Best Inexistence Poems
On the outskirts
of a line comprised
of two landscapes;
The distinction
is lost on how you've
managed to captivate me.
Afar, my pupils study
you several times over;
succeeded by dry run
thoughts yearning
to be verbalized.
Words escape me
walking on tiptoes,
holding on the possibility
that if heard, they
stumble not to the fore
of inexistence. Due to
clocks power, a measure
of petite conversations formulate
in between. My aroused pupils
correlate with yours...(SIGH) Your
soul accompanied by the brown sand you're comprised of
is indeed...
Exquisite.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
The Flamenco Dancer and The Bull
The acoustics of your snuffle
is an absolution
of a descending staccato
in an E chord.
Behold, my lancing third,
an urgency to trick you
with my jalapeño-colored capote,
to mask the stains of your blood
as it oozes, while I thrust
these Romani banderillas
in your neck.
Tease me with impulsive pretence
of your Berber-like invincibility,
while I magnify
your monotonous habits,
triggering the sequel
with the mutiny of these senses
in a most soulful manner.
Beware, my gitano-inspired estoque,
hidden and within a rhythmic beat cycle
in sync with a Moorish chant,
while my arms obliquely stretched
plunging to your bosom,
as I dare to move my hips
in a sultry fashion, to anchor it
in your Andalusian-unceasing being,
Oh! My Iberian-bred tragedy,
consummating my tableau
with your immortal inexistence.
Death sings its boisterous song to me
Proudly placing itself as the ruler
Of everything created by the maker
Death sings and kills me softly!
Why, unable to fall for anything else
Other than that which has been fated
For me, I remain, alive and unsatiated
Relying on Death for a blossomed release!
Death sings and pulls my soul closer to it
Readily, willingly, knowing that it shall win
While I will be snatched of my mortal skin
And deprived of any of my remaining wit!
Faced with it, I can only kneel,
In agonising pain,
Filled with tormented disdain
Why, pretending to be made of steel
Is certainly not a task for a frail hearted poet
I'd rather lose myself in Inexistence
Regardless of how, then, life would dance,
As, it would seem that I have already lost the bet!
Pray, I choose to sit and cry in lauded religious books
Hoping to be noticed by the God of all mankind
Hoping then, that He might scrap me off life's line
Since Death is already the greatest of its monarchs!
18 August 2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart
A silencer that speaks not of itself
Waiting for the beckoning to come
It shuts its ears from speech
But listens to the heart
Where comes the enticement
You perceive it like its the enticer
You see it like it is inescapable
But fail to remember its helplessness
By the ignorance of the fact
That it waits
It smiles
At the conversations of the heart of
some
Who sit on the fence
But gets a setback by those of others
Who have crossed on
You give it the power to leap
From the point where it waits
To the beckoning heart
By the inexistence of willpower
Which is revealed in thoughts
Like a magnet, it leaps
Straight into the weak heart
Cheerfully gives out its pseudo
strength
And engulfs the strength in the heart
With which it is able to do more
Which puts a smile on its lean face
It shakes it tails
At the sight of the weak heart
But shivers at the sight of the
courageous one
Which makes it a coward
Which joys at the weakness of the
weak.
"What is death to a man
But to have his life ended?"
Please.
Don't be so lackadaisical.
Death to a man
Is the man's paradise.
Where the pain that construed
him
Nurtured him
And taught him how to live
In a lifeless realm,
Is ripped from his soul.
So that even through
inexistence
-The downright lack of mind and
self-
Is cause to live.
The winds lifted me up
And pushed me
Towards there
Where roads, four in all,
Diverged!
Upon each one of these
Was written on a signboard
Their destination!
One was Love, One was Faith,
One was Mundanity and one was Inexistence!
Aimless and lost in a world
Which belongs not to me
Aimless and lost
Fed up even,
I already knew which one
Of these I had to choose
As,
The skies and the power that
Rule them
Have already guided me upon my way!
There was where Love sparkled,
Brightly
Upon its signboard
There, where the mere thought
Of it
Melted the stony Queen
That inhabited me!
I chose to clip off my wings
And to walk
Towards where I am fated
But,
Dismayed was I
To find a no entry sign there,
Hidden by the leaves of a huge
Maple tree
Almost, as if,
The sign was ashamed of itself
Merely for being there!
I swallowed my gulp
Bit my lips
Fought my tears
And hid
The shattering noise of my heart
As it broke into pieces
Which would never ever
Be able to be assembled back together
As,
No one
Has ever witnessed
Typhoons' reformation after their
Natural disintegration!
So,
I chose to cover my head with my veil
And to kneel
To pray,
Asking the skies
To be merciful towards me
As I took the lead in my own fate!
I walked towards there
Where it was written
Inexistence!
The road there was murky and dark
No winds blew there,
No birds chirped
No rain fell, no sun shined,
No love felt
No tears shed,
No battles won or even lost,
Why,
There was nothing there!
And there was where I chose to go
Knowing that no more
Was I to be tormented
No more was I
To even pretend
Or to even try not to sin!
There,
Was bliss
And there
Was the end of my journey!
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Sponsored by Silent One
Written on 21st Sept 2019
Inspiration nowadays seems
to have left or died
I feel lost and unsure,
as misery eats me from inside.
Everything around me
appears dull an uninviting
As if joy has departed
to see to its own liking
My once strong faith in the future,
now looks hazy from where I stand.
Feeling unabashed and uninspired
it’s forcing me to hold your hand
Not knowing who to turn to,
or where to search for the light.
Blindfolded by life running around
in circles I’m falling deep into the night.
Shouting out in silence hoping
someone will hear my plea
Drowning into inexistence
Is like a slow death to me.
Finding it almost impossible
To fit in or pull through
I need an escape from reality
A place that I belong to
Feeling alone sometimes
And too different from the world
I need a happy medium
In which my potential can be twirled
Struggling to follow my heart and intuitions
That have been silenced by the rational mind
I fight to infiltrate this wall that grows
And buries you from behind
Suffering from the lack
of care and attention I find myself astray.
Perhaps I need someone
But not just anyone in whose arms I could stay
To help me paint the skies with words
that linger in the heart no matter what
To fill the senses of the world with
The love that they forgot
To rise above the melancholy that’s
Been ripping up my heart
And fulfill my dreams and aspiration
That keep me going from the start
So it seems that you’re my only hope from
Committing an inspirational theft
So please don’t forsake me
For you are all that I’ve got left.
That grip I longed for
Decided in a second faster
Than my yearn
But was much slower to catch up
With another second
... I sank
You touched my soul
But it was too late
Now ripped from your world
To the world
That liquefy pains;
Those streams
That water your cheeks
We'll miss each other
But only you will notice
For in this state
No sadness nor happiness
Just eternal inexistence
Gawking at your emotions
If only you were on time
My heart would still be busy
With pressure, pleasure and pain
Soaked in red and with beats
Coming at intervals.
We can eye God with our eyes, of denial
we can feel God with our soul of belief
It is natural to sense God in all tiny things...
Impossible is not sight him
with so much presence....!
there is proof of blindness for such evidence
We proved his existence
not proving his inexistence... !
For my purpose in life had I always been searching
Ever since I grew up and became conscious
That humans live only to die;
That they are mere dust particles spread over
An uncertain surface
A surface controlled by an entity they perceive not
An entity powerful enough as to shake that surface
As easily as humans themselves would shake rug mats
To clean them!
Of my purpose in life had I been made aware of
One day, when the skies shook and rattled
When I got thrown into moving sands
And had no other option than to give up!
Yes, the mysticism that surrounds life and
The uncertain surface that makes it up
Whispered to me, through waves which reached
My soul
That my purpose in life
Is to meet with my beloved
A beloved with whom I've shared ties for many previous lives
A beloved who accepted to fall unto this uncertain surface
For my sake, knowing that I acted out my fall
Simply because I had not been able to bear with the pains of love!
Pray, the mysticism of life has again whispered to me
My beloved has been revealed to me
For him, I shall cast away my ego, my pride
My identity, my fame, my success
For him, I shall be a purist;
One willing to enjoy the sweet aches of love,
As if I were a knave deprived of emancipated rights!
For him, I shall be a puppet
Acting out as he wills me to!
And, if ever the powers of Maya's illusion get stronger than me
So stronger that the beloved's awakening to his purpose
Moves him not,
So much that he tends not towards me,
Then, my sole and dutiful purpose
Would be to seek the state of Inexistence
Whereby neither the joy of love nor its pain
Would matter!
4th June 2018
The words that rends the air everywhere is
We are in a computer age,
Well that's true but my message is
Be life cautious.
Love everything that has life
You are trying but in other way,
You are equalizing the living kingdom
Into a single hierarchy.
My words are simple
Love all creatures;preserve nature blesslife,
Becareful of a civilization
That put too much stock in science.
Unlimited endeavour to preserve life
Will result to an unending,unforgetable regret,
Of the inexistence
Of the natural gift of life.
Africans chose independence,
colonizers accepted their wishes
And brought them neo-colonisation
Which looks like modern incarceration
As they have limitations of rights
Locally and internationally
Which is opposing liberty
And so called democracy.
Some people of good hearts out there,
What do you think when Africans banks
Reserves are in control of some colonisers?
As colonisers continue taking decisions
on all African matters proves the inexistence
of the African Union institution.
What is a next good move for Africa and Africans?
I can see some riots of many Africans
and chasing out some western soldiers
in different UN peace missions,
pointing them to be wars promoters
And robbers of their natural resources.
People of good hearts do you accept their claims?
In democracy we must understand
the voices of the majority,
if not... it is an imposition
which is much dictatorial.
People of good hearts don't you smell
the arrogance of some world leaders?
Where love operates,
there are no some colonizers
who dictating other leaders.
There is no so called democracy
which is neo- colonisation.
July 2nd 2023
Cursed be the evening,
in which anger and despair
lead to mourning perpetually
under the night's chilly air
To rise when the eyes see,
the sun's gaze upon the earth
is unwishful to one who seeks rest
thousands of feet below the dirt
Forsaken he is, if that's what he felt,
Hung to the trusses by a belt
let the moment of inexistence
strike once the clock hits twelve.
I hear
A weeping quarantined widow
I peer
Through my sealed window
I fear
The unattended corpse below
A tear
Slips out in limbo
The atmosphere
Hurling my emotions akimbo
This year
Death’s started to winnow!
My career?
The lockdown let it go
I’m now a cashier
With no cash flow
A spear
Deprived of a throw
It’s clear
The life you know
My dear
Can deteriorate into zero
Be Mr. Shakespeare
Or just a bimbo
Oh dear son,
Wonder where’s science?
Science sense
Has fled into a maze of inexistence
But pray and have confidence
In this social distance
It’s a mutual response
To this traumatic circumstance
Of course I miss you
More than you do kiddo
But still when I’m near
Give your cuddle to your pillow
If we don’t make it this year
At least we’ll be called heroes
By generation that will survive
This remorseless woe
Place after place
City after city
I have been searching
the liking that I deserve;
the spirit, a physique might have
snuggled.
The idea regarding his inexistence
excites me,
Then the lies I feed myself
might subside me.
It's in my eyes, the living desire
can't thee see!
I ask if he believes in me?
I ask if I can as well?
I ask if I must await,
a guy I believe
may never walk the aisle?
omitted vowel: "o"
DATE-29/6/2021