The Minds Metamorphosis

Copyright © 2018 by Keith E. Iholts II.

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CONTENTS

About the Book

Chapter 1: Abstract

Birth Or Death?

Breath

Invasion of the Flesh Eating Zombies

My Father and I

Troll

Dead Weight

Worthless

A Date with Death

I Just Don’t Know

The Dark Corner

The Box

Willing Captivity

By God, the Sandman’s Quit Again

Want to be Free

Chapter 2: Gothic Poetry

Red Ink

Pin Cushion

Resting Place

Hell Eyes

March of the Husk

Branded

The Harvest

Generational Decay

Echo

Graveyard

The Great Freak Show

Eyes

Loneliness

Clean Living

Final Resting place

The Unwanted

Mirror

Judgment

Death is a Stalker

Life’s Typical Decor

A Joke Called Love

Hell, Hath No Fury Compared to Thee

Uncertain Times

A Flowers Layers

Black Banks

Blood Oath by the Drowning Pools of Lost Faith

Eternal Reprise

Innocents Pit

A Woman’s Thirst

Loves Casket Feast

My Worlds Merger

No Mercy, no Escape

The Lying Mirror of Two Worlds

Chapter 3: Essays and Narrative poetry

Emily

Emily Part 2

Nightmare and Musings of a Broken heart

Unnecessary Divisions

Wisdom Begets the Sight of Folly

The Simple Cottage

Who am I?

An Essay on the Progress of Mankind

Hope?

Chapter 4: Love Poems

The Forge that Burns Cold

Lost Dreams

Siren’s Whispers in the Dark

The Unnamed Lullaby

Sonnet 1 (The Journey of Orpheus)

What I really Lost

Sunshine

Just Another Love Poem

Shattered Surfaces

Strong Desires (The Original)

Strong Desires (The Remake)

Thawing

Winters Advocate

Pretending To Be In Love

The Love Shadow

Forbidden Love

Chapter 5: Spiritual

Sonnet 2 Dove without an Olive Branch

Lord of the Broken

Altar of Tears

Finding Myself in Eternity

Promise

Sleepwalking in God

Weary Soul

Moonlight

In Need of GPS (God’s Positioning Service)

Never ending search

Would you?

Breath

The Great Divide

Hunting Myself

A Lesson from Nature

The Modern Prodigal

Broken Art Displays in the Sky

Grandpa

Fence Sitting

The Canvas We Pour Ourselves Onto

Broken Ties

Chapter 6: The Minds Metamorphosis

Brimstone Preaching

Footsteps

Severed Limbs and Parts

Sonar Identity

Green Rush

Darkness is a Perspective

The Next Evolution

Weed The People

Just Wondering

Circles in the Sky

Blank Canvas

What Time is it

Chauffeur

The New God

Violated Puppet

Who’s Laughing Now

Peeling Away the Shades

This All Seems To Familiar

Your Attention Please

Two Faced

Redneck Paradise

Times Transition Into Life

Twisted Fangs

A Land to Call Our Own

Demolishing Sand Castles

The Fate of Icarus

Gaze of Eternity

The Last Kiss

Baptized in Fire

Lost Dreams

Resting Place

Word Paint

High Travels

A Well Lived Life

Voice of the Silent Majority

The Message

ABOUT THE BOOK

This collection of poetry is a story of my life and of changes that have contributed toward what I am today. The poetry ranges from love poems, spiritual aspirations, gothic, abstract and narrative. It is a collection of how an autistic see’s the world as if looking out the window at the world yet never able to join. This book contains controversial subjects and profanity as censorship of language goes against free expression. This book contains a variety of poems and short stories that have impacted my life as well as show the particular torment a person lives with having PTSD. I wanted to show the world what looking at the world from my lens’s looks like and I am sure there are countless others who prefer a realistic approach as opposed to ignore the hardships this world thrusts on people. A unique perspective of life

I also hope to make aware to people the dangers of religion in how to be controlling. There is a section of poetry from my Christian days that I have kept for the sake of art. From my experiences in living in fear of Christian brimstone preaching which a lot of that fear underlies my earlier work as well as a deep relenting anger at my oppressor that I feared which was religion. Regardless I would love to discuss the role of religion in people’s lives and determine how we can live in a society that practices spirituality as opposed to strict rules that are open to interpretation. Traditions is something I have come to hate which can be found in the later portion of the book.

Finally, it is my hopes that my creative writing might inspire further creativity and expression of personal experience. I wish to share my art and have an intellectual experience that opens a person’s mind to a bigger universe then they perceived.

CHAPTER 1

ABSTRACT

The first set of poems is my abstract collection. These are some of the works with a twisted reality governed by its own concept of laws. I use abstraction to grasp on concepts we often overlook or consciously subdue. This allows me to reveal the world through the stained glass in order to retrieve a brand-new perspective into life’s enigmas. Sometimes it is easier to understand a difficult concept by looking at it from a metamorphic perspective to align its mysteries into a comprehensible whole.

* BIRTH OR DEATH? *

Trapped, hot, sticky, closure all around me can’t break free, the womb enclosure, breath so sweet yet far from me

Burning air stinging me never, never, never, never, never

Always, always, always there smiling in the dark bearing cruel tricks to take

Gasping, gasping, gasping, gasping…

No freedom from the closure that tightens, gripping, squeezing, tearing, bending, crushing, damn it Let me be free…

Silence, no more air…no more air…

* BREATH *

Paths along shadows lined with black roses

I fall…

Holding the hem of breath

A veil of thin dress wafting in the winds of thought

Trimmed icy dressing of time lining frigid dressings of time

A book holding life’s sacred secrets;

The judge,

The jury

I choose.

Whether passing black or pearl determines home

Either place I go you lie in wait to behold

Where I walk or cry depends on where my heart will lie

Gold or fire will embrace my feet that feared night

Smoke and light compete to find what my eyes shall behold in their sight

Tongue shall meet either bitter or sweet

Visions that haunt my dream are the results of what father time bleeds

Words are but paint in which we began upon this world our spirit and light.

Upon the pool of creativity, we reflect unto the world our sight.

In our madness, we delve deep into creativity.

For that which we can bear no sight the mad dip into insanity.

For only can we see beyond the veil of reality and create that which never existed, a new birth in our world. Only a madman can behold the world to see its potential.

Only with the touch of insanity can we see beyond the veil.

Only we can perceive alternate realities.

We share the power of God deep within our hearts.

His presence guides our touch.

* INVASION OF THE FLESH EATING ZOMBIES *

Amongst the shallows of my wayward heart, I knew of its Presence

I felt it as a thin pinch on my numb forearm

Like a quickly thrust can on an overloaded shelf

A lacking of certain distinguished revelation

Only the day before I could pick it out from the piles of hay,

its sharp point gleaming

Now there is only a mass of sharp steel,

peering from the heavyweight of Security

Can’t find it now

I suppose it’s gone to be replaced by a more necessary power

Scattered remains of stolen steel

Number them!

That was the Solution

After the insult to authority in the name of hay,

After the countless clones running around borrowing from themselves,

the trembling giants leaving their dust covered cloud

The asylum of supposed fanatics cried out I told you so

Your assumed doctorate in everything means nothing to me

Accredited researchers and backing your Sources is dead

Oh, I know how far we have come,

this parade of Unquestionable Acceptance

Love Speeches, Imprisoning Haters

Hunt down those who refuse Tolerance

Marching through the fog-kissed streets

In the early hours of morning in your armor protected jackets

Sure, we have come to the Ultimate Acceptance, while the rest

of the world burns until You proclaim Victory on the mounds of flesh You skinned from the

monsters You marked

Ashes smoke as a final blanket

Except the Throne of Power engulfed in the middle of a sea of fire

* MY FATHER AND I *

My father and I stood across a chasm of plastic thought.

A thin veil of translucent wax, thick splattered across.

Never crossing the airy bridge left to rot.

He stood; I walked along the ridge seeking relief from that damn clock.

I called; he answered with echoed knocks.

I bled, and he would not.

He asked, Who? I asked, What? He asked, Why? I asked, Why Not?

He held his breath, screaming.

I began to run; he only walked a slow trot.

This way you fool!

Who said that?

I don’t know. Turn off that damn clock.

I broke the window; I ate your soul.

I am your mistake, I am your folly! My hands are dirty.

Well, no wonder! You were cleaning a meat grinder.

WELL, IT WAS FULL OF GIBLETS. CAN’T YOU SEE?

First let me deal with that damned slob.

I don’t care what you said about the picture. It just doesn’t fit.

What is all this amiss?

It’s your severed heart. Good lunch.

Eat your lunch; I’m sick of hearing your mouth.

Forget it, this Never ends.

I crawl down the abyss.

I found his side full of crap.

I went back through the door.

The door is locked.

Wait, this is my spot

So dark

Forget it; I never tried to get it.

* TROLL *

I went to go see the troll today

He was in the beautiful valley

He must have been in the moors because his feet smelled like crushed decayed children

I found a trail of dead crows; he must have been hungry

He was tucked neatly away in a corner

I could see his eyes looking right at me

Two stop lights urging me forward

I sought him out to ask some questions

I asked him why he had to eat my arms and legs

Thus, came his reply:

Pulled them right out of their sockets

Took a good chunk out of me

They grew back but just as cheese

I don’t know what to do with string cheese arms and legs of log cheddar

I begged him to eat the cheese but he only seems to like human flesh; it’s so filthy

and that is what he likes

I told him to just eat them; maybe something better would grow up

Then he took my limbs to beat those damn lemmings that are always crawling up out of my

coagulated skull

Smashing them into little red bone pies

Laughing like the moronic giant fiend it is

His cloddish self-pleasing grin

I tried to kick him with my lactose intolerant legs

Thus, was his reaction:

He just brushed at his pale skin with a crooked smile

He said I liked cheese so please partake of such delicacies he boasted with pride as he

crammed it down my throat

As he gnawed on my bloody limbs he consumed with glee

Stuffed me like a turkey, but only took the limbs

He ran off with his large blue ass hanging in the wind to let me know how he got away

I would rip these screwed up limbs of mine off but they’re just too flimsy to remove

I know you have heard this a million times

I don’t care that you don’t want to hear it

I’m just hungry

* DEAD WEIGHT *

I dreamed of ivory tonight

I saw the towering picture of his deathly grin obscured by prison water

He was the prize of captains, the picture of strength

A legend held now by simple wood

How armored tusks could not save your beastly hide

Did the tears of irony seep your heart?

To hold imaginable weight and strength in a hopeless plunge

I wonder how the mere irony of your humbling capture add more grief in your death

Did you know of your unstoppable weight until it caused your sinking?

In death did you finally understand much power you held?

The power that left you to the depth of watery hell

Did the chains even contribute, but boast of your execution?

Would it be better to make your home on the seafloor rather than parade the weakness that had you held down?

Even in your ridiculous end you became an idol unto foolish men

Yet you never knew this coming, you only knew the chains of strength

* WORTHLESS *

Come here and take your clothes off and we’ll see

It’s cold and I don’t want to get my feet wet

Do it we need to get a good look at you

Fine, but don’t look at me like that

Ok, what we have here is a flaw we need to deal with

It’s just a freckle. What harm is that?

It might grow to be a big freckle that swallows your body

Fine, so what do we do with the freckle?

We peel it off slowly

Won’t that hurt?

Not too long it won’t, try not to scream while I peel, it will hurt my ears

Just do it quickly, not slow, I don’t want to linger in it

There now we have to deal with that gaping wound it just don’t match

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