When the world hates you
It's such a lonely place
Crawling out of bed each day
Forgotten in each and every way
Grasping at straws to build nest
Every minute is a torturing test
Blow away by unkindness
Held together buy a fine web
Of sorrow and unhappiness
Each word thrown your way
Cut like a knife through softened clay
Leaving a scar and empty space
Not winning at life's pointless race
Burdened by life's past actions
Push till they get their reaction
Life is a lonely road
Where you must walked alone
Indeed I need a angel
Or a new end to my fable
Last year I grew up to late
To now realize my fate
Of a life not to be enjoyed
But to be endurable enough
To make getting up tomorrow
Seem like a plan living on time borrowed
To hate is to love and to love is to hate
Will I ever be happy with my fate
long way home
Evening transit murderous
slowing down to a standstill
I'm a part of a long necklace
fascinating colors, a circus is
coming to town
A sea-gull in peeked cap
knocks on the window
tells me to carry on, too soon
awake as a Bengalian tiger
crossing a bridge that will
collapse, if not today, but
some rotten day
A thousand cars in the drink
the injustice of this thrown
together grasping at straws
The falling rain is an affront
water has planned this
A café, ahead, drink coffee
Crying windows, I have no
words of comfort whipped
tears away, glorious was
the evening
When we feel life is slipping we grasp for anything
In cold winter air, I tread to the beach
Looking for things that I think I need
A shell of some kind, washed up jellyfish
To the creaky shack, looking for things I missed
I crack open the door and the warmth hits my cheeks
Look back to the ocean, hoping it might speak
And tell me to stop, to not go underneath
But I never listen, I rinse and repeat
Whatever you’re cooking, it smells like a home
I reach out to call, and you pick up the phone
We fall back in bed to the sound of the tone
I open up, you let out a sweet moan
Write me your sweet words, sing me your songs
Tell me where to go and where to belong
I let the tide take me while I’m grasping at straws
I let the shark eat me, I swim right to its jaws
Bite marks and scratches, on what I depend
A cold dish that doesn’t taste sweet like revenge
Washed up to the shore with nothing to defend
I beg for you, darling, to hurt me again
The house used to be warm when they were all home
Not the house is gone and I'm all alone
A stray on the street with no where to go
I wish I could tell them I miss them so
Trudging through alleys in the sleet and rain
Hoping one day I'll be there again
Down on my luck I'm just grasping at straws
I push down the feeling and press on on torn paws
Searching for light I'm always chasing that car
Run ragged and crooked, towards my guiding star
Will I catch it this time?
Will it help me be where you are?
David & Goliath
And it came to pass that Philistia
and Israel waged war between them in
the Valley of Elah where a compromise
was agreed to, (one on one) with the spoils of war
forfeit to the victorious.
And so, Saul asked, “How many behind me?”
And his Captain replied,
“With the Lord on our side,
there’s no need to count,
but there is one,
a shepherd willing to sacrifice his life.”
And so stepped forth David
dressed in sheepskin supporting a staff;
And Saul (grasping at straws) said,
“ Dress the boy at the Lord’s request,
and let it be known throughout Israel,
no greater hero is found.”
But David refused Saul’s armour
and went out to meet the Philistine
clad in sheepskin with a sling for a weapon
and smote Goliath,
and all Israel rejoiced,
for the Lord was on their side.
***
Reference:
Old Testament: 1 Samuel 17: 1-58
I wish it was harder for me to forgive you
I hate the way I still think of you so fondly
you left me grasping at straws while you had let go
was I just to pass the time and nothing more?
I reminisce the time when we were something
you were everything to me, but to you I was temporary
you killed me with your words
I cant take it anymore
I kneel down to tie your loose laces, you left mine undone
the roses I got for you wilted, would you plant some for me?
I try to sleep to the memories of you laying on my chest
the same chest you seeped your hand into and stole from
my reflection of you has shattered, my hands bleed trying to repair it
does this mean you wont tend to my cuts because you don't want to expose yours
you leave me here to die, cover up your tracks
you tell me we're just friends, nothing more than that
your arms were my tourniquet
now I feel myself slowly bleeding out
my memories are fading
I hope you get everything you want once I have forgotten you
do you think of me as much as I think of you?
KANHA, A divine feeling of
love
His flute is enough to make
you crazy in his love
His adorable and innocent
Smile
Snatches your sleep
Ohh!! His eyes are so deep
That you will become mad to
Go in his aisle
His company will make you
Insane in his memories
And above all, the QUILL in his CROWN
Is like GRASPING AT STRAWS....!!!!
When you just don't have it
Do you throw up your hands
Do you quit on yourself
Or do you fight to regain it
And give it your all
Not grasping at straws
or clutching the air
Do you take a break, Why not?
and come back to it later
Hum a tune, sing a song
Tap your feet, let the shower run long
Perhaps take a walk down by the river
communing with nature...
Do you talk to a confidante, complain
Rant and rave, spill your guts
Or do you just admit ~
Even a finely-tuned machine can get stuck in a rut
New Year
I walk down from the seventh floor.
Take the lift up and walk down again.
Since we can only be out a short time
Like shopping it makes me feel fit.
Tomorrow it will be a new year
Actually, there are no new year it is
A construction made by man
time is endless time is an abstraction.
I like to see January alive, not that
It matters, but I’m human and for a reason.
I can´t explain I would like to see
The spring of another year, although
I know what happened in my life.
Will be erased, and there is no god to
Give me comfort like grasping at straws.
The worst thing about death is the lack of dreams.
The endless emptiness
Waiting for endlessness to end.
Grasping at straws
In hopes to cope
Collecting flaws
A heavy cloak
One by one
She picks apart
Goals, undone
Bleeding heart
A homely sight
She has become
Though options bright
She’s come undone
So strange you can take it -
do you really not mind?
A day of light, dancing,
then the darkness will bind.
Content, so you claim,
with the span of one breath,
a twinkle of twilight
in the cold eye of death.
Fool, backwards savage!
'tis me in your eyes,
always grasping at straws,
and feeding on lies.
Somehow, you still stand
in the barrens I despair.
Some days, I would join you,
but it's cold out there ...
9 November 2018
amidst the resistance
we chose to go the distance
heavy hearts out on the playing field of life
one day at a time and you will climb
at times sublime
for that of the blind
put your running shoes on
the race is on...
the pain is real deep inside are heart
don't give the devil a chance
as you take part in the dance
with one glance a stop of pure romance
grasping at straws we sound the alarm
can't we all just get along
its a figure of speech
we have people to reach
many getting caught up in there past
having so much fun with a hope that it will last
you can't do something over and over
expecting different results
it doesn't work that way
bow the knee to pray
the stakes are higher
all dounters are the liars
receive each new day as a blessing
stop all second guessing
learn to practice more of what you are professing
I'm confessing the truth is real & the lie is a lie
this is my one last reply
save your drama for your momma
don't let your mind wander
going the distance & i'll pass every test
What kind of people are we?
Veterans sleeping and begging on the street
Children without enough food to eat
Elders unable to pay for the heat
What kind of people are we?
We build stadiums where heroes play games
Casting big shadows to cover forgotten names
But nothing is done to address the anger and shame
What kind of people are we?
We just disregard all the damage we cause
We worship the grim reaper, denying his flaws
We’re starring in Mouseland, grasping at straws
What kind of people are we?
Someday we will answer, or maybe our children will
For turning away from our friends and relations in need
But rest assured an answer will be demanded
What kind of people are we?
For a brief moment
I felt like you were mine
Everything I had ever dreamt of
Was finally within reach
The sensual feel of your lips
Enveloped in that warm, tender kiss
Wrapped tightly in your arms
Believing that just for one moment
This sensual
passionate
euphoria would last forever
Carefully caressing your face
Holding back an inevitable tear drop
Because I knew it was almost over
This wasn't my life to live
Grasping at straws, wondering if it was worth the leap
But nevertheless, having to say goodbye to you
Broke my fragile heart into a million pieces
Yet I live on with the slightest glimmer of hope
Maybe one day I'll indulge in this ignorant bliss once more
But for now, I carry on with a dream and a memory
For you will always be my endless fantasy
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