Schizophrenic
The tick of the clock and the coo of the chime
We even forgot our own name
Dismembered the frame of the eerie sublime
We even forgot our own name
Exclaimed unto no one the horror of pains
We even forgot our own name
Destroyed the old bird, mashing up its remains
We even forgot our own name
A day or a moment; a month or a year
We even forgot our own name
A chalice upon it has crumbled in fear
We even forgot our own name
Exposing the gears and the metal within
We even forgot our own name
A pile of the cuckoo just sits now; a grin
We even forgot our own name
And now in the mirror we look at just one
We even forgot our own name
As two, maybe three, or some more, never done
We even forgot our own name
The doctor has entered; the scene goes away
We even forgot our own name
The medicine helps, but my thoughts cannot stay
We even forgot our own name
"So, Steven, how are you? Do you recognize
The meaning of what I just said?"
And just for a moment, in clarity's guise
All voices desist in my head
And when he is gone and the pills meet the flush
Remarkably, I play the game
Again in the mirror, I welcome the rush
We even forgot our own name ...
Tip of My Tongue
Peeled off like an orange peel,
seeds of bittersweet memories
sprayed through blindfolded eyes.
I couldn’t even remember my name
and you seemed to have forgotten too,
as I struggled to remember you at all.
I watched as my subconscious thoughts
packed their bags and traveled
to parts unknown as my name
balanced on the tip of my tongue
dove off into the depths of the sea
tangled in encrusted seaweed.
I’d forgotten how to swim
out of the past and feared that
I would drown as my name
flowed into dark cloudless night.
Never mind, I forgot YOU
as you hid in my body cavities
but my bones were unable to tell.
Alas, I used to know the answer
BY HEART!
Losing Me
A crash, a scream,
is this a dream?
Floor meets my head,
wish I were dead
Horrible words,
pointless, absurd
Mascara tears,
in darkness and fear
Anger so blind,
with terror you bind
I can no longer see,
just please set me free
Rage turns to lust,
what happened to us?
I was so wrong,
here I don't belong
Knuckle 'cross cheek,
dark bruise for a week
Next day the same,
I've forgotten my name.
Names Forgotten
First we were herded
like cattle into the waiting cars
Poked and prodded and punched
then sealed up the door with bars
The wail of the train
voiced the screams locked inside
Nothing to drink but our sweat
Nothing to eat but our pride
Then we were shoveled
like hay, out of the open door
The boiling smoke of Auschwitz
welcomed ten thousand more
And there, we forgot
our homes and our love
We forgot our humanity
as into the ovens they shoved
There we were branded
and burned up like fuel
Broke our backs hauling stones
while they used us like tools
We forgot our voices could speak
Ashes snowed on the earth
We wished that we could forget
That fateful day of our birth
But no, we remembered...
remembered that day with shame
because we had forgotten...
forgotten that we had a name
Until the voice of our Maker
called out over the earth...
those names long forgotten...
that He gave on the day of our birth
Self-inflicted Hate and All Else - The Segregated Hell
Under time twisting backward, we made an entrance to the place below humanity where the hell-drowned are buried and the babies never cry. Forsaken with those breaths we once inhaled and allowed to escape - without wondering, without croon, without a single meandering question as to where we may have gone.
In this place, borders are defined but not enforced, and this creates a disarray of all that are still able to walk and hold thought. The grasping hatreds of the men here tear into one another and consume our empathy, what little ever existed in a few, and we feed on screams indicted by the thrashing of claws and the teeth only driven by division. We only see colors of skin and eyes, and never under this blanket of darkness will we allow a stream of light to wander into our prison and reveal what could have been agape with beauty, unity filtered through a prism in the form of every man in every robe of every fabric.
We lie in this mutiny of origin, under the soot, burrowed between reality and cratered fantasy of grandiosity, delusions not dreamt up by our own minds but of those egos before us.
And when the end of time caps what we once thought was eternal, we will halt our insanity in confusion, though never understanding, having lost all desire to reason. We will squint in failed recollection of ourselves only to realize we forgot wholeness - we even forgot our own name.
Triumph and exit
In the post-truth era,
look back in shame,
we even forgot
our own name.
The mob got it.
When you're innocent
and desperate,
any change,
however strange
is heaven-sent
and sure to fix it.
Siren voices spoke it,
they said,
we can fake it,
just reach for
triumph and exit,
grin like fools,
leap like pawns
grasp the straw
and break it.
Better dead
than red or
some other
colour that
some other bled.
Under Trexit rules,
(have you got it yet?)
why listen to
experts and their
silent screams
when a new era
dawns built on
impossible dreams?
Who Am I?
I woke up with four arms around me - two women and myself, a strange man in a strange bed. The woman to the left of me was dark skinned and had black hair falling upon her face. The woman to the right of me had auburn hair, full lips and a stud in her nose. Each of them much younger than myself and stunning.
As I fumbled for a glimpse of a clock, the woman to the right of me opened her eyes after a series of blinks, saw me and smiled.
"Who are you?" She asked me, her body exposed til her navel.
"Who am I?"I asked.
The woman to the left of me sat up, "Who am I?" Left breast exposed revealing a nipple piercing.
"The better question is 'where am I'?" I was confused and could not recall what had occurred or where I was and who these two women were.
They each covered themselves with the sheet and seemed as lost as I was.
An apparition entered the room, spoke to all of us, then disappeared.
"You were all in the elevator going down but I saved you and brought you here. What are your names?"
Silence, confusion and the lights went out. A door closed, some whispers in the dark and then, laughter.
The auburn haired lady spoke, "I don't know who you all are but we must have had a wild time, we even forgot our names."
Laughter, giggles and moans.
State of Nature
Collapse of Law
Loss of Order
Death of Society
Freedom of Mind
Freedom of Body
Total Anarchy
Left to our own devices
We become filled with
Evil vices
Chaos erupts
Darkness engulfs
Absolute Freedom
But at what cost
We are so free
Yet we are not at peace
We cry for
The end of Innocence
The darkness of Man's heart
Woe for the lost
Savagery
Overpowers
Civility
Absolute freedom
At the cost of our
Morality
Blood of the Covenant
Water of the Womb
All abandoned for
The sake of Desires
Civility lost
Morality lost
Freedom is not free
We need to leave behind our
Past
To return to our
State of Nature
We even forget our own
Names
The Pledge of the People Pleaser
I aim to never disagree with you
May my opinions be ever your opinions
May I disassemble myself
So that you can rearrange my pieces
Until it is more pleasing to your eye
Until I reflect only your image
May you dig through me like a bowl of candy
Taking piece after piece
Choosing only what you like
Till I whittle away
And there is nothing left of me to remember
Not even my name
Growing Up
Growing up
Was really only physical
Our minds were growing down.
We were asked:
Who are you?
Our names. The only answer.
But our names were never ours
Not really.
They were the preferences of mothers and fathers.
(Of course, the interfering grandmothers)
When we grew older
What are you to be?
A question asked by anyone and everyone.
To them,
A question of which they had no concern
To us. Everything.
Eventually we knew.
And nothing could change us
That's when the world said "no".
We lost hope
We lost knowing
We lost passion.
Forbidden dreams
Forbidden longings
Forbidden lives
We followed
We obeyed
We forgot
Forgot our aspirations
Forgot ourselves
We even forgot our own names.