THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

Let the cellos cry,
And let the realm divide.
Forget designs.
Stop telling yourself lies
Hiding away your demented side.
The bird nest falling from a tree
Regardless of what you see
Nothing tarnishes in a dream.
I've fallen to an extreme
Eternal darkness as the scene.
Existential Parkinson disease.
The tragedy of Hamlet repeats.
The universal language of grief
Discernible in any manner you speak.
We've all experienced unanimous defeat
Caging of our animalistic being.
A pauper's audience with his king
On hind legs crawling to his knees.
A ventriloquist talking without sleep
And his puppets utterly conscious of it.
They know every abstract concept exists
Christ as we know him was Constantine's wish.
Time is an hourly myth;
An abyss where only minutes get devoured by it.
A Phantom limb begins pounding its fist.
Romantic, until your lover is gouging your lips.
4 leaf clover artist, lost in a flowery bliss.
Constructing a collage with thousands of strips
Of paper and pics, mountains and cliffs.
Pixelated solar eclipse. Landscaping the earth's tilt,
So as to map together how the universe feels.
Pour myself my favorite drink,
Discovering what makes me tick
To hell with what behaviorists think.
I'm an inebriated prick,
Even when not intoxicated with eight or nine drinks.
I'm a larva who never became a butterfly,
An unfulfilled metaphor of life.
Otherwise, I embody Miguel Cervantes' other mind.
Personifying Don Quixote's chivalry.
Metatheatre mimicry.
I thither in literary imagery that's literally heresy.
Canoeing up stream, overtaken by waterfalls and creeks.
An artisan proofreading Faust's misdeeds.
Bloodletting the lesions between my eyes
My sclera's crystalize
Wiping the tears that demons cry.
Rousseau's pleaded for morality,
His inner god was seeking immortality
But with civilized formality.
Listen you peasant,
Aristotle's depiction of heaven
Was simplistic in essence.
It doesn't seem so,
Because it was riddled with questions.
The canary didn't deliver my message
It died half way, whimpering breathless
The light in its eyes a flickering remnant.
Something greater than me bested,
Bodily symbol of my ignorant vestige.