CURR3NTLY-SYMPT0MAT1C

Poor Ludwig

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Poor, poor Ludwig

That his strings should twist and falter

The many keys once glorious

Shimmering in ivory and obsidian

But turned to dust

Beneath his fingers bearing down

And the waves of sound broke

Harsh and blunted

On a solemn desolation

With nothing but time

Now nothing but remembrance

To gently pale the epiphany

Until the last flicker 

Passed into insignificance

Oh poor, poor Ludwig

Even the final measure of his heart

Done aside his throat

A triumphant thump

Would push like a failing muse

And give no inspiration.

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[ by LukasBryson ©2013 LAB7media, LLC ]

A Silkworm or A Lemur

Lemur dances on my eye,
Reaches down into the sky.
She will never touch my dream,
Of peaches floating on a scream.

Sure, I could rave about the blue,
Balancing the morning dew.
‘Stead I’ll face the rolling now,
And milk it like a holstien cow.

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Andesite-Eyes

old pictures flip through my mind’s eye
cold hands there quicken pages
like a rickety nickelodeon theater
i can no longer rest my warm brow
pressed against the dancing hearts
who grasp with such a potent wasted power
bash in my head with organic shovels
dig into me deeply with silky skin
and leave me a smoldering wreck
heaped in some mass public grave
so i wince and shake my enlightenment
i rise and turn my shoulder through the door
outside light races past my face
and a faster shadow grows upon it
i sway i move forward and i know
that motion is the only freedom
the only way that i can begin
so i scuffle on trailing black marks
on the gray world behind me
and they pass by a walk a run or crawl
but you see you see this time
the fingers slide over asphalt
scraped and bloody they try on in vain
but i am at one with my open road
and though some say very sadly so
my slate legs bolt today outright
and andesite eyes witness mountains
great in that indifference is worth
the torn who begins to tear apart
the distance as they take me there

[ by LukasBryson; ©2012 LAB7media, LLC ]

Tired and Weary

It is tragic, really
When tired and weary,
We find no brighter road to take
Than one we’ve known before
So lively we do try, together
Never can we just, remember
Truth discovers courage
And time reveals true love.
So it is dreadful, truly
When a wish contrary
Spins around and comes true
In blindness we saw all we wanted
Came and became nothing we could use
And left there, we’re alone but wishing
For just, another wish.

(by LAB7; LukasBryson; LAB7media LLC)

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Love Was Water

i’m searching for the softer
lighter lot of creaturekind
the pale pink whisperers
reaching for a cotton fire
the ones who sing of roses
dancing through a sea of ash
unabashed and lonely
licking time right from its pass
the few caressing suffering
like a child a mouse a dolly
tonight I’ll find the unafraid
the wilting pained and jolly
i’m desperate for the innocence
of simple tripping gunther
running past the blonde dock
drinking rain as love was water

( by LukasBryson; LAB7media, LLC )

SoRRy FoR Ev3ryTh1ng

if I could only explain it but I’m tied to the chair
my tongue in a slip and my breath in a fist denied
cold as the winter in angry frosted tenacity
striking words that hurt and stabbing glances burn
drunkard stumbling through my thoughts you child
i can see as clear as day as water as crystal as glass
oh god it hurts to sort through them all night
the devil owns me I’m damned anyway what’s to lose
based on your recent request we are pleased to provide
baa says the sheep by mistake in incarceration
in the montage teresa I have nothing to complain about
when you never listen anyway why say anything
the stairway to me is slippery and high why go
i’m sure you’re dying to know so hold onto the rail
what’s good somehow makes me feel bad
what’s bad somehow makes me feel worse
discontent in contentment, suicidal in piousness
spiritual in the empirical, empirical in imperfection
tangible and measurable in the abstract
counsel to the stubborn, stubborn to the mutable
usurper of neural virginity, cavorting through corpses
an anthropological dancer in the worst musical made
hateful of love in times without an end
and jealous of hate in times uncalled for
a liar a cheat and a saint, a telepath a calculator a sink
selfless in selfishness and selfish in guess
an angel glowing in reverse, my light only makes things darker
oh g0d if only you knew,
I’m sorry for everything

( by LukasBryson; LAB7media, LLC )

The Undance: Born of Bullet-Song

i am not afraid of the undance
and after all this race of time
every moment of confusion
my mind has gone lateral
put my fist through the livid
every hour of lack and loneliness
sat with red eyes on the vault
felt the cold circular indentation
of the barrel against my temple
every whispered ridicule finger
my ice-breath quick like monsters
i hummed the bullet through
and with a crack through lipids
my liquid thoughts rained
on white texture-plaster wall
every second guessers guess
i crawled over to witness my life
then i knew what i cannot explain
but that i can only display
a dangling key to everything
such a thing it fits no door
once i had it i was pulled away
then my eyelids sprang open
for every nerve a needle
every wince of painful pain
came like lightning through me
from curling toes to hatshelf
my hands seizured i burned
but the cells were conquering
i waste at one with god
then moved reborn and grew
rose out and carbon-torn
a platinum past of tribulation
formed a higher form of form
without lies without ill-wisdom
awoke parched and parted lips
put down my hand to brace me
as this night begins i now prepared
hold every verse accountable
strap on this shiny dancing shoe
and strut upon your souls

( by LukasBryson; LAB7media, LLC )

sHIFt

so i shift and wonder wildly
the unmaking of this world
my ears now open widely
this fine opus sounds benign
and in this paltry fascination
sated by such simple fractures
otherwise couth by design
i set myself some idle task
just to tame a begging lust
my hurried hands a flurry
set to music what i wonder
truly fouler notes not heard
have ever ringed or ranged
and still quite don’t compare
to the most unsettling sound
of this unfixed world turning
on the teeming boundless hark
my reminding mind’s remind
that what i hated
bettered me

( by LukasBryson; LAB7media, LLC)