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defence mechanism

“be forewarned”

your whispered chagrin

stains my mouth

with perplexed nicotine

.

a spiteful stare

the gaps in my rationality

stolen spare parts

i’m rendered in cataplexy

.

graze my nape

our vascular constriction

but it turned out

to be just a bold distinction

.

to find the switch

and fumble with our sorrows

i’m a clockwork elegy

but i’ll still be here tomorrow.

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Blood Will Have Blood

The reverent situation embellished in derelict plinths

A monolithic monument for the glorious and the bold

Calm deceit that shackled itself by the crumbling base

Of the cavalier and honourables, now but history aged

Voices of the casualties pilfered from pernicious graves

What must be forgotten is an imprint of those who saved

The damned beaten down into the ground from which they lay

Sacrificing blood so clockwork eyes may live to see another war-bent day.

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Golden Rainbow

saturated in colours

you manifest in alliteration

hazes off my tongue

naïve wish for reciprocation

an adamantine angel

in a matchbox performance

snowflakes in bloom

regalia under silk assonance

hurricane in keyholes

a corona luna synchronicity

mellifluous aspiration

pretty marionette’s liquidity

as under the starshine

we’ll trade vaudeville hearts

entertained clockwork

so splash me with golden arcs.

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Windup Human

But if all we are is just machines
Then let’s become a miracle and break free from these chains
We must be more than just machines
So let them hear our hearts…

~*~

I’m not your snivelling, spineless, stiff lackey

Nor am I some shambling, rotten clichéd zombie

I’m not a mindless, tipsy-topsy inebriate

Nor a foolish dupe that can’t even think straight

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But despite all this, I’m still treated like a clockwork automaton

Who can be simply controlled with levers and the push of a button

Forcing me to do all your bidding, using my body against my will

I’ve tried to say no, but these efforts and protests are to no avail

.

In your empty eyes, I’m just another one of your windup soldiers

And the only thing programmed into my brain is “Obey first, questions later”

But I know I have my own soul and conscience that dictates my emotions

Clearly though, of all those traits, you heartless people have none.

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Clockwork Seizure

“I can feel my nerves clicking like…roller coaster cogs, pulling up to the inevitable long plunge.” ~Will Graham

~*~

Something is wrong inside of you.

Very wrong.

You’ve never noticed it before.

But your minute engines seem to be s-t-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g along

The gears /stop/ grinding altogether

The parts fall off like a rotten tooth.

And your mind suddenly snaps;

Into a m i l l i o n f e t t e r e d p i e c e s

Snap, crackle, pop.

Shatters silently, leaves no traces

The room around you, you find

Seems to get closer, closer

Pressing against your thoughts

Against your claustrophobic mind

And you can hear the walls

Screaming

Crying

Beckoning you with ~calls~

Pounding

P o u n d i n g  h a r d e r

Gales growing stronger

Fire tornadoes, heart burner

Manipulation and deceit

The universe ever so conceit

The working, ticking clock in the room

Further mocks your whim

Tick. Tick. Tock.

Mad laughter is besmirched in the very air

The metallic smell. The barging pounds.

Getting harder. Faster. Closer.

Until it rips into the walls of your brain.

The awful headache is highly unbearable

Aspirins refuse to dissolve the pain.

Is there anything to do but give in?

The provenance never mattered anymore

The cause is lost and gone too far

All that remains are clockwork metal

Tapping slowly on the concrete ground

Screws, bolts, nuts, cogs rolling away

And the numbers and hands seem to slowly decay

And all smudge together and float around

Before rusting and fading away behind

Along with your wispy broken mind.

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