Best Existance Poems
Nirveda (sansk.) - aversion to existence
"The existent there is no cessation". Bhagavat Gita, 2.16
Addicted to existence, I may slain
or, maybe, they may slain me. I may die
a hero or, unknown, die in vain.
I may live righteously, I may abstain
from sins like Abel. Or, vice versa, I
may overstep the laws of God like Cain.
None of that matters! Destined to exist,
scourged by two demons, life and death, I plea
for non-being, nothingness, for sweetest tryst
with dreamless dream. Oh, woe is me! Deceased
or full of hateful life, I have to be
until I understand the very gist
of cruel, God knows whom invented notion
that long drained streams must flow into the ocean.
aba, aba, bcb, bcb, dd. I have no idea what this form is called. If not called yet, I hereby anoint you a Terzonnet)
Believing in you is
Being just you, the simplicity of you
Embracing each twist and turn
Stepping outside the confines of your mind
Revealing truths and bringing clarity in chaos
Engaging in the art of the here and now
Changing dark unnecessary innateness
Diving into each brushstroke, swaths of colorways
Letting the moment paint a masterpiece uniquely yours
Freeing up the shackles of the mind
Feeling compassion of heart and soul
Taking a voyage to the center of universal reality~
Shedding many prejudices indelibly embedded in thought
Unmasking anxieties that do not change the world,
serving only to distract causing mental coil
Trusting your instincts is your compass
Off putting, although valuable truth may be
a diamond amidst pebbles
Experiencing every morsel of life’s banquette
Like a blank canvas and nothing to paint
I stare into oblivion with no sign of life
Body a statue, so tense locked tight
A darkness a shadow, will never leave my sight
To someone so little a very trusting existance
On reflection such an intrusion of innocence
Adults speak such lies which look like truth
Freightened, confused, just run and hide
Locked away files, memories stored in the mind
Permanent, cannot be erased, scared for life
Sometimes thoughts stone cold, my heart is dead
To this day fight to feel free, a will to the very end
The dream is still within
How painful high school has been!
Should I drop out? Scream and shout?
What in the world is life about!
My existance may seem
To be but a dream
But still have love's light
I won't give up this fight!
Hatred
Everyone
Loving
Lucifer?
Fearful are we all to the call of death
To things that lead us down a road to insurrection,
But in an instance came what’s left
To the miracle of our existence!
Blow on the sounds through darkened sky
Where time passes swiftly on;
Until in the silence that we perceive
Appeared thoughts of our existence!
Speak below thy breath of wayward seas
The crash of its thundered waves,
Here in the wonder of seasons change
And the miracle of its existence!
Sometimes we fill our lungs with songs of life,
Sometimes with those of sad regret,
Sometimes is held what trust instills
And the miracle of its existence!
Good-by to lines of moral verse,
Farewell to a summer rain,
Good-by what’s held over those instilled
And the miracle of our existence!
There is no black without white
There's no darkness without light
There is no noise without silence
No pain without violence
No love without hate
No doubt without fate
No is without am
No don't without can
And no god without I AM.
As the dust starts to settle in
Rejoice into the holy spirit
A memorable occasion has been achieved
The tongues have been spoken
As the wind starts to unwind
Rejoice into the word
A memorable occasion has been conquered
The sins have been shown
Be grateful,
It is the glory of the Lord
That Modifies the path
A blessing in disguise
It is the manifestation of a belief
That achieves the performance
A uniqueness of an individual
The human being at its best,
As the sea starts to rotate
Rejoice into the movement
A memorable occasion has been seen
The tongues have been released
As the clouds starts to clear
Rejoice into the fresh air
A memorable occasion has been selected
The blessing have been given
Be honored
Back in the day I used to think that death
could turn the flaws of life into its merits
like water into wine. As though breath
pursues breath out, death, I thought, inherits
a darkness of a dreamless sleep innate
to life. Alas, it soon became apparent
such nouns as "asphyxia" and "faint"
or, say, the adjectives "astray" and "errant" -
they do exist and their existence makes
the errant souls go astray and exit
wrong doors...
Whilst Author plays at ducks and drakes
on the existence, his persona legs it.
4/30/2019
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The sun shadows spots
On the other side
Where the day breaks
Over no love in sight
Ill just cast off
My angels pride
Clip my wings
In spite
The ghastly voices echoing
For eternity they shall ring
From the lowest dimension
Ever known
They are crying out
About being alone
For goodness sake
The badness wins
Every once in a little while
Is it wrong for me to smile
Wingless, my mind still flys
An earthquake shakes
The epicenter
From fault lines
The doubt can enter
Growing feeding on
Your weakest link
A chasm erupts
Into a divide
With differences standing
On either side
Living dead,
Or just dead living
Not one thought
Is really worth giving
If no control is owned by you
Spiraling thoughts
The death of you
And the coldness freezes
The lovers pride
After this existence
They reunite
A rendezvous
for one last kiss
The soul leaves the body
The same way it enters it
Like a baby born into
A plane of infinite mysteries
I got no time for slithering snakes
Twisting themselves into different shapes
I just keep my distance until they slither away
Because today im not trying to get bit in the face
And having its venom filling my veins
Drifting in and out of consiousness and slipping away
If it gets close to me
I'll chop off his head and skin him with haste
End its life with the quickness
Bring silence & crickets to its spineless existance
What defines flow
to coffin from womb
am I a shell -
a cloak shrouding neon
or am I
an oyster
devoid of pearl,
simply meat, drifting
between rock
and coral -
no divinity but squal for the sun.
Questions running rampant
Foremost in my mind
Needing reassurance
Security I just can't find
Lost in the confusion
As chaos reigns supreme
So hopeful yet uncertian
When nothing's as it seems
The comfort of your arms
Again, wrapped 'round me
Right now, could ease these worries
Make theses fears cease to be
I looked into the darkness
But nothing, could I find
Praying every second
Not one, did I let slip by
This quest looms so unending
Seems, forever, I've searched in vain
With all emotions failing
Conquered by the pain
I used to know the answers
To these questions in my mind
No doubts, nor fears, nor worries
Never one, could I find
But somewhere along loves journey
My faith did surely wane
I know only that I must find it
Or live, forever, with this pain
I need your love to guide me
To shield me from the cost
If only you could help me
In this search for what was lost
i fear the price we both would pay
If, at this task, I fail
Would, surely, be our hearts
Forever lost in hell
An agony beyond endurance
A pain too deep to bear
Left soulless in the wake
Screaming with despair
All alone in misery
Ever after, our souls are tainted
Stained by all the memories
That, together, we created
As empty arms grow desperate
And our hollow eyes fail to see
the bitter fear and anger
As it creeps up on you and me
Both, smothered by the pain
Discouraged by the distance
Always reaching for one last chance
Our love, fighting, for mere existance.....
Waiting to die is not living.
I’m merely here simply existing
To live is to love be happy and free
To set out and conquer who I want to be
Waiting to die is not living
I’m merely here simply existing
Life is to be lived to the fullest with no regrets
To do all the things I’ve ever dreamed of but haven’t done yet
Waiting to die is not living
I’m merely here simply existing
Time is of the essence and we must live in the presence
So if I’m given the choice of dying or living or just simply existing
I choose life and I’m going to live it everyday as if it was my last
Never looking back or regretful about the past
Life… I’m ready to live it I no longer want to be here just in existence
I want to use what time in this life that I’ve been given to stop waiting to die
And get busy living
What does it mean - a human being?
Know this: Satan is not my king!
Let's rejoice in the Lord and sing!