Best Hellbent Poems
open your doors
close all the windows
sleeping's such a bore
suffocate it with pillows
psh, i'm not hellbent
shut your mouth
it's called character development
WOOPS. broke routine again
and the poem's gone south.
made myself out to be the bad guy
so they wouldn't feel as sad when i die
so many
so many damn times you told me
all those uplifting words regarding my significance
did i ever stop to listen?
now look at all this tension
i am the patient
you're the asylum
this heart rate is hesitant
unless you revive them
i'm the addiction and
you are the needle
i'm the mutilation
you're the scars that will heal
i am the stash
and you're the supplier
i am the match and
you are the fire
you are the truth
and i am the dare
you are the daydream
i'm the nightmare
i am the cigarette
you are the lighter
i am the pirouette
you're the choreographer
we all are so sad
we've both lost our thrill
that's just too bad but
we both know the drill
made myself out to be the bad guy
so i wouldn't feel as sad when i die
Categories:
hellbent, absence, beautiful, confusion, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
Posted 17/08/2018.
Categories:
hellbent, natural disasters,
Form:
Alliteration
Life Fled As I Sought Yet Another Day,
( verses born from the illusion of immortality, 1977)
Part One
As I went beyond that black veil,
Having trod this earth and seen hell,
I look back while daring to say,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
Yes, youth was fine in days of dust,
Love its great bounty sought, a must,
Little thought of the later pay
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
World was a ride, its glory great,
Of its sweetest pleasures I ate,
I that went about my own way,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
I a warrior born by birth,
A child of heart, a child of earth,
A lone vagabond as they say
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
A true joy, my shadow and I,
Wanderer beneath heavenly sky,
Hellbent to do just as I may,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
O' sweet future lay at my feet,
As I sought coming death to cheat,
Fate cried, " No more can you stay"
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
As I went beyond that black veil,
Having trod this earth and seen hell,
I look back while daring to say,
" Life fled as I sought yet another day."
Robert J. Lindley, March 5th, 1977
Rhyme, ( To live, love and dream, a life )
Presented 1-13-2021
Note: deleted
Categories:
hellbent, appreciation, art, destiny, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
You are an enigma,
only found hidden under leaves.
A colour in the rainbow still unseen.
Fate has formed your mind into a revolving door,
without pressing the buttons,
it remains like dead seeds,
so I became your gardener to help you blossom -
perceiving you will flourish into the rarest rose.
Only you can soothe me from your thorns.
You are a sleeping volcano, sometimes senseless,
irritated by every polish to regain consciousness.
When embers ignite within your enraged eyes,
fragile flames spiral into bitter bonfires -
visible from scorching scars on my soul.
I always wonder
is this the last time I adorn my armour,
as I follow you into your internal inferno,
hoping your fulvous frenzies
are temporary like the last star.
You are a master in your art,
but I'm an alchemist with your secret ingredients,
so I tug your strings in reverse,
but never leave you dangling in a
disorderly drunkard manner,
because you are a unique, untouched gem.
Words are vortex to your heart,
so I summon silence to keep you on the edge,
but before you fall, I'm there to catch you.
You insist it's ebony, when it's ivory,
so I tell you to go left, knowing you will go right
and when you say you cannot write,
I Whisper secrets to the wind,
aware they'll carry to you like a typhoon.
As you vent, your metaphors manifest the
honesty behind the poison in your veins.
Suppressed emotions become poetry.
When you imply, I do not feel
and you are hellbent to hurt,
your wrath leaves me hanging like a punch bag,
yet I never aim back, knowing calmness heals.
I can tell you it's the final spring,
or I've laid down my shield and sword,
but you are unable to halt the slaughter,
until the sour aftertaste becomes pleasant,
so I place sugar cubes, slowly on your tongue.
I was born to take the stones out of your heart.
In this cognitive warfare of intellect and logic,
where you push and I pull,
there is only one winner, no sinner,
as in your quest to prove me wrong,
you succeed and that my love is
reverse psychology.
Categories:
hellbent, analogy, love, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Two Sedoka's on addiction.
I think we all know someone who suffers from addiction, be it alcohol, drugs, pills or gambling.. Sadly too many judge from the action and do not see the reason behind many fall into it.
fighting addiction
chains of control solder hold
held captive to corrupt brain
unhealed trauma screams
judgement offers no respite
soul hopes to escape prison
warfare addiction
mind battles intense craving
brain hellbent to find next fix
without compassion
do not judge - support through love
save a soul that's still alive
Categories:
hellbent, addiction,
Form:
Sedoka
I studied him, just as he studied me
I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy
His eyes, black, and yet still blackening
He embraced me with a terrible fit in his mind
Those piercing eyes, saturated in obsession,
Moving up and down my steady body
He watched as I drew in resolved breaths
Sensing my growing antipathy
Beyond the ease in my tone
He shook with want
He shook with angst
“Your dark thoughts are not hidden in my sight
This you will know by my piercing stare
There is power in words,
Just as there is power in your glare”
“Then breathe with me,” He sung with sting,
“And free all of your wants and cares…
Be the master of your own destiny,
And with your straying light, impair
Me, just as you impair your faith,
Against all but your own breast,
Penetrate
Seize our moments with pursed desire
Dress me in your sweet sung fire
Darling dear, our message is clear
Among this fight we share
Take a sip of my saccharine whip
And consume the inviting dare
Be my temp as I lure you
Deceive me as I floor you
Damask me, shock me, piss on my pride,
I dare your soul to take these reigns and ride”
In my ears he sung,
“Let us be lost together…”
Like a roaring sea trapped in a restricted bowl
Ready to overflow the moment my lips consent
“Hellbent you are,” I sadly sung
“Hellbent, and dragging all the lonely with you,
How strange we have come to these crossroads,
To test our patience with lusts unspent
Hellbent, you are, hellbent!
And yet you would croak to crush all heaven-sent
Give me into your darkness, never see the day
Follow me into the light, and never be the same!
You are my lovely enticement, oh Devil, oh Prince,
Your claws clutch in my knowing heart,
And I thrash in diffidence
Emboldening me, your lure,
The stone in you has fled
Grow in this desire, sweet wings
Your light is yet not dead”
Holding me, I felt his darkness lathering me
My eyes, my nostrils, blurred in his scent
“Your light is yet not dead…” I whispered again
Fainting, eyes struggling to stay awake,
I clasped his shoulder and shook my head
For in his eyes he realized,
That his light was yet not dead
Categories:
hellbent, adventure, angst, growth, hurt,
Form:
Epic
Goddess, The Fantasy, The Dream And The Reality
Spent, exhausted with this heartfelt feeling that I must
journey forth, representative of cosmic dust;
I, stranded creature on this planet set to roam
in midst of strangers far, far from my hearth and home;
drift boldly into night's dark with defiant vow,
epic oath to live for her life, the here and now!
Recalling memories of dwarf moons and swirling storms,
goddess that once loved and held me in her tender arms;
eyes that shown with intensity of wanton desires
hot lips, that imbued in me eternal love's fires;
desperate need to live up to her expectations,
Hopeful I flew, into this far flung constellation!
On lonesome trails, haunting dreams invade my sad nights
nightmares, foes hellbent on stealing any delights;
recalled moments of her warm kisses and touch
stretching out of her arms saying, "Ï love you this much";
that smile, beaming bright as any celestial star,
her sincerely saying, "I love you as you are"!
Now lost, wandering through this world of colossal seas,
I, the traveler now issue sincerest of pleas;
with but one aim, to return to her radiant glow
race onward, with Time still and a fate I do not know;
should intensity of desire create a way back,
I'd never leave, my goddess in her deep forested shack!
Robert J. Lindley
October 13th, 2017
Categories:
hellbent, art, beauty, desire, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Lament Of A Former Dark Soul
I was: once darken shadow of a real man
Those I met soon found me so very bad
Like false gold in a rusty, shallow pan
Time eventually revealed me an evil cad
I was: the partaker of my own laments
A demon hellbent on satisfying my lust
Broken down, scarred covered in dents
Charming for sure but not one to trust
I was: a mist that wraps and engages
Smooth talker, master of the love arts
A dark, evil force when in my rages
Ripping many kind, loving hearts apart
I am: now an angel that found the Light
A prayer offered, the blessing found me
Seeking truth and mercy, all thats right
Away from darkness my soul did then flee
I am: a voice that cries to be so kind
Once wretched spirit giving out pain
Light brought truth invading my mind
That darkness, never shall return again
I was: once darken shadow of a real man
Those I met soon found me so very bad
Like false gold in a rusty, shallow pan
Time eventually revealed me an evil cad
Robert J. Lindley, 04-27-2015
Note : A sinner was I. Not as bad as my write portrays(poetic leeway) but
bad enough to see my former self in true light.
Don't blame me, my muse forced this one out of me!
I hope I did not shatter any images of my kind, and generous
self...
Categories:
hellbent, conflict, dark, destiny, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
We have a new opponent entering the game
Bugs has some competition and Marvin is his name
He’s a bit out of this world but that’s nothing new
He gets very, very angry, but that’s just between me and you
We invaded his home planet looking for clues
He has a ray gun on his hip and some radical views
He’s hellbent on destruction so he’ll fit right in
He is shorter than most with pale green skin
He doesn’t like poor bugs or the look on his face
With that being said, it should be one hell of a race
His health care plan is second to none
He is rude and obnoxious and not very fun
Marvin the Martian is now on the hill
He’s coming for old Bugs and he is really a pill
Underhanded and dirty, he has a bag full of tricks
He’s greedy and sneaky, just right for politics
Categories:
hellbent, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you
ever feel!?
Upside down
sideways
and bent
backwards?
Snowboarding
down slopes
of discontent
challenging
and
dangerous
With
temperatures
on the
flip side
of minus
forty degrees
hellbent
and
freezer burned
pleading
Traversing
the
powdery deeps
With
a slope of
snow rattling
your
bending knees
Freestyle
jumping
turning atop
breezes
while
twisting inside
Thinking
what a ride
While
in flight
then
flipping upright
while praying
to land
on a dime
with no
broken bones
in a
Wipeout
Just the
shattered
nerves
of an
athletes time
in their
moment
of
free styling
just shining
and stopping
on that
dime
Categories:
hellbent, sky, snow, solitude, son,
Form:
Free verse
Hands tick in motion but I hear naught
of the onslaught of killing time depicted.
Minutes run past me in tarred darkness
as the visions in my brain are obscured.
Clocks eat away moments of my life.
I admit I'm nearly frightened to death
of those mimed hands whose strokes
stab me with each gasp of breath I take.
Round and around, silent warning given
in gross opposition to the beastly roar,
aped by masses of such foolish people,
oblivious that my plight is also their own.
Reticence gives no relief to assault. I see
my fate's demise, and frightened I shall be
until death's full tariff has set my soul free.
Rhythmic tickings makes no difference to me.
Silence staggers my soul to substantiality.
Blinded by fear of my imminent necrosis,
I cannot traverse those two roving needles,
hellbent on stinging me to my neon grave!
Passage of time is but a travesty of life
in which man has no occasion to amend.
In the end, death haunts us all in silent
whispers; echoes of cruel scheming hands.
==========================
17th of April, 2016
Categories:
hellbent, introspection, sound, time,
Form:
Free verse
As long as
You are hunting
Luck
You are not
Worthy
Of it
As long as
You are
Chasing
Erotic love
Passion will
Elude you
As long as you are
Hellbent on
Chasing what
You can
Not have
Luck
Will not
Come
Your way.
Luck knows
Better.
Categories:
hellbent, analogy, art, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Once the dream was to make America the shining light of the world
a caring and compassionate country with opportunities for all
but after questioning the veracity of the election in America by the sham pretender since then this nation has endured the corrupt, the ugly, the distrusted who have put a damp on long held dreams of millions.
A neophyte failed businessman/politician with a narcissistic bent
of a five year old, looking for a king's crown, his fatuous transmutation has proven to be the culprit blocking his own way but denial is months away but
this dream may be reality in the making.
We who understand the damage done know are the ones
who must remove the stench he has created and the pain he inflicted
while hell bent trying to annihilate our Democratic Republic and his intent on
changing justice in America to save himself.
American's Constitution and the Bill of Rights are the hope of the world
but this administration peddles lies for control but honesty chokes them,
integrity strangles their foundations and freedoms they profess to value.
Their insidious mindset will not prevail and definitely will be challenged.
We are being devoured by manipulative small minds; their indifference,
bigotry and the all-mighty, all-consuming, deceptive profits seems to be what we are becoming. I can't believe we have been overcome with greed
and what it represents, but are we really, at heart, really that?
Will Democracy, Truth, Justice continue to be our guide, our conscience?
Will American integrity survive the current onslaught of verbal inanities?
America was great before this charlatan came unto the scene
misleading his followers and instilling his divisive absurdities.
America was great long before this pretender stepped on these shores.
It will continue to be great even greater, but these last few years he has fed lies of con to his followers derailing that trajectory of greatness
yet there are those who will follow this false Messiah's words of hatred.
White supremacists, bigots, genocidal maniacs with the mistaken idea
that this country is for them to take have a shocker awaiting them,
America will never be ruled solely by punk-pink-orange colored wannabe's
hellbent on destroying indigenous peoples of our world and our country.
Categories:
hellbent, america, conflict, integrity, loss,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Do you
ever feel!?
Upside down
sideways
and bent
backwards?
Snowboarding
down slopes
of discontent
challenging
and
dangerous
With
temperatures
on the
flip side
of minus
forty degrees
hellbent
and
freezer burned
pleading
Traversing
the
powdery deeps
With
a slope of
snow rattling
your
bending knees
Freestyle
jumping
turning atop
breezes
while
twisting inside
Thinking
what a ride
While
in flight
then
flipping upright
while praying
to land
on a dime
with no
broken bones
in a
Wipeout
Just the
shattered
nerves
of an
athletes time
in their
moment
of
free styling
just shining
and stopping
on that
dime
amidst
the
mounting
snow of
Time
Categories:
hellbent, devotion, sky, snow, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
Blue Iris,
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.
Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within its hearse.
I shall not warn my successors, no—instead
I shall laugh
A Godless laugh
From this unlit, inward tower
At the Thoms ever drawn to a fog-rent
Harbor of Lights,
Forever in flight
t’wards a searing promise:
“The shadow of your smile when you are gone.”
Softly flows
The Months; cadence down
The end of Years,
All Great Whites closely duty-bound
Gleaned russet stress and tears.
All I do
As gardens do
As zephyr hewn
Is wash my hands
I watch my hands
Just watch them grow—
Closing impossible crimes
By the cold March of Time.
Shall I catastrophe? I shall wasp anew
Geronimo! hellbent swoons: withered Eye see U:
A veldt vision on this peace of death
That singes arrows unto my breast,
Non-quietus—not of suede nor hawthorn
That singing! Unveiled Vistas Reborn.
The summer breeze made chill wastrel flames,
E'en herrings dappled across minstrel viridian
All bearing my name.
Subtlety
Is your root, surely as I inhale the palpitations
Of this noxious City so small
Yet so grand in its delusion.
Rachel or Leah? Suffice it (and damn it, too), at least Jacob’s subtle darkness
Invited crystal warmth to dine on elegant raindrops. At Life I laugh,
And Life laughs long, dreamy along kestrel seams. I dine
On sweet air.
Despised dream origin.
Quickly, quickly, awaken me—unwrap
Your blessed hearths, creature,
And begone—I despise
Your balance of whimsy; I despise
All of your beauty.
Categories:
hellbent, anger, anxiety, beauty, dream,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue