"That's it! I'm going back to my cave!"
I scream like a 3 year old child,
Asked again to go dark and private,
How miserable.
Nights of the soul are an ominous place.
Necessary and beautiful yet unfashionable ,
Combustion and deflation shortly after,
How beautiful.
Exhaustion before radiance again,
So repetitive yet unpredictable,
Magic glimmering through the chaos,
How cyclical.
Cogs stopping before speeding,
Wave after wave our lives flow,
Roller-coaster in walking shoes,
How Human.
Beautiful things don’t last.
Think of flowers wilting
in woeful pageant
You’re lounging,
half in shadow
almost out of the sun
your feet, outside shade
look on fire, a photo overexposed.
Your smile is light and brite.
Your skin tanned and tight
as if stretched over
Leonardo’s David, in repose.
You are beautiful
if flawed
your hair is a tangle
your smile akimbo
I think, ‘this is too good,’
in self-aware deflation
as if the moment were both sacred and imperiled.
You brush sand off my face
your hand seems warm, fevered.
I’m as delighted as a child
to be touched
.
.
A song for this:
Constant Craving (Fashionably late remix) [Edit] by k.d. lang & Tracy Young
What if all we are is ET's AI ant farm
When you learn that your heroes are demons
And nothing lives up to its promise
And that all this time, you were only dreaming
And there never was such a thing as ‘honest’
Disappointment
Deflation
It’s a saddening situation
So screw up the compass
Fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdy land
But don’t look to me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
When that whale of your loss outwits you
And you’re hobbled and crippled, not a leg to stand on
May your friends be there when it suddenly hits you
There's at least one post you can abandon
(Called life)
Disappointment
Deflation
It’s a maddening situation
So screw up the compass
Fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdy land
But don’t look to me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
When the sails of clarity cease to guide you
Or protect you from the swirls of Sirens,
There’s this stubborn and strange little fire inside you
With the patience of saints and the pride of lions
Set your moral compass
And fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdier land
But don’t look at me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
Pressure
only deflates
pressure hidden inside,
gradually caused my midriff
meltdown
It's a dirty game! Some people'll say
it's not a type I'll ever in my life play!
But you that claim clean, why don't you enter in?
And go make that dirty game clean?
I bet you'll be mute
For it is the truth
That no single human being
Can a championship in politics be he
But I must confess, it's not either clean
For our forefathers in the wrong way they did lead
And I wonder if our present leaders ever realized
That in the same pattern the younger ones will rise
What a messed up government we surely have
Oh! What misguided representatives we foolishly rely
When are we going to our history to study?
When are we going to reestablish our economy?
Inflation and deflation, always up and always down
When are we going to shock the whole world and stand out?
Now it's either God or man
But by now I bet we're tired of seeing the faces of man.
The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
All I hear is constant noise,
I try my best to escape
Its always there.
Sadness is always at high acceleration
Causing all this deflation
All I hear is constant noise.
Sadness is like that earworm,
Most times it doesn't want to leave
Other times it reincarnates into another format
Its always there.
It follows you,
It threatens your life
You feel so caged,
Its always there.
Triggers
Soft & loud
Here comes the storm cloud
Sssh the silent treatment
Meant for cruelty intent
Everyone’s the enemy
Even if I don’t agree
Stomping, slamming,huffing & puffing
Saying he’s only joking and bluffing
Ignoring, interrupting, intimidation
Only leads to darkness and deflation
Rolling his eyes and being dismissive
Thoughts of not to live
Invisible is how I feel
He says it’s no big deal
Triggers are all around
Without any sound
Run, hurry up it's falling
The hope
A brighter future
Youths yelling
Yelling from season
To season
Without seizing
Inflation
Price
Tag
Rising
Each
Dawn without hope
For deflation
What goes up
Must surely
Comes down
Christ
Broke
The
Law
Gravity
Risen
Ascending
Just like
The
Phoenix
From
Ash
Nothing
To
Everything
Prayers,
Hope of
The youths
Better days
Bigger
Picture
Emerged
So
Pray
AMEN
Eight minutes in,
dream-debut decomposing,
marred in mad mud.
Barely begun, his brutish block,
a tackle that tore through time,
trailed by the walk of shame.
Elation fades, deflation reigns,
suspended in solitude,
exiled in emptiness.
The still dressing room droning.
He sits soaked in sweat and sorrow,
an anvil of anguish weighing down on his chest.
A downpour of despair envelopes him,
Relentless…
His dream withering in a damp corner.
He inhales the burden,
of cold crushing desolation,
agony amplified,
Loneliness lingers…
Anticipation's frustration's caught
in destination's deflation...
Amidst the world of commerce and trade
Lies the foundation of our daily brigade
Economy, the heart of our monetary system
A complex structure that we can't help but listen
It's a web of transactions and values
Where supply and demand leads to venues
Where products are sold and services are bought
And every penny counts, or else it's for naught
The stock markets rise and fall like tides
And investors fear a recession that hides
Inflation and deflation are two sides of the coin
That can make or break a nation's join
The GDP is a measure of growth
But at times, it only reflects a mirage both
Unemployment rates can hit the roof
And bring the entire economy down with a woof
As we delve deeper into this world of money
We realize it's a system that's not funny
For it affects every aspect of our lives
From the way we eat to the roof over our heads and our drives
So let us learn to navigate this economic sea
And try to build a world that's free
From the shackles of poverty and strife
And where prosperity is a part of life.
Western natons lead, womens emancipation duration
Contraception..Anti-creation wealthier relating makimg
Less, so lower fabrication false elation.' House prices
Prized possesions ownership rising 70s 80s 90s got
Into the naugtys, now deflation a dragging serration fraying
Politicans are braying, demographors are playing trying to
Be God, I see its also playing; many billions still dying.'
Starvation intesifiying as with insects as susteance some are vying?
Farm land left lying; fallow..what are they just before us lie-ing?
Italy Japan France Britian Germany Ukraine depopulation decrying
I see, so where is the growth? Is it stable other countries
Can they boast? at the very most ? Is gaslighting? And ghosting? are
Its proponents false hosting ? Claims at odds I would see in the
Glare of reality.'
What a creation!
A creature of elation
Gave me a sensation
Of heart palpitation
It ate a carnation
In the midst of lunation
And grew with inflation
For such a duration
That held my fixation
Itself a flotation
Until it's deflation
And sunk for hydration
Spotted like a dalmation
Yet more like a crustacean
That gave me causation
To realize my narration
May only be imagination
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