an angry
alliterated agony
ferociously flowing
the treacherous
tenacious trumping tactics,
tell truth tales,
of our outrageous
pompous, pontificating potus,
holding hungry hostages,
hanging hopelessly helpless;
weary worn warriors, walled
by bigotry’s belittling:
pitiful poor panicking people,
lingering like lynched lackeys;
veiled villainous vampire
dictator, dooms
democracy, demanding
america accepts asinine,
audacious aristocracy;
when will we wake
and audaciously approach
regaining revoked rights;
evil envy, eventually eviscerated?
infectious ingrained idiocy,
can’t continuously control
conscious citizens,
purposely propelling
people power,
to triumphantly
trounce this
tainted tyranny:
pretty please,
look…listen…learn…
legal legislation!
The human heart is built to be bent
An organ meant to change and mend.
But in order to adapt and truly grow,
It faces storms and dark snow.
Like that time you fell off of your bike,
A childhood scrape, a painful spike
But the bruises fade, the crying ends,
And that won't stop the path you trend
Or when at sweet sixteen you find
Your first heartbreak that leaves you behind;
A dull uncomfortable ache
Yet one you know you’ll surely break.
But oh, the pain that cuts the heart deepest
Where mountains seem to be the steepest
The fear that you are not enough
To be yourself when life gets rough.
You wonder if this grief will stay,
Or if it ever goes away
But hear me now, you must believe,
This heavy pain will also leave.
People don't see the one inside,
The person that you try to hide.
So we are given the task
To strip away the heavy mask
Life doesn’t stop, it doesn't wait,
It moves beyond fate
This endless life we’re walking through
Is like a book of faded hue
Its a coloring book of black and white
Just waiting for a splash of light.
So fill the pages, bright and bold,
Before the final tale is told
I think the first sign, at least to my mother,
was at the age of five
when I broke half the bones in my right hand
and did not shed a single tear.
I did not even pause long enough
for the pain to be considered an event.
I simply carried on with my day,
until she noticed the unusual swelling softening
the lines of my delicate hand.
She searched my face for agony -
for some proof that I remained tethered
to the ordinary laws of suffering.
But I only watched the swelling bloom beneath my skin,
with the detached curiosity
of a child watching daisies open in a spring field.
She stared at me then,
as though she had glimpsed something
standing behind my eyes:
a creature that had learned to consume pain
as casually as sugar dissolves on the tongue.
Perhaps the fracture was indistinguishable
from what I had already been taught to endure,
Perhaps it was far easier to bear
than the violence that lived unspoken within my mind.
Or perhaps it was simpler still:
I no longer found difference between agony and living.
One did not interrupt the other.
They had learned to coexist —
indistinguishable,
unremarkable,
one.
Echoes from the Abyss: The Day I Forever Fractured Your Mind
My words spilled out, a roaring gale,
A book reversed to drown your soul
To turn your fragile breathing pale.
I fired them straight into your head,
Like silver bullets forged of lead.
And there they strike, and there they stay,
To tear your shattered mind away.
An earthquake brewing in the dark,
Upon your soul, a permanent mark.
They stir and crawl from side to side,
With nowhere left for you to hide.
You beg to know the final cost
To win back everything you lost.
But hear me whisper, hear me mock:
I’ve smashed the key and turned the lock.
Deep in your brain, the rot will stay,
And eat your memories away.
You’ll writhe in pain, you’ll curse my name,
Forever trapped inside my game.
For time may pass, but you will yet
Remember me and never forget.
While make the circle complete.
As your memories fade,
I also want to shed
those moments from my mind
which I cannot regain.
Why do I hurt myself again?
Why to carry this pain?
If you cannot be mine,
then why should I confine
memories that only give me numb pain?
If you can live without me,
why should I not let those memories flee
to the unknown,
from where they can't find a way again on their own
and can't make a habitat in my mind again?
Tell me, if you are living happily without me,
why are your memories causing such pain?
Oh Almighty, hold me one more time,
give me strength.
Wipe away all those painful moments from my mind
that are causing strain.
If he cannot be mine,
then why should I carry such pain?
THE AGONY OF TODAY’S NATURING TIMES
Winter may be gone,
But springing world war is here;
Bombing away life:
Nuclear power mongers,
Exercising their nature:-
The War
==============================
We need a pair of wings
to soar in the luminous skies
and a pair of legs
to walk on the verdant terrain,
then why do you furnish arms
offering dread, agony & harsh restraint,
Who demands blood,
a hardened heart and unyielding soul ?
We require esteemed brotherhood
to guarantee our unity,
tranquil existence
and essential civility for our dignity,
then why do you impart ire,
impart brutality, turbulence & savagery,
who likes a bleak & desolate earth,
a barren land and a moonless dark night.
You may need a slendid palace,
a world of selfish kingdom,
and an ocean of fabricated tales to wage war,
But we merely need a small pond
to swim across, a leafy tree for making nest,
and a pot to cook our bread & butter;
when you will be trying to make your crown
after melting our future,
it is sure you will be no where.
Life is an entralling story
not an engineered pun,
history says,
those who traded other‘s blood in litre
their poison blood drained out in ton.
Let me fly away
to the distant pasture
where worlds meet.
I see a rainbow
resting along the cliff.
Let me fly away
to places of destiny.
Let me go
where I remain myself.
I long to search my soul.
My life has changed so much
it no longer feels like mine.
Time , another creator,
has reshaped me.
I feel
all my wings are cut.
I do not want to be here.
I want to fly away.
But my chick
has not yet learned to fly.
How do I leave him?
He will be alone without me,
and I
will be alone without him.
So let me fold my broken wings
and remain.
But when his wings grow strong,
when he rises into his own sky,
perhaps I will seek a quiet hermitage
somewhere
with my broken wings.
Accepting death not for the first time
It has been for several decades
The soul never spends a life fully
Every time it ends cynically
Once it happened due to starvation
The sinless soul obeyed destiny
Became a prey for fusion power
When it took shelter in a soldier
The six enemies trigger the mind
The counter factors of mental peace
Unheard slaughter by unseen virus
Can man flee from nature's aggression?
Every time a new impediment
Race, region, economy, ego
Vicious and sharp clutches of man-made
Is there an end for this agony?
Place: 3 rd
FLIPPING-FLOPPING DEATH
Seeking its freedom,
A fish leaps from its fishbowl:
Flip-flopping to death
OF RED RIVER AGONY
In this river,
Only crocodiles can be;
Alligators, no!
This is not only nasty,
It is red reality:-
The river’s bordering banks,
Are as red steaming lava:-
But let us not be dismayed,
There is that other river;
The rain-bowed river of God—
Banked by the soil of oneness:
Let us cross over:-
Life is often painted in black and white
nothing darker do I fear
than the stygian plight of death.
My malaise is carried with unbearable weight
remembering each waking moment when
I didn't say "thank you" or "I love you."
Self-reproach is a penance I can never fulfill
because the dreadful thief of death
took you from me in the ebon reach of night.
I'm sick of hearing the meaningless words,
"You're lucky to be alive. Life is beautiful."
My life is a beautiful lie now that you're gone.
I'd give my life to find a way to you.
An alabaster portal is locked to me,
a pitiable wretched sinner.
If I were to paint it black would there be a chance
it would be blind to see who asks entrance?
But my fear of death...
keeps me from reaching into the pale to find you.
I cower in shame.
Damn my trembling hand that quivers and shakes,
for the portal denies my entrance.
My mind is an unassailable weapon against my will.
It paints in oils that are always blurred with kohl
and the agony inside of me will never be consoled.
Agony
Maybe there are no more tears
So I wont cry
Maybe there aren’t enough words
So I wont speak
Maybe there is no way out
So I wont search
Maybe there is no hope
So ill give up
Maybe this is just a dream
God I hope so
a shriek,
a high-pitched scream echoed against the walls,
lightning flashed,
thunder rumbled deep and hard into my chest.
pain,
tightness,
ache,
sorrow.
it cannot be real, this is not happening, I cannot believe it.
to never again see,
talk,
hug,
love on,
joke,
dance.
our son was –
our only boy was –
our eldest child was –
our headache was –
our heart was –
our angel is –
forever 26.
My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.
Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart.
Agony, sorrow, deep dejection—
Reflections in my shattered mirror.
My tear burns hot enough to bake bread,
Depression drapes a cloak on my head.
Love tortures like a lonely scarecrow,
Left to frighten birds in a rice field.
The bridge between our hearts lies broken,
Our love drifted with the tidal wave,
To an abyss filled with just sorrow,
Leaving my heart without tomorrow.
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