Debt is the weight you carry in your chest,
not your wallet.
It’s the 3 a.m. dread,
the voice that says, “You’ll never escape this.”
It’s red letters stacking
like gravestones on the doormat.
It’s pretending at the checkout
that your card didn’t just decline.
Debt is a prison
where the bars are interest rates,
where dreams get sold for rent,
and payday comes pre-promised to pain.
They don’t tell you it owns your sleep —
wakes you with cold sweats
and keeps you up counting
every mistake you’ve ever made.
Debt doesn’t knock.
It breaks in,
sits at your table,
and eats your last meal
while you pretend it’s fine.
And still… you smile,
tell your kids, “We’re okay.”
But inside,
you’re screaming
because there’s nothing left to give.
God’s justice necessitated
that my sin debt be paid.
This debt wasn’t something
that I could resolve.
I can still recall,
the simple prayer that I prayed.
I said dear God,
forgive me, a sinner.
My biopsy came back great
I am so happy to say
Then wonderful financial break
Wiped all medical debt away
God is so great
Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”
Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~
LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …
The debt of soul to Nebro came through the cross of gnosis
Through strength of spirit, though no mortal sacrifice could pay that debt
Christ the vine became that tree of gnosis to pay the debt
Here with walls green and bright
My inn with fire’s warmth and light
By a ravine low and steep
An old man came in the night
Hunched, disfigured, neither proud nor tall
With a face shaped much like a wall
Wishing to bridge the sides of the chasm deep
A bridge builder was his call
He asked for a place to stay
Where in the night he could lay
Near the pit where dark things sleep
During the day he will be away
Despite a frail body and limbs uneven
I found he had a big heart even mid the wintry season
Despite the shadowy gloom the ravine does keep
But why he built I had no reason
When asked he said it was for those not yet
For them was his life’s work to be met
So they need not worry about the depths where evil does creep
He felt it was to them that was his debt
For long ago when strong and young
He did things that should not be sung
Until he climbed from the chasm steep
For once down under his soul was wrung
• When I was stuck
• And drowning in debt
• I crawled in bed
• And wept and wept
I am in debt, weighed down by despair,
A burden unseen, yet it's everywhere.
Each breath I take feels borrowed, not mine,
Each step I walk traces a fragile line.
I owe the world, I owe my soul,
A fractured heart that debt has stole.
Dreams deferred, hopes turned to dust,
In the hands of fate, what’s left to trust?
I am in debt, to days gone by,
To silent nights and a tear-streaked sky.
Promises made, now shadows remain,
Echoes of struggle and whispers of pain.
But I will rise, though the load is vast,
This debt won’t define me; it will not last.
With courage as currency, I'll repay my due,
For within this storm, I’ll find something new.
Much of this will sound familiar.
Watch out for neighborhood
pet.
when we will be wet
be sure that you pay each debt
never forget pet
I fear that unknown future date,
When reality will permanently fade,
And what will come after will be death,
When there wouldn't be any debt not paid.
My soul'll then aimlessly wander!
Maybe it'll float in a wide space,
Full of an afterlife wonders,
That may abound in that cloudy place.
Maybe I'd be with the spirits or alone?
I'd probably be flying lazily about,
Since I'll leave without my bones.
Then, I'd find afterlife no longer a doubt?
Probably I'd see the angels sing,
I'd also learn their new songs;
By clinging to their angelic wings;
While playing rhythm with my gongs.
Maybe my spirit'll find somewhere to hide?
Or It'd be sent to heaven or even to hell?
Would it be sent back to be born as a child?
Or wait there till the angels'd ring the final bell.
It is a debt; nearly one out of three has sadly paid
Life started to grow, but its first breath was never made
A branch on the family tree that produced no shade
Pain of such an investment unsuccessful; I would not wish for or trade
If I could, I would take the hurt from each mother that this monster has slayed
Cruelty— is what I would name this game that conception has played
The remorseful loss of an unborn child; to sad rest, too many are laid
Oh, Africa, a vast and varied land
Yet overshadowed by IMF's hand
Structural adjustments they decree
Yet bring nothing but misery
Forced reforms they demand
Leaving nations bound in financial quicksand
Economic policies, cold and stern
Often leave the people for more they yearn
African soil, rich and ripe
Yet resources drained in IMF's grip tight
Development hindered, dreams deferred
As IMF's demands go unheard
Structures shattered, communities torn
As IMF's programs leave them forlorn
Debt burdens heavy, futures bleak
In the name of progress, the poor they seek
Yet the toll on Africa's heart
Tells a tale of IMF's misguided part
Forced adjustments, a bitter pill
Leaving scars that linger still
Is slavery actually long gone
For the burden of debts we still borne
Ensnared in shackles of disgraceful loans
Why can't we just be left alone?
Where's Jack Nicholson?
Where did he go?
Is he dead yet?
Does any one know?
Wars, and opiates,
mass shootings and debt,
and that potential nuclear threat.
Is this truly as good as it gets?
One might end up with Tourette's,
as good as it gets..
Money buys
freedom
when blood’s
overdrawn
Reality’s
greed
destiny
pawns
Money buys
freedom
its truth
to bemoan
Dignity
truant
the future
— on loan
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Once all my obligations met
No longer under constant debt
I'll happily no longer fret
But sadly though I'm not there yet
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