
If you let it. Stand up.
You're ok, you're not
Losing your mind."
I calmly explained
With lucid precision
Forty-three years earlier
Wrapped in a great mystery
A small strip of land
Separated two family households
A red Cadillac with fins
Pulled up to me
Within the small
Cluster of the enchanted forest
Just a child I was
Ready to leave
Wondering where my brother
Had run off too yet again
A blonde scruffy teenager
Was at the wheel
With piercing oceanic eyes
He said, "We will find him later.
We have to go!"
Trusting him without qualms
I jumped into the back seat
Of lavish white leather
Trimmed with an amazing
Apple red
And off we went
Through the stargate
A simple promise
From three strangers
That somehow I knew
Their souls so very well
Kept their promise to me
In the most unexpected
Wonderfully blessed way ©
Karen L. Fleming
Wrote: 5.11.23 Edited: 5.25.23
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