SORTA #1
slit my thoat
begin a new note
missed the bus
it's too fuckin' late
after awhile you get use to the pain
dead shell broken
the godless are now forgiven
systematic rage
blood red
can't escape these thoughts
too loud and consuming
should I obey
unanswered and who cares
pick a number bitch
SORTA #2
remove a layer of skin
he doesn't want to begin
now stuck between and deeper within
dripping down my spine
making me sick and disturbed
to open up and to learn
i feel like i'm on a curve
mocked just by a glance
it felt like a slap across the face
have the marks to prove it
get laided and feel like a million bucks
hard to find
you have to pay that much to feel that way
ask around pal
maybe your bride to be will like to know that you praticed
get dump and live on the street
all of sudden you are trash
brushed aside with enough care to miss you
SORTA #3
tie this human's flesh into knot
I feel so dead
blood dripping down my spine so slowly
replacing this thought with another
periodic laps of judgement
without care
you belong there
where?
a landscape in my mind
ridget, deterated and old
this space where a brain use to go
rotted out center
this transmission is broke
it's just a feedback loop
an illogic memory
repressed like the rest
SORTA #4
Listen to the voices in you head.
Pay attention and be observant.
Your answer will be in the form of question.
Within a link of sincerity.
it will make your mind quiet it's self
clearity at last through the action we take
a key will open a rusted lock to your soul
look deeper into the painting you see before you
past the shitty sercomstances
nothing is too real
where the idea of it is no longer relevant
everything blends into each other
god's experiment has failed
SORTA #5
kind hearted and unheard by the world
she widen her grib on his neck
notices the change of the seasons
like to the conduction of his decreasing health
it's not like he had that many years left
listens for his breath lessoning with every
inhale of the stail air
exhale
it's near
she tightens and so does his brow
"where's you god now?" she asked
if he had only responded
wouldn't of made a damn differnce in her mind
the life is removed from his body and the sun sets again
"just another worthless life I had to take."
SORTA #6
Darkness in my heart
I don't feel the light
catch the knife by the blade
livin' life on the edge of sanity
tryin' to get thur this day in one piece
fuckin' pig creepin' slow
serve and protect
do your job
don't harass me
I'm just attemping to walk down to road
give me a break pig
go bother someone else
I felt like I was gonna' snap
he lucky he left my presence
I wasn't strapped today
If I was he'd be dead
pigs are a fuckin' joke these days
I can't remember a time when they weren't
a tarnish image never replenished from it's presence state of hypocrisy
SORTA #7
release me from this god of hate
inhale a little bit more today
so distant and uncaring
fragile shell breaks
scattered fragments cut the flesh of the damned
they will share my agony
words like this can't be taken away
mental pain hurts worst because you can't escape it's control over you
a representation of a man lost from the angels of light's whispers
the day goes on and so does his pain and torment
trapped in a unsable mind
SORTA #8
I feel like I can't go on sometimes
in a moment of irregularity
missing the point
I can't get it out very well today
the key won't fit in the lock in my mind
rusted shut and won't budge
fuck it
I guess I'll move on
Oh shit I just wrote another poem
problem avoided through a few lines of random thoughts
SORTA #9
jagged thought process like the spiked ceiling just above me
starting to put it to together piece by piece
closer to the purpose
a being questioning it's self more and more each day
redefining why I'm here
does life really have a perpose?
answers are all I want
a longing to belong in a world that does not want to listen
I'm a blemish of my former self
beneath it all and just above the sheep
not better but stronger
a willingness to expand my conciseness and look past the flesh
life is a gift and also a hindrance
faded images are all I see
everything becomes part of the void
SORTA #10
thinking outload i remember
that shit you made me say and do
should I feel guilty?
people disgust me
society is harmless and a person is dangerious
fieled with enough rage to bust your dome
insanity is my best friend
non secical jargin is my native tounge
I can't censor myself anymore
then inside I would feel fake
skin pierces and folds off my hand
live to learn to digest a moment in time where you felt safe
a sharp pain in your side
discomfort was a like a stain on his ego
listen to no one
the thoughts in your head will lend a hand
put you on the path to oblivion
SORTA #11
I can't seem to justify these feelings
so I won't try to because I'm tired of it all
sometimes I want to take my fist and punch a hole in reality
erase people and their whole fuckin' bloodline
listen to the evil and what it betoved upon me
what's incorpprated into my mind
I'm so damn ill in how my brain inturbits information
so why not give in?
because they won't expect it
don't be what society tells you to fuckin' be
it will destroy it's self in time
crumbling from inside
someday we'll all die
in the end nobody will remember a fuckin' thing
does it matter what I wore today?
just a inch deeper in the void
SORTA #12
weapons of death will cause no more suffering
burnt green paper dipped in red ink of the inisient
their veins sucked dry and dust replaces their blood
the dust is stagnet like the progress of man
a person skin becomes plastic fill with sharp needles
they poke out because their curious
glass forms where the tissue of the eyes once was
I see my reflection in a refracted light sourse within the dark spiral
something else is missing
I have to sparated myself from what I use to know
look into the lens and see myself more clearly
maybe I might begin to know what I'm seaching for
I must go further into the void to find what I'm looking for
whatever was lost and now coming to the surface
maybe i'll feel whole one day
maybe I might learn to rest my thoughts in time
closer to a meaning
order to the chaos I feel inside
SORTA #13
look deep into my eyes
green in color like what flow throught my irish veins
do I scare you?
I should
what do you see?
unspoken because it too terrorifing to be utter in human tounge
If I was on the other side lookin' in I would be unfraid too!
are you sure you can trust me?
I don't trust myself sometimes
my own thoughts are against me it seems
the dark spiral beckon me closer
telling me to do it's bidding
who will be my next victim?
the red dot on your dome will give you the answer
but by then it will be too late for you
nothing can prevent it from occuring
SORTA #14
i was too trusting to see the deceitfulness in your eyes
I just wanted to have so company and talk to someone without being tricked
i guess i was using you but that's besides the point
i'm so pissed and lonely that i don't even remember what you did
goddamn fuckin' bitch
playing with my thoughts causing them to go against me
does this look like a fuckin' game
the hate i feel inside is melting the fibers of my mind
your lucky your not in my presence
i don't know if i can control my emotions
you clouded my mind for so long
promises that we would be together
with a bitch like you i guess it would never last that long
it's good we took a break from each other
but fuck just being friend
how much of a fuckin' moron do you take me for
i don't want anything to do with you anymore
the bond is severed
go fuck yourself
(sorta #14 is not real for those of you that think I wrote this about you! I hope I didn't offend anyone!)
SORTA #15
I feel the blood rushing through my veins
my head spins and vision blurs
nothing I'd rather be like in this moment of time
the thoughts are blending together
next will be a action I must take to purge the insanty
I snap back into realty
but only for a sec
a hand motionless to my side
I bring it up fast and make a fist
what follows I can not really remember well
the memories are now faded
I see a man croach over a stack of bags filled with white powder
his face is turn from me
looking closer I notice a dent
what happen?
I look at my hand cover in his blood and it answers my question
the rage has taken over me and I still feel nothing
same shit, different day
SORTA #16
living but not too much
how does the blue man fuction?
too many scars
the mirror in front of me
devious smiles on the outside of glass
shredded edges cut deep
we see more than most
beyond matter
listen to whispers so distant
very faint but you can still hear them
they tount and belittle
your not free
it's in your mind, feeding you lies
enough self eteem to get by for now
but the blue man has won
he's my dark spiral
a reflection of void
the path is clear
I have penetrated my mind bringing something out into the open for all to see
something we now share
lack of control
SORTA #17
the blue man and green spider laugh
together sharing experiences that are pleasant
so many good memories
they wish they could relive them sometimes
staying in the moment
holding hands in the graveyard
not a care in the world
rain hitting their faces
on all houls eve
the day they met
a special day, their day
looking into each other eyes
the passion still fresh in their minds
the grass tickles their feet as they walk
green spider points out at a star above
blue man reponses by a glance upwards as expected
"make a wish" she says
without saying anything he kiss her sofly
whipsers in her ear
only she can hear
it's a secret
nobody will ever know because it's theirs to share
SORTA #18
he masks his contempt for the norm through his poetry
an outlet without compromise
I don't understand what it all means in retrospect
but it sure helps clear my mind
alot of times I feel too over stimulated
a million thoughts per second racing in a steam of choas that is my mind
my vision of the dark spiral through the sorta
it's very close now
2 to go
but will these fuck up thoughts stop with 20
I said 10 was enough and see what happened
maybe I'll find my way through the void someday
in the mean time I'll keep screaching for the answer
but I still don't know the question very well
It's so hard to acquire the clearly I seek
SORTA #19
the host is willing but the shell is broken
dilapidated body with enormous pain
throughout my whole fuckin' body
it was pasted down to me
it fucks with my mind
I questions my thoughts alot
am I alright?
am I ok to fuction in society?
my santiy lessens each day as my frustration increases
I'm too worned out and tired
a zombie at work
I feel like I'm looking through a different person's eyes
not my own
I've become a moody person
the greenman has took over
I haven't gotten high at work in awhile
maybe that's why I'm this way
pain is dulled but now it doesn't last long enough
so now I'm back to square one
feeling like shit again
maybe I should smoke more or buy stonger shit
but theres the money issue I have to worry about
with this shitty job I can not barely get by
being a whore for the Godfather is a fulltime job
as much as I would like to, I shouldn't be high all day
It's no longer a escape
what's I am really escaping from?
is reality that bad?
SORTA #20
painting the wall with my blood
dip the pen in my red ink
pricked your finger with the point
oh so sharp and I didn't realise it was so easy
it's too easy to make the blood spill now
pain is different now
let it dripped down your digit
maybe the middle in your direction
the color changes like my mood often does
taste the death in me
dirty skin chewed noisely
I felt the decay within my fragile shell increase
the black dark nothingness
something deep instead usally blocked
pathways to parts of my mind I'd like to remember
some I'd like to keep locked away
some that little childern have nightmares from
pissed their bed and have their parent's put on a night light
repressed thoughts that lay dormant
triggered by the insignificant
SORTA final
I see the change in you
the lights dim and and so does your mood
decay from instead is on the onside for all to see
a awkward point of view
these feelings are new
look past the flesh, thur the painting
placed on the wall without a care
utilize the darkness from instead
listen closely and you'll find what you need to find
the dark spiral is in the back of your mind
like a sliver burrowing deeper
your on the bottom looking up
you feel so helpless and stuck
but I understand where I'm at
everything is clearer now
what the different levels represent
because once your where I am
you'll finally have peace of mind
but don't stay there too long
for it will consumed you
you have to get out so you can live your life
keep away from hell's knife
become more whole
piece by piece
the odd shaped parts now fit together
desite the bullshit on a daily basis
endure the dark spiral to see life for what it really is
a constant stuggle that makes you stronger in time
SORTA poems written by Mike Davey
Copyrighted: Mike Davey 2000-2001 All Rights Reserved