You've eroded my mind
erased some of my fondest memories
that even therapy can't rebuild
I remained like that date
on which no special work could happen.
I remained the middle date of that month,
whose number only kept matching every month.
I remained alone—
like a snare,
like a fading flower,
like a living corpse,
slowly deceiving itself,
day by day.
I don’t know
in what useless race I am.
I never win;
I only keep losing
little pieces of myself.
Yet the days kept passing,
like pages
no one cared to read.
Perhaps one day
this forgotten date on the calendar
will learn
how to bloom.
Until then,
I keep breathing, marking, treading
through each day and night,
as the clock continues—
time moving quietly
toward an unmarked date.
We met in the undertow —
someplace between longing
and forgetting —
and I mistook your waves
for something holy.
I thought I could breathe
underwater
if I loved you enough.
I thought drowning
would feel like destiny
if the water looked like you.
But oceans don’t hold
what they take.
They keep it.
They keep everything.
Ambient breeze
Caressing dead erroded figures
Gently hewn impressions jest knowingly
Laughing madly now only pitied
Quieted remaing stagnant
Tired useless vessles °
Weathered xylography
Yesterday's zeitgeist
while i was passing by
in aisle five
i overheard
“get help”
she happened to glance at me
and by 6:03
i happened to think
what if she said
“get well”
and i don’t know who
and i wasn’t there
but i know
when i’ve heard it before
if it wasn’t condescendingly
had one pound of empathy
i would’ve been
more likely
we all have days
that get swept in the haze
of just trying to stay alive
2 steps forward, 1 step back
but it feels like rewinding 5
after drawing a circle or two
you wish you didn’t need to be doing footwork your whole life
it’s like a birthday balloon
in a crowded room
it’s all up in the air
the balloon falls down
you look around
and wonder if you all have circles there
in the clouds
but with the crowd
sometimes you hear in the way they speak
the toughened clay
they molded that day
to prevent from appearing weak
you feel the way it sounded
they’re trying to keep it grounded
you see the smoothness of their rock
because they’re silently wearing the erosion
it took for them
to become that soft
A jolt of trembling steel—
a crack that doesn’t shatter,
but ripples,
sending storms into every silent corner.
Cries fold in on themselves,
tight, suffocating strands,
all tangled too deep to get air.
This is the weight of love unreturned:
a death that breathes,
a life that drifts—
distilled by sorrow so pure
it makes its escape past the body’s treachery,
wetting the memory of the quiet erosion of tears.
ill never get used to
the numbness that tinges away at everything
every movement
a rusted nusiance
as if the words that make up my reality are too much to bear
there are no creaks
or technical things to tweak
because i am still
unfortunately, a biomechanical thing
instead there are aches
pains
issues that, like the rain
always streaming down my face
struggles to catch the hint and go away
despite my attempted ignorance though
do you think my erosion shows?
I feel myself trapped in an endless repetition
Effortless to rationalize each day away
But the sleepless nights bring clarity
A hazy clearness in a cold dark room
The four walls that comfort me most
I imagine they could close in upon me
But a day is easy to pass through
Time that once was so sacred now in surplus
Is it gluttony and sloth I must repent for
Or could it be forgiveness I look towards
To forgive the weight and the lost days
What could it mean to forget
Curtains pulled to dim the sky
Sneaky fabric that hides the sun and
Allows another hour to pass unnoticed
A timeless cycle
Leaving me wistful for a spark
Surely the wool can keep me warm for another night
Things could be different Tomorrow
As centuries pass
The seas advance
To take away the land.
Lost to the waves
The ancient graves
Reside below the sand.
Cliffs that crumble
Remains lay humble
Eroded by the brine.
The final tomb
To meet the spume
Clings to the shoreline.
Hiking along the canyon wall
It’s hard to take it in at all
Reaching so tall, for the sky
Looming there, majestic and grand
And yet a castle made of sand
So oddly planned, wonder why
Some time in eons past, it split,
Beginning as a narrow slit
Widening, lit just at noon
Time is patient and undeterred
Wind and rain are the tools preferred
The edges blurred, softly hewn
Then, slowly settling to the floor
Millennia, or maybe more
Quiet wait for lowly end
Earthquakes create new jagged parts
Painted red like a wounded heart
The cycle starts, all again
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A Welsh form - the Cywydd Llosgyrnog - 8a:8a:xxxaxxb:8c:8c:xxxcxxb
Day by day, our lives are worn away
That is nature, needs no undue fuss
But let it be by things we choose to do
And not by things unwilling done to us
Living things-man,animals,trees...
Non-living things-sea ,sky,mountains...
But now the world looks different
Some life movements
Start brooding and murmuring
Here comes the strongest hurricane
Growing wild
Here comes the disastrous earthquake
Spreading broad
Here comes the sudden mountain erosion
Tumbling down
Millions died
At this very special moment
All sleeping become awake
All awake go to sleep
Is the nature or God angry with us
The betraying man
The cruel and greedy man
Since the wild sweep of the waves
Of Tsunami
It will be a long long time
Before the pebbles shine again
Let the moss gathered, they said
Let the sun's heat gathered, they said
Let the wind's erosion gathered, they said
It will be a long long time
Before the picnickers come
To pick them up
Amongst the shore
At the tips of the mourning waves
The signs are everywhere
That this is how it ends
It’s time to find time now
To make our amends
Let’s start with each other
Here where we lay
For embraces we held back
And words we din’t say
I have known triumph
And I’ve known heartbreak
I’ve learned the path that you walk
Is the one that you make
Don’t know ‘bout tomorrow though
It’s hard to make plans
When the ground that we stand on
Shifts with the sands
So honey let us be happy
Let us be gay
Let us kiss deeply
As it erodes away
September 14, 2020
VIOLENCE EQUALS EROSION
by
JOHN M. ARROBAS
There Was a Time in this Great Land
You Could Voice an Opinion, Take a Stand
That Right Is Eroding in this Great Nation
Mob Rule, Fear, Violence and Intimidation
Have Silenced Most Opposition to Mob Rule
Fear of Retaliation Is the Mobs Sinister Tool
A Word Disliked by the Rampaging Horde
Will Bring Swift Reprisal, Mental Discord
Attacked at Home, at Work, or at the Park
The Light of Liberty Suddenly Turns Dark
The Leaders We Expect to Represent Our Care
Absent, Cowardly Afraid, We: in Total Despair
Civilized Society Cannot Condone Destruction
No Excuse Is Acceptable for Feral Dysfunction
It Will Take True Courage to Offer Resistance
To Dispel and Destroy Chaotic Disobedience
Individuals Have No Chance Against the Horde
But Banded as One in Mutual Respect and Accord
They Will Persist in Calming the Confusions
Deflating the Forces of Dangerous Illusions
Serenity Is Not Gained by Unlimited Prayer
But by Recognizing Perils, Staying Aware
Threats to Society to Be Challenged Post Haste
If Not, Life, Liberty and Happiness; Laid to Waste
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