Best Self Annihilation Poems
Science classes in the sixties were different than they are now. While hippies
protested, science kept its calm. Matter was arranged in tidy molecules of
atoms with tiny electrons spinning around. Everything was in order and
could be predicted with a slide-rule. Sir Isaac Newton may have died in
1727, but he still got us got us to the moon and back.
Some two centuries or so after Sir Isaac, physicists, chemists, mathematicians,
statisticians, and who knows who else, got together and decided to go into
cosmology. The universe of Newton and Einstein was set on its random ear.
Quantum Mechanics was in, and became cooler than absolute zero.
Electrons started jumping randomly from one energy shell to another around
their bewildered nucleus, instead of circling like planets in an ordered,
predictable fashion. The constantly-changing universe the scientist saw
became a function of the moment in time the scientist observed it. Subatomic
particle-waves were discovered which could not decide whether
to be matter or energy. Space was not empty after all, but filled with darkmatter.
Everything was expanding. And now, string theorists talk about arallel universes!
It’s enough to give anyone a headache. A universe actually affected by
the onlooker’s looking? Empty space filled with unseen dark matter?
Matterenergy or energymatter? Parallel whats? Sorry, Dr. Einstein, but it’s
beginning to look like God may role dice with the universe after all.
I still want to believe, though, that God created the dice, and the odds, and
knows the outcome in advance. I know it sounds counter-counterintuitive,
but really now, how else could God risk the random nature of human choice
in a quantum mechanical cosmos? We’ve already changed our minds about
some pretty basic stuff.
Sometimes I think I’ll put all my energy into becoming a particle-antiparticle
pair. Then I can disappear in the mutual annihilation of both of me, and
take a break for a while. Oh, wait just a cosmic nanosecond . . . is mutual
self annihilation reversible?
Maybe I’ll just go out in the yard tonight and see if I can spot some of that
dark matter lurking around the stars.
I looked into the mirror
HORROR- GROTESQUE!
And saw me looking back
GASP!
And quickly looked away.
Words alone, of all languages
in their many denominations
NONE of them describe
the sight of IT...me.
This would explain people’s reactions to me
Especially of late
The Nile with its mixture of dirt, water, corpses, blood from plague
Can not stand as representation
of the mixed turmoil of emotions that I have felt
The Hatred, Love, Pity, Self Hatred, Infatuation,
Depression, Resentment in all its forms
The shades, hues- colors of blood
that cover my face, hands, limbs and heart.
That I the epitome of pity, hate
and exceeding rejection should stand
to feel, to touch, to express-I am NOT worthy!
but it remains repressed
From blatant lies, deceit,
Misconception, misrepresentation
The need for self annihilation becomes more evident- resplendent
Oh, If only I could find a
Peace, a river, silence, serene
An escape from bitter, cold, rotting existence,
If only...If only...I had you...
Suffocating
Paranoia of
Incinerated
Tranquility
Insanity
Is the new infection
An epidemic
Of self annihilation
To cleanse
Our souls in our own bloodshed
A syndrome
Of the weakening human head
Out with the civilized silence
In with the barbaric violence
We’ve lost all guidance
So let's carry our torches and tridents
And kill…
…The Earth is lathered in a murderous flame
Scorch black
The crimson rivers drain; we’ve anesthetized the mind-melting pain
Let the bodies stack.
That’s it
We die in a sea of S.P.I.T.
Suffocating
Paranoia of
Incinerated
Tranquility
A pitiable life form
Wasted breath
Psychotic, brain-dead mind
Dilapidated, shadow of a heart
Tortured soul
Volcanic emotion erupting
Havoc wreaking pain destroying the fast fading remains of a living corpse
Malicious, bloodied tears escaping flawed resistance
Fiery imperceptible ashen rain
Melting flesh and smouldering bone
Liberating wicked predators frantically ripping at an already decrepit,
Skeletal carcass in desperate escape
Involuntary self annihilation
Pathetic attempt to cease torturous pain
Agonizing pleas falling on deaf ears
Abandoned
Cloaked death approaching scarcely
Injustice
Just a mercenary
Unethical with greed
Imitating plastic
Modern kind of breed
Logic left disjointed
Blinded by corrupt
Sheer selfishness of others
Merely made messed up!
The missing link on the brink
Of self-annihilation
Digested poor examples
And miscommunication.
Though I have compassion
For the gullible and plain
The self serving ignorance
Is idiotically insane.
We see them on the media
We see them in real life
Dramatising, advertising
Mutant means of rife…
(...poem in progress... to bring in wisdom)
SCRIPT
Shout but no one can hear you especially when it’s a dream
Deep in the subconscious we pick up disturbing images to theme
Aggravation inside my mind fighting with its self-annihilation scream
Rotting corpses look at me and maggots run through the eye sockets beam
A word on the wall saying” everything is murder and the time is not worth what we have been “
A yellow stained door opens and a prostitute is digging heroin because she wants it all to go away and not seen
All of the people are wasted but all of us are dreaming to be something else but a smack head when it seems
A dog barks and the dealer is vigilant that nobody panics then the next customer arrives wanting something but not knowing what he needs
The man with the prostitute tells her she needs to work harder if she is not to face the wrath of his greed’s
Light a cigarette when the shot has hit the spot and the nicotine inhales like a snake sliding through your lungs as you again visit the master of dark deeds
For me the longer I injected and the people I saw I was resurrected to be far away from these breeds
Not long after that I was infested with thoughts of that no one ever thinks he can see is a destruction made by my whole body weakening then I awoke for the first time in a sterile ward in which I had no recollection then cried like a lost child in a forest were darkness breathes.
Cultural and Social Terms
Idol: In Persian poetry, often refers to the beloved, particularly one who is non-Muslim. The term carries complex connotations of forbidden desire and spiritual challenge.
Veil: Refers both to the physical head covering and the metaphysical veil between the material and spiritual worlds in Sufi thought.
Fate's Wheel: The wheel of fortune or destiny (charkh-e falak), a common motif in Persian literature representing the unpredictable nature of fate.
Character Names
Giti: A Persian name meaning "world" or "universe," suggesting the beloved encompasses all existence for the lover.
Saeed: An Arabic name meaning "happy" or "blessed," ironic given the character's suffering in love.
Poetic Devices and Concepts
Ghazal tradition: Though this is a masnavi, it draws heavily from the ghazal (lyric poem) tradition of Persian literature, with its emphasis on unrequited love and spiritual longing.
Tavern: In Sufi poetry, the tavern represents the place of spiritual gathering and divine intoxication, not literal alcohol consumption.
Cup and Wine: The cup represents the heart or soul, while wine represents divine love or spiritual knowledge.
Dawn: Often symbolizes spiritual awakening, hope, or the appearance of the beloved.
Mystical Concepts
Fana: The Sufi concept of self-annihilation or dissolution of the ego in divine love, reflected in the lovers' ultimate union where individual identity dissolves.
Ishq: Divine or passionate love that transcends ordinary human affection, central to Sufi thought and Persian poetry.
Longing (Hijr): The pain of separation from the beloved, considered a necessary stage in spiritual development.
Historical Context
Persian Literary Tradition: This work draws from the rich tradition of Persian mystical poetry, including works by Rumi, Hafez, Saadi, and others who used love poetry as a vehicle for spiritual expression.
Courtly Love: The formal, ritualized expression of love that characterized medieval Persian court culture, with its emphasis on patience, suffering, and devotion.
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Note: Many terms in Persian mystical poetry carry multiple layers of meaning - literal, romantic, and spiritual - simultaneously. This ambiguity is intentional and central to the tradition's power and enduring appeal.
I've traveled alone through this web we call life, one ending leading to a new beginning
Living a lie of convenience only to be rejected with minimum clarification
Was I so intoxicated by the rivers of venom I passed up the lure of self-preservation,
leaving behind the mysteries of innocence only to embrace a facade
Loyalty for captivity, yearning for salvation, harboring rebellious thoughts
My blood runs cold, my emotions exhausted, my body defeated
Levitating between self-annihilation and redemption
Sin swept ...
another soul carried away
on the winds of self-destruction
Wrong way living,
unwise decisions made with a gilded heart
Sin loves to appear
as something other than what it truly is,
giving you a mask of illusion
so you can’t see what you really are
Choking all the charity
that was naturally formed inside of you
in the deep caverns of your life
Purging you of the ability to choose to do right
Now you’re a human robot
programmed to only do evil,
and the winds of self-annihilation begins to blow ...
chipping away at your soul
As you become less than human
more and more each day,
the devil laughs at you
All the while making you do the puppet dance
to the sinister music his pipes of hell ominously play
It’s the end of Act Three,
and the curtain is falling
You bow to the ground, to the dust ...
ready to be eaten by those vile worms of greed and lust
After the empty words of a sad eulogy have been read,
and your body cast into the dark abyss ...
Another sinner is purged from the earth,
whose evil deeds shall not be missed
Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure
driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
when history goes awry in its accursedness
revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure,
blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies
as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
when we could have been assertively aggrandized,
to become
more augmented humanity.
for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19
1. Anguish 2. Awry 3. Auspicious 4. Atrocious 5. Assuage 6. Appetency
7. Allure 8. Absolve
Wine punched with tears...
& agony of some years...
Makes a deadly combination...
Simply enough for self-annihilation...!
Moist memories...maddening moments...
A multitude of heart-breaking sentiments...
Rare is such painful intoxication...
That resembles a silent assassination...!
When tides erupt in the seas within...
It hardly matters if U lose or win...
U hardly care if your eyes rain...
If U are an addict to pain....!
Wine punched with tears...
& the agony of some years...
Add wings to the dormant senses...
That gushes out from self-imposed fences....!
You walked a garden path, young heart holding intimate hand
You nurtured hopes of permanence in an impermanent world
Of you loved and belonged, and of you owning and retaining.
Times changed but you didn’t know how
Storms surged but you didn’t know why
Blew the mind, a discarded dry leaf, away.
The garden ravaged and the flowers trodden
You walk now a lonely walk in the garden turned wasteland
The crushed thoughts rising from debris face the void mind
The garden perished but you don’t know why
The life is worthy but you don’t know of what.
The blankness drags collapsed dreams down
To the dark depth of drained life
To the brink of self-annihilation.
To your splintered mind at the edge of hope
I tell search within and discover the inner light
That would show you the existence of purpose
God gave you in this life so beautiful.
No cause is greater no reason better
To leave than to live.
September 6, 2017
Contest : Suicide Prevention Month
Judged on : September 19, 2017.
The other side of life behind the barbed
future
where they were seeking gratifications,
I was entering the past, without pretention.
Time will cleanse the mutation. I will
be breaking the god’s boundaries. A theme
of nobility has lot of troubles.
If I were poaching on death, that was unintentional,
life seeks a revenge on being denied
a place in sun. I will drink my own
pain.
My ashes are not meant for praise
They are to be strewn around on hills
whom I could not climb.
Only the fragrance of wild flowers will
bring back that cool goodbye.
SATISH VERMA
This is what I am enjoined to be:
Hyphenated !
Bound to vacillate between self-aggrandizement and self-annihilation
I straddle two unrecognizable worlds
only to find solace in none
I am the begetter of my malaise
all made of ungraspable memories and deferred living
Unable to liberate presence from the grips of absence
I dwell on both edges of supposed being
that meanwhile refuse to be reconciled
?for fear that I dare reconstruct my long lost identity
There I stand
a hyphenated land
gazing at imposed images
donning the masks of free choice and self-agency
Who plays
the world's guitar
turning hearts
against life
US wants money
Russia land
mindless of tears
and blood shed
China sneezed
covid spread
muzzling mouths
silencing sounds
dulling senses
to pain of blood
weakening bodies
enraging minds
tilting world's
economic power
laying wood
to later ignite
with the spark
of a murdered
world leader
in the Balkans
enflaming nations
enraging hearts
even brother
against brother
horror
in the Mid East
the flames l spread
and warships
will encompass
Holy land
Jerusalem will fear
unthinking hand
will press the button
razing nations
to the ground
skin will fly off
bodies will blacken
no tears in eyes
left to cry
corpses will pile up
without a burial
no place to run
or time to say
even a short
Our Father prayer
no flesh will be left
unless humanity
on their knees will
convert
except for the Remnant
nourished by Mary
sheltered in the Heart
of the Trinitarian God
to a paradise on earth
restart
candles of faith
bending dark
welcoming
Jesus's return
in power
to stop the madness
of self-annihilation
His breath
will blow away
infected air
touching bier of earth
with His hand
will resurrect creation
to its pristine
splendor
flowers dancing
with happiness
birds serenading
harmony
rivers flowing serenity
and people running
with health and joy
of living with
each other in peace
singing gratitude
to Triune God
Who is love
alone magnificent
all powerful in glory.
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