So who am I?

Those who know me name me the beast

Such a gross description for my attributes and talents

I am truly infinitely more

I am the exquisitely refined absolute expression of human pain

My touch is not blunt like the fumbling pawing of a dumb animal

Rather my work is precise crazed surgery

Like a searing laser, like an all pervasive whiplash detonating in your brain



I am the raver in your nervous system,

Yet ice cold am I, like the sweat on your brow

I am he who drives you to your feet in the dead of night

To pace dark hallways excruciating inch, after inch, after inch, after inch

Blood as thick as jam in your veins

In the very depths of your exhaustion I am alive and vital!

I am the lunatic surgeon, wrapped round your occipital nerve

Like razor wire wrapped around a rose



There is nothing in you but me when I am present

I am the shrieking typhoon of glass shards penetrating your eye,

My eye now, I demand my due

A tear of pain, the token of your suffering like no other

Bitter and burning,  hot as hell

I am he who shows the relativity of time

How do you measure a second, a minute

When each impulse you register is endless agony?

Your time stretches and crumbles into an abyss of anguish



I am despair,

I am hopelessness,

I am the horror in your soul,

I am truly the lord of fear,

I am the terror of having nowhere to run.

Should you elude me once I will step into the shadows and wait

You will wait, I will wait

When I return, I return with vengeance and fury

Well you know my rage when thwarted!



I taught you that there was no god

As you crawled on your knees and moaned and sobbed and screamed for mercy

I dragged you up to your feet again to pace the dimensions of your pain, alone.

So sensitized that the very air on your face was savagery!

There is no devil or demon, I am their archetype!

Real hell is the perception of me,

From the whirlwind in your belly to the scorched desert of your parched throat



My final mockery is to see you struggle through words

To communicate a single idea of who I am

My existence undermines the frailty and impotence of your language

I am headache,

I am primary headache,

I am suicide headache,

I am trigeminal neuralgia,

I am trigeminal autonomic cephalgia,

I am sunct,

I am suna,

I am cevicogenic cluster headache,

I am kip scale 10,

I am a jumble of letters

I am the central secret truth in your being

I am the unshakable, incommonicable  fact.   

Head got belted, eye melted,
Temple is on fire.
Ear got shot by a bullet white hot,
Brain's a funeral pyre.

Tears pouring, temp roaring,
Risk of personal harm.
Cluster bump resembles the hump
On the hunchback of Notre Dame.

Mind frying, psyche crying,
Words quite obscene.
Got too hot, lost the plot,
There is a Kip-15.

Pressure goes up, eyelid has a pup,
Nose give birth to a melon.
Brain aflame, government to blame,
Welcome to Kip-27.

To speak is to shriek, here's the peak,
Kip-94 and a bit.
Erratic, sporadic, almost orgastic,
The joys of a really big hit.

Pain diminishing, problem finishing,
Reserves totally plundered.
I used to cope but now just hope,
There is no Kip-100.

And Barbara sticks the landing...the judges cards are up.....a TEN!!!!!!! Luv ya Barb.

Joe