I've been sitting here,
Like a famished and destituted loner,
Watching the irrevocable past and the uncertain future,
The hands of time moved slower than the snail,
As if I'm seeing from the palest abstractions of my thought.
I've been sitting here,
Like a bereaved mortician,
Watching the graves on the ground,
Tombstones of women who fought for equality,
And men who died in their struggles to be free and independent.
I've been sitting here,
Like a man with a dead dream,
Watching the sun go down in flame on the far horizon,
As poverty, unemployment and underdevelopment engulf my people.
But I can not sit here anymore,
Like a well fed slave or a hungry free man,
Watching my people die in vain and pain,
And soothe wounds from brutality and humiliation,
Africa let's rise and fight.
The posterity is becoming blurry,
I have risen,
It can only take a bullet in the mind just to hold me down,
Because in the final review,
The only defined shield against death is to live without fears.
Categories:
destituted, corruption, poverty,
Form: Free verse
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Break the chains you fiend, the beast who intoxicates,
Drain my luscious blood with your violent excoriation,
Find utmost drunkenness killing my acute psyche,
Hemorrhage my destituted soul into fornication,
My savage brut, devour me for your consecration.
Written: October 31, 2015
Laura Urbaniak
Categories:
destituted, dark, deep, evil, horror,
Form: Rhyme
Like every breath of sweet, polluted oxygen
the nicotine staining my blackening lungs
and the two hundred pain pills i consume to erase the throbbing
like my unneeded pain, shocking me awake from my drowsy slumber
the icetea i drowned in rather than fresh bland water
and the munchies i inhale when the smoke is through my veigns
like my four hour showers id gladly share to conserve swiming time for my fisheys
my addiction to vanilla, butterscotch, hazelnut and old fashioned irsh coffie
and the flowers i live in, so full of sweet sour pollen killing me slowly
like the boy i once lived with, the guy i dreamt of, the man i loved, like you
the things i need ---- need
can i survive with out? ---- without? could i imagine that life
....id give it all up and die ---- all of it, every last drop of poison
for the most important, most luxerious, most destituted
creation on such a list
and no, its not ice tea
Categories:
destituted, me,
Form: I do not know?
I never challenged the obtrusive skies
Nor destituted the benevolent earth
With tender warmth I sensed the whole
When each stone became endeared to soul.
Held voices in many hands
Sang with the birds in branched trees
Wielded the weapon of poesy pivoted
Against enslavement of spirit for free.
Held garlanded emotions in fingers
Explored only could but a few
Imbued with rattlings of centred self
Tenemented by saddlings of new
Clasping forces drenched in dance
Lighting mirths in a universe of chance.
Categories:
destituted, passion
Form: Lyric