William Sabbath

[William Sabbath]

<center> Poetry by William Sabbath </center>

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<a href="#001"> A "Good" Poem </a>
<a href="#002"> A Beautiful Life </a>
<a href="#003"> Dry Scales Scrubbed Clean </a>
<a href="#004"> Lonely Brown Nights </a>
<a href="#005"> Jealous of Roses </a>
<a href="#006"> Fools Wait for Revolution </a>
<a href="#007"> The Observer: Stew of Youth </a>
<a href="#008"> Strange Phase </a>
<a href="#009"> She Don't Like Cocaine </a>
<a href="#010"> Playing the Sitar </a>
<a href="#011"> Beat in the Park </a>
<a href="#012"> Humid Night in Wisconsin </a>
<a href="#013"> Ancient War </a>
<a href="#014"> Earth Blood Illusions </a>
<a href="#015"> Disemboweling Her </a>
<a href="#016"> So it is </a>
<a href="#017"> Wisdom breeds Morality (short version) </a>
<a href="#018"> In a Beautiful Debt </a>
<a href="#019"> Escape From the Cancer Factory </a>

[William Sabbath]

<a name="#001"> A "Good" Poem </a>

With clouds of gray and surly notes
The writer knows just where to go
Tales of love and broken hearts,
One night flings with lusty tarts

With lonely days and bitter nights,
The people gasp with every write…

He speaks of loss in sweet-penned prose
And paints a picture for the nose
He hangs a swing, high for the mind
And takes you places you won’t find

The minds are caught, he has them tight,
The people gasp with every write…

With antiquated words abound
The lyrics speak a cozy sound
“Depressed and lost the hero dies,
the twinkle never leaves his eyes..”

He knows they won’t put up a fight
The people gasp with every write…

His fallacies are warm and soft;
He often puts a cherry on top
He digs a hole, form-fit to you
They all fall in, as fools will do

Predictable and often trite,
The people gasp with every write…

The writer never sees the sun
And never quits until he’s done
His life is bland and full of bore
But faking it will fill the floor

Dramatic words of wing-ed flights,
The people gasp with every write…

With English he is seeking praise
To get him through his mundane days
There are no friends, no sorrow - no knife
No beautiful girls and surely no life

He failed his mission and tainted the light,
And people still gasp with every write…

2005

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<a name="#002"> A Beautiful Life </a>

Each time I mount a horse
Its heart explodes
And blood quietly slips from soft lips
I fall and thump on icy fields
Shattering my kneecap, twisting my ankle

As a kid I dug holes
And cut myself on sharp rocks
Running through the woods
Right into a patch of thistles
Underlying in messes of poison oak
Tripping on dead branches
And bashing my skull against
Hard dirt

I curse creation and existence
On quiet nights with clear skies
Then clouds burst over my head
And drench me in rain
…Only then do I feel content

I walk blindly into nighttime cacti
And bleed and feel renewed
And I smile when snakes bite my probing hands
Teaching me what can only be experienced
Through pain and blood and humiliation

A buck stares me down
When I am alone in the woods
Charges and mashes my guts on a tree
Breaking my spine, severing skin and vessels
Vultures and wolves eat my flesh
Vines and saplings grow around my yellow bones
And I die a happy man

2005

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<a name="#003"> Dry Scales Scrubbed Clean </a>

In Beehive colonies are Scaled Mutants
functioning on Gasoline
Flesh-covered crank shafts turn
with instinct, eyes are closed

In swampy dens are lanky Reptiles
crowded with too many Teeth
Crying blood into Muddy Waters, stumbling on hind legs
with eyes bloodshot; one is yellow

In a Bare Tree stripped by Winter a Snake is draped
sleeping with a hand on his Revolver
Sweat drips on nervous Mice gathering Acorns
the leaves pile on snowbanks nearby

In a Cave lighted by fire are Alligators
covered with bear skins, shivering from fear
Claws are cut short and Tails removed with chainsaws
they wave Black Flags and spit on beetles

2005

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<a name="#004"> Lonely Brown Nights </a>

Dark light shines from the greasy face
All visible through smoky air
Yellow teeth pass mumbling thoughts, glazed eyes
Grey skin stretched tight over weak ribs;
heaving cautiously during faint screams, barely audible

Always night in a closed house
With paranoid visions, polished rifles, and .357 magnums cocked
Long cut chewing tobacco drool hanging, absent jaw
A lone black beetle strolls across a filthy rug; stops and looks up

2005

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<a name="#005"> Jealous of Roses </a>

Barbarous monsters
Say roses are not conscious
-Roses feel no pain

Put them in water
Watch them, for days, wilt and die
Detatched from their roots

Roses scream, "Murder!"
They feel pain when removed
From all that they know

2005

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<a name="#006"> Fools Wait for Revolution </a>

Night one is beautiful
Hallucinogenic amphetamine clarity
-an outsider's perspective, looking down with God
Two friends, two lovers:
"Look at the fools scuddle about,
not getting lost in the decibles,
not feeling love, never smiling or
raving in joy. Their arbitrary sadness is not mine,
for I know the revolution will come."

The music peaks to euphoric trance
Everyone raises hands, raises spirits, forgetting the drugs
Heaven in a brief moment, simaltaneous love
The ecstatic hug and lovers kiss
Beautiful contact, touching; gentle and true

A greasy boy of fourteen bounces past
His greeting without stopping, "The revolution
will not be televised..." He smiles
All who heard him melt with flowing endorphans

* * *

Beautiful, encompassing sunlight outside
Carpe Diem...but tired bodies and shattered, abused minds decline
Maybe tomorrow, natural, pure - pine tree havens
VISIONS: orange juice and frisbee in the park,
bare feet on warm grass with reggae and sunglasses of the latest fashion

Detox - finding the root - noticing miracles - starting over...

Two friends, two lovers embrace at dusk in the forest:
"The love over the fear; it will always prevail. I am the love,
the great healer, a content soul of hope and faith. Hold me close
and let's start the revolution."

Piercing stares of love, entangled bodies in rhythm on tall cliffs
Friends of the evening air, children of the stars
True human beings, living examples of possibility

* * *

Sober grey mornings drag mufflers, shut off the music with force
Cold wooden floors on numb feet
Empty heads and boney hearts
Six months later the passion is dusty and walking away

Dire stares, marijuana smoke, desperate lives
Falling victim to ignorant faith

Two friends, two lovers finally see the pale humanity:
"We shackled our souls to the Earth, to each other, and tossed the keys into dark oceans. Your grim expression is a terrible reminder
of my own failure. We both failed, but
failed seperately; we will die alone, isolated..."

A year, a fresh sun, polluted by old grease
Log chains drag from rusty, wounded joints, -Broken bones and compound fractures- and can be heard for miles
Hearts stop with a gunshot; minds stop with practice
Metal sparks across concrete

2005

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<a name="#007"> The Observer: Stew of Youth </a>

The many:
The ugly, the self-loathing, the boisterous,
The smokers; their loyal friends, the blond-haired girls
With fake burns, fake scars on fake bodies, fake expressions,
Fake love and fake hands
The evil ones and the ones that wished they were evil
The deadly packages topped with ice cream and cherries
The slippery, long haired pillars
With morbid thoughts and perverted ambitions
An eager boy with a stubble face, asking dark-haired angels with beautiful eyes,
“Do you have a lighter I can use?” with no shame, defiling the idea of dark eyes,
While thumbing a book of matches in his pocket;
All bastardizing the moment, causing cold weather
To strike the bitter observers with blunt force

The observers with black holes that can’t be felt until it’s much too late

The totally beaten and recovering alike,
Both travel on hills; their faces reveal the direction,
Staggering past, shaking on weak ankles, losing their balance
Or just getting it back after slipping on icy sidewalks,
Traveling in pairs, always
-A weird hybrid of total opposites, being pushed down
Or pulling themselves up

The truly beautiful joke about affliction,
Mock the fear, invite strangers to light cigarettes and join the fun
Freely, always…
Light hands and strong backs, stocky women
With red, round faces, and monumental stories
The string women with straight hair: Dark pea coats around narrow waists
Bracelets, metal nostrils, fragile wrists; remnants of the
Mutilated tribe…regaining a foothold through genetics and death
An ugly girl wears a smile,
Crippled and smoking in a wheelchair

2005

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<a name="#008"> Strange Phase </a>

Nothing to fear
Dreams start out beautifully
Fragrant breezes
Euphoria

Buzz saw noises
Disturbing it
Down now, low
Sleeping on the ground

Apathetic these days
Death isn't a question
but sometimes an answer

And it's that which
Taunts me
Deal with it now?
Is there such a thing as "escape"
where you come from?

My world explodes and collapses
Upon itself
Perpetually and asthetically balanced
my world isn't your's

Your world does the same twists
Swirls and pops*
But in some other time

Different places all together

2004

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<a name="#009"> She Don't Like Cocaine </a>

The cocaine worn off
Unlike the fading paint of an old English barn
Something was broken
It happened so suddenly it was almost tragic
Like a one-car crash on some forgotten road
Had I been happy before?
That being hard to imagine

Desperation kicks into third gear
I knew there were more levels to this
But the splash-down at third
was already gooey black
The words that once flowed fast in July
Had frozen hard in December

I can’t think
I can’t even sweat
I was out of time
All around and under and above
People laughed and enjoyed themselves
Unknowing I was in undescribable turmoil

Too timid to acknowledge
I put up my fake grin
Shiney and plastic right out of the box
It was a battle of time before it fell off
Exposing my bloody mouth
My mangled teeth

Cocaine never lasts long
Never long enough anyway

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<a name="#010"> Playing the Sitar </a>

The patterens in the wood make no sense
Until you look at it far away
The motor is loud
Soon the noise will fade away without leaving
You'll never hear it again
Small talk is decieving in it's death
It never dies
Growing arms and legs
It runs and sweats
Going places you've thought you've never seen
But you were born there
You will pass away there
Children will play it dark unaware
It makes me sad
In my old age
I was never a child
Staring the void in the face unblinking
Friends die and will never know
Repeating pointless lives
Like a skipping record
Until you pick up the needle and put it forward
Looking without seeing
Touching without feeling
Thinking without knowing

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<a name="#011"> Beat in the Park </a>

He looked up at me with hopeful eyes
Realizing I wasn’t her his eyes melted back
He looked at me like a stranger
My tattered leather shoes were stuck to the pavement
I scared him
He hurried away without looking back
A beautiful young women sat on a bench
Talking to her new-born
Continuing the cycle of old and new
That moves through time and space
Never ending
Like a snake in the desert
I saw her child a few years later
On the news
Face down in a river I’d once swam in
A great tree loomed over this all
Telling me that I was right
To stand there all day observing these people
I picked one of her leaves and put it in my hat
An old man was feeding pigeons in the distance
The evening sun was on his back
Smoke was rolling out of his pipe
As if from some enormous steam ship
I like to think he worked on one
He must have seen evrything
Simple things were on his mind that day
Old and broken from years of struggle
He was making peace
I wanted to make peace

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<a name="#012"> Humid Night in Wisconsin </a>

I walk the streets in a new city
Cars drive by with people I'll never know
Why did I see them?
Where is the girl I dreamt about last night?
When will she run up to me unexpected
Telling me everything is alright
Kissing me passionately never-ending
I hear voices of people I've never heard
I know them already
People are so different from me
I couldn't begin to talk to them
Strangers walk all around me
Never looking in my eyes
Can they even see me?
Am I really here?
Friends abandon me
Going out of their way to avoid eye contact
I am the son of God
And no one will ever know it

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<a name="#013"> Ancient War </a>

As old as the stones
That were once unseen
The ancient war is no less tragic
We struggle to find reason
Our thought is in vain
Millions did think they had it
When fear spills over
And people run and hide
We gather the dead in arms
We will strike back
We will prevail
But who is doing the real harm
We all are evil
All men still sin
The pointing will never end
Hello my mother
Hello old man
Meet my good Arab friend
He walks and talks
And hopes for the peace
That man has tryed to catch
Man needs to learn
What my Arab friend knows
Peace that settles is best
Expand your mind
Your television lies
Our minds are all the same
Where will you point
When your friends are all dead
When there is no one left to blame

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<a name="#014"> Earth Blood Illusions </a>

We cut into the earth
She screamed and shattered my illusion
I am not the owner
All I will ever know is I am to care for her
She is my mother
She is my breath
Men grew deaf and didn't hear her
Men grew blind and couldn't see her
Men grew hard and wouldn't feel her
Lying down is miserable when you know you will die
She says I am nieve
I still think we can kill her
Her kind will never end
Her kind has never begun
Ignorance is festering
Fear is penetrating
My life is over before it began
Man died years ago

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<a name="#015"> Disemboweling Her </a>

Surgical set shining
What drug did I inject her with?
Guess.

Cutting begins
Flesh is thicker and courser than
I have previously thought

Don't scream

Circular saw for the ribs
Does a perfect job
Got it at Home Depo
good price

Messy masses of tissue
Some major organs are obvious
But massed together like a raw pile of scaled fish

Slippery too

The stomach reeks like a terrible stew
I'll cut it out quickly


Liver is a healthy color.
There is blood everywhere by the way

Chainsaw
The leg saws like a flesh-covered wooden log
Blood vessels spewing blood all over

Terrible screams
"Shut up, bitch!"

I've always wanted to duct tape a human skeleton
onto myself
Like a suit of armour



-WS

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<a name="#016"> So it is </a>

In the trees breathing outside
and the sun-warmed sun in June
It is, and always was
Even when you forget
And think it isn't there

It loves when you change
and grow
and become something beautiful
But loves you too much to let you go through Hell
Nothing but healing

you'll be fine someday...
it knows

You're fine now, as well...
it knows
You're the only one who hasn't figured
that out

And with a slit grim, it knows you will
in time...

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<a name="#017"> Wisdom breeds Morality (short version) </a>

Morality breeds Respect
Respect breeds Faith
Faith breeds Intentions
Intentions breed Experiences
Experiences breed Wisdom
Wisedom breeds Respect

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<a name="#018"> In a Beautiful Debt </a>

I owe it to myself first of all
When I embark on a journey
new or old
And I get what I deserve

I owe it to my family
Who helped mold me into
a potential God among men

I owe it Eric
He got sent to prison (25 yrs)
and not me
but it really should have been me....

And I owe it to the fact
that I am physical in nature
What a miracle I am

I have a responsibility
to do what is honorable

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<a name="#019"> Escape From the Cancer Factory </a>

Place creation before maturity
And have an almost amphetamine-like approach to life
Cause more problems with no possible solutions
Give knowingly false answers to questions nobody asked

Double-pace the nations of zombies
Make them stuble twice as fast
When creating to destroy
Themselves

Cold water will kill some
Start fires to stir life; heat and awaken them
Scream until your words pour out of your lungs as blood
Wake them up

They won't remember who threw the wrench into the gears
Some will tell stories of an ambient light surrounding a tall, thin figure
The generations go on peacefully

And then no one will even remember
That none of it even mattered

-WS

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[GoddessErika]

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