Poetry - embrace the crash
Legs are weak from carrying my burdens,
Anymore,
I probably collapse
Hope is pointless,
I tried it
Might as well embrace the crash
Don’t see no going back
Is it part of a show
Who wrote the script
Why try to change the way it ends
That’s just entertainment
If this ever gets better and know not to cross my fingers
A Friday,
a plane crash,
a phone call,
all it took
for your whole world to shatter.
You never got to tell them
how you’d follow in his footsteps
in his wing span
You never got to tell him
that you only wished to follow
in that Cessna Skylane
one three-pronged tragedy
became the axis
around which the rest of your stories
would turn
one sorrowful night
changed who you were
forever
and by the time I came along
all your fire
ferocity,
passion
had crashed into electric wire
erupted into flames
had been decapitated
and so it is left to me
to honor your mother,
and your brother
in ways you never taught me
but I learned anyway.
And I will ignore
the memory of Grandpa George,
because he crashed that damn plane
on purpose…
or did he?
Dreams were shattered like glass shards,
As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death.
Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards,
Extinguished were the candles of their breath.
A wife was on her way to meet her spouse,
While the daughters and sons aspired to study abroad,
Alas! Fate destroyed someone's beautiful house,
As the passengers were destined to embark on a journey to God.
Shocking news that sent waves of grief,
To all the mourners of the deceased,
A plane that crashed after its departure brief,
Time itself seemed to have ceased.
Every single drop of blood is precious
And so is every soul,
Let us tear down the wall of pride and status.
Saving humanity should be our ultimate goal.
I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.
I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.
It’s a world that’s too strange,
Of course, in the negative way;
Slaughter is beyond my range;
I can’t even think of it any day.
Sometimes, I become free,
Free to have a vivid voice;
None can escape from destiny
That snatches our each rejoice.
None ever thank me for my aid,
When they approach their destination;
In dire disgrace I am laid;
Well, there’s no procrastination.
I lost my all; I lost my life;
I failed to land on London;
Humanity’s too full of strife;
All, all become too undone.
How could I save them all?
I, too, had to die in the crash;
I took off; then I did fall;
Then occurred the brutal lash.
It’s too easy to blame on me, right?
Well, I won’t justify my innocence,
Because I was bereft of any might
That could arouse our prudence.
The tragic end haunts my spirit still;
Is there none, none to mourn on me?
Like a candle, I did try all to fill
Up, but…again … destiny!
In our universe so vast, life and death is an interpretation.
In our life, we hold dear sadness, and joy is an imagination.
Our life is full of colors, or so we assume,
But there are no colours — just the product of our brains.
Reality is beyond what we imagine.
What we see around is just an illusion.
Nothing is ours, but we paint some as immigrants.
Ego clouds our minds; we live in artificial possessions.
We feel the loss of lives when a plane crashes,
But ignore the plight of children who die every day of hunger.
We drink for pleasure; the poor drink out of misery,
The ones who die are sad, while the ones who survive are sad to live the next day.
And yet we keep moving in our blind beliefs,
We keep chasing dreams, trying to keep away from grief.
The day we see reality, we ask, “Why only me?”
We live in a small world, and fail to see the larger picture.
By
Suresh Iyer
While we live inside our small bubbles, we ignore looking beyond to see the larger picture, for it would shatter our ego and cause us pain.
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
Death
Upon
Jagged tracks
Cannot help but
Crash
Are signals being cross
Causing the airplanes to crash
Or just drop from the skies
Something is very wrong and
I won't be flying
NO TIME SOON
A plane had just crashed
A red flag was flashed
Secrets had been stashed
Sixty-seven died
The government lied
Helicopter too
Too low had they flew
Wonder if they knew
If the plane in flight
Was at the right height
To land there alright
I do have my doubt
The truth will come out
It's a cryin' shame
So, who was the blame
Was it just one name
Hopin' and flyin' high
Still somethin' was amiss,
Just you know why ...
It had to end like this
Not fade away a shining star
With three million records sold,
Yet, silent fell his guitar ...
And, glasses rest infold
A sound never to be heard
Soon after that final show,
Boy, give us a clue, a word
Maybe one day we'll know
What happened that dark night
Over a quiet field of corn,
Lost in a flurry of white ...
Then found early the next morn
Ever altered by what he gave
Things change and time flies,
Rock n' roll, rant and rave
And still the music never dies.
February 3, 1959
plane crash Clear Lake, Iowa
the day the music died
October 1939
wallstreet crash
men jumped out of windows
losing their fortunes in one afternoon
families lost their homes
working men became tramps, looking for work
sad time not only for the country, but for the world
I see a clearing
It's big enough to land in
The grass is short
No rocks or bumps
It's all clear for landing
My heart beats in panic
Tears of sweat run down my face
Fear grips my body
In expectant embrace
The engine splutters and coughs
Bangs erupt from broken wings
I hear my own screams
The smoke is acrid in flared nostrils
My flesh burning, stinks
Ah! I savour a touchdown, touche!
You'd think falling was the easiest part.
The air rushing past you.
The world spinning so fast.
Zero focus.
Your eyes watering.
Can't catch your breath.
Your heart pounding so hard it hurts.
Hands clenched and cold.
Your entire body unsure and tense.
Alone in an alien atmosphere.
Like you are somewhere you don't belong.
Plummeting a million miles an hour.
Without control.
Just a body in an endless universe.
Karma is really the only ruler here.
Your past depicts your future.
Or is it fate?
Are you destined to walk away from this?
Or is all of that old wives tales?
Do you decide your own destiny?
Whatever.
Years of disappointment.
Endless struggles and tears.
Failures topped with self loathing.
Tears and sobs and hiccups.
A weight of guilt of a thousand memories.
Miles away from saving.
This panic attack is going to make me
Crash.
On one Christmas Eve night Santa and Rudolph got a huge fright.
There was a midair crash that happened in a flash between the sleigh, seagulls and a seaplane in the space over Seville, Spain, in heavy rain.
No one was hurt, only dazed
and while some gulls were grazed, they got away unscathed.
But the reindeer in Spain was hit mainly by the plane.
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