fear the gawking dead
they look without seeing
but it’s the gawking alives
who see without looking
that are way scarier
so kill me if you please
headshot me into a sense of life
trigger my release
force is no answer
raised fists only make more
and reason is empty talk
i can no longer bear this
please bury me under a socle
so kill me if you please
headshot me into a sense of life
trigger my release
and if i do arise
from the grave pyres of alives
i pledge to rub my wild eyes
then look you full on face
not eat it, only feast my ravenous heart
so kill me if you please
headshot me into a sense of life
trigger my release
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
I am at loss of words. This is beautifully written and penned.
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Thank you so much!
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How did you put the “bolt” into your heading?
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It’s a little something I cobbled together in Photoshop actually. And then I just put it in that spot, and it seemed to… well, work. I think it does anyway.
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You can drop it into the header?
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Absolutely! Photoshop is a pretty cool program!
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Life can feel that way and healthy people are the living dead. WAKE UP, PEOPLE!
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You heard Gary. WAKE UP!
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Do not be afraid, all that is so cute!
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Ooh! Me likey!
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WOW! Such power and strength/such a heart-breaking reaching out and appeal. This one moved me.
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Thank you, Rae. It was certainly coming from an emotional space. 🙂
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I could tell, but doesn’t it help to “get things out.”
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It’s one part of an overall process, for sure. ‘Better out than in!’ is the expression, I believe. 😀
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I read this through a second time right away. Nicely done, folks.
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Thank you, Sir Gregory! 😀
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Sir! Thank you for knighting me! What am I the lord of? Make it something interesting! 😀
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Sir Gregory of the Elegant Kneehood. 😛
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Why, Tony! Now I’ll need to re-evaluate whether I’m vandalizing _elegance_ when I scrap on the floor with this new puppy!
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Hee hee hee. 😛
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This is awesome. If you guys die, can I start my dead poet tour with you?
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Certainly! But there is a slight hitch… We plan to live forever. 😛
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I know I am not the only one who googled “socle” … initially I thought it was a sock that just covered your ankle, but I was glad it was not that.
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Actually, that would be a cool name if there was a sock that just covered your ankle. 😛
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The stanza you repeat like a refrain is so so good.
I mean the whole piece is brilliant but those lines are gold xxx
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Aw, thank you! Yes, I’m well pleased with how that stanza worked out.
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Wow! Trigger my release.
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Yeah! WOOHOO! 🙂
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