Writing+Poetry
Welcome to The Ink Well!….
This is home to Brandon Scott’s subconscious mind…
Do not be alarmed…
but beware…
words that flow here, cause delusion and hysteria…
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Designed by Brandon Scott
PEACE + FREEDOM
by Brandon Scott
The jangled teeth, protruding jaw-
gentrified seclusion-
we are the keepers of liberty-
shadow and forgetfullness-
we are freedoms hollow vessel-
the fringe of woven uncertainty-
Red, our thirst-
White, our forgotten purpose-
Blue, our boiling blood-
CREATION-
DEVELOPMENT-
ATROPHY-
REBIRTH-
The Tarnished Patriot-
PEACE + FREEDOM-
Benevolent mask of denial-
Turning men into stone-
PEACE + FREEDOM-
forever etched in serpentine cataclysm-
turning men to ravenous dogs-
PEACE + FREEDOM FOR ALL
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Test Tube PLaNeT
By Brandon Scott
Alabaster faces-
Stoned on a cross…
Hollow grins,
peeling in the shadows…
Rum stained lips,
as clever as the cleavers kiss…
Cut them down,
the seraphim, seraphim…
Hung in silence,
drawn up to the sky…
Head in fowl position,
Heart within the feed…
Mood in rusty hallows,
buried by disease…
razor-wire,
open fire,
what of me, do you require?
Cieling fan,
the working man,
the thought of you, beneath my tire…
This, our larva…
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The offspring twists and coils under bleak fluorescent light. In stunned confusion, the masses of infested embryo squirm about on the cold laboratory table. As the light dims, and test lamps ignite. The course of our life flashes in front of us.
This test tube life…
of willing manipulation….
this test
T
U
B
E
PLANET
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12.13.09
Carry Burden
by Brandon Scott
I carry my burden-
tricks in my sleeves-
THIN- as the reluctant trick busting overtime…
fleeting purity on Fifth and Grand-
wrapped in bright and shiny paper…
fleeting beauty-
and fleeting fascination-
put myself through the grind-
infernal degradation-
chiseling away-
our fallen commander-
a fleet without direction-
a night screaming surrender-
neon afterglow-
tricks in my mind-
saw my head, spinning round-
tried to catch my breath-
throbbing echo-
I thought this place looked familiar-
I carry burden-
tricks in my sleeves….
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Roses And Ammonia
by Brandon Scott
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The condition is right-
In this shade of night…..
The apple rolling into position…
Look at that shine-
Glistens- the craving…
Baptism of the wicked-
She brushes his shoulder-
Carries the wound like her own-
He, blind of demeanor-
Prays for release-
The shove comes to push-
Backwards world-
Intersecting lines-
Parallel universe-
A highway spread across a protruding landscape-
Capsules aligned as the contents shift and shake-
Roses…..
Ammonia…
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Careful while in spin-
Careful not to grin-
The directress is watching-
stitched, are them eyes..
Thorns soak in chemical…
Petals in the vile…
She wilts- and he’s diluted
Nothing more worthwhile
Roses and Ammonia
Scattered by the wall-
Roses and Ammonia-
Scattered down the hall-
Roses and Ammonia
Scattered like us all…………….
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November 15th, 2009
“Socket+Knife” by Brandon Scott
Preface by the author:
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago. It is meant to be explicate, as it depicts the thirst of a woman’s sexuality and need to be comforted- crossed with the overbearingness of a man’s domination over her. There is symbolism of rape and submission here and imagery that serves to accent the severity and tragic irony of her role in this disjointing of purity. The picture goes with the poem…Take it as you may…
- Brandon
Socket+Knife
She carries her sickness-
Thick like the tunic that she wears-
She’s spread open like the mornin’-
Red that runs from where it tears-
Bites her lip in self submission-
White knuckles void of life-
Feels alive in her division-
She’s a socket, he’s a knife-
Take her to the bone-
her moan-
FEAST upon her skin….
Take her to the core-
She’s sore-
Breathe her deeply in-
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November 10, 2009
His Mask Bewilders Her Tonight…
By Brandon Scott
His mask bewilders her tonight…
She wonders why eyes seem borrowed in the stillness…
his eyes,
given inherently to shadow and separation-
stolen perhaps…
The threads of tepid uncertainty..
Shining unavoidably through the thick disguise-
He’s hiding something…
choking the stronghold…
taking her breath, like the kicking of a chair-
a dying fetus-
a moment of merge,
between be, and un-be…
the jolt.
sorrow and inferiority…
Cry.
-cry the broken stoic-
the music man fooling them all-
deafening them in a shroud of falsity…
His hands, how they tremble…
in fervent exhaustion…
all together, without order, impaired…
nuclear solace…
in palpitating time-bomb…
awaiting deployment…
His mask bewilders her tonight…
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FACTORy
By Brandon Scott
The night births metal-
shifting and shoving, through the narrow of the glass…
I breathe in a scent of heavy gasoline-
Caught in a shroud of masculine strenuosity-
Open is the chasm,
of heaving, robotic flow-
vulnerable to the internal rhythm -
synchronized, is the movement-
the pulse of the factory….
Pulsing and pulsing-
The rhythm-
The breathing-
The ebbing-
The FLowING-
The dying -
The knowing-
The many hours lost within-
quivering and pale, within the pale green light-
Fading-
And Forgetting-
The many people lost within-
The many hours cost within-
within-
without-
Where is the exit of this mechanism?-
EXIT
EXIT
EXIT
EXIT
EXIT
EXIT
EXIT
EXIT———————————————————>
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