Guilt consumes one's mind and leads to buying into someone else's
mind games played comparable to chess power and control.
Promises one never makes yet stand accused Clasp, accept
trust that there will be confusion, and Let it go. Guiltiness
Some say she is tripping and downplaying her role in her past
disappointments from people closest to her. Guiltiness
Once trust is broken, words are like dust blowing in the
wind. Guiltiness
Fermented in farenheit the sizzle is way too hot
Creeping up the backside beading up in that spot
Shallow is the pool of fear where the drips do lie
Bashful red is the color skin appearing shy
Shakes tremble up and down bumping up the skin
The color that's coming around derives from the sin
Shame has come without context or so it seems
Reality you visualize nightmares before the dreams
Innocence mirrors guiltiness so sad but it is true
This in which does reflect the real person that is you...
bmdavey@10//05/2022
At times He shouts to clear his throat, AHEM!
We are the phlegm.
Puffs of dandelion dust,
ignoring life, allowing hearts to rust.
Each day we rush upon ourselves,
shelving more decisions,
piercings and incisions,
in the side of eyelids, nose, and tongue.
unknowing victims, of
what we know not from.
beaming like returning martyrs,
blown to Kingdom Come.
matter splattered, gut ache or remorse;
no age is better for it; no age worse.
it’s what we choose to look at now;
it is our Holy Cow.
maybe sin is in the looking,
maybe in the not,
eyes averted;
disaster flirted with,
Mr./ Mrs. Smith,
composite couple;
doubling our efforts
to keep up, win the cup;
get the bowl;
satisfy a never-filling hole.
Our procedure is to marry;
double-feature of our troubled futures;
sutures for the wounds inflicted
in a psyche so conflicted;
we sit for hours and hours
hours and hours, paying folks
to analyze the guiltiness of flowers.
We simply grow, didn’t you know;
afraid of what we have created.
Frankensteins,
so overrated, - tall,
but not so unrelated after all.
One would think that he owns the place.
He's never happy or satisfied with God's gifts.
But he takes my personal nuts without asking.
I catch him stealing and he shows no guiltiness,
and gives me no respect as if he owns the place.
He walks slowly down the fence line and stops.
Squirrel and human, six feet apart, and eye to eye.
He looked at me as if I had done something wrong,
and made me feel that, not I, but he, owns the place.
But you should have seen the looks on my angry face.
070121PS
Loneliness is a powerful thing...
It always hurts your feelings
When somebody tells you wrongs
About your beliefs...
When someone stabs you verbally
And emotionally scarring you for years.
All those fears, turn into fear of
Being true and strong-willed for yourself...
Other people may never remember your pain,
And pretend it was nothing like they took it in vain.
Loneliness kills you when you see
What others might have and you ask
"Why can't that be me?"...
Guiltiness of envy causes even more loneliness,
The kind of feeling that tells
What kind of spells negative thoughts put on you...
Forcing you to believe
That what if everyone hates you.
Feeling hurt and corrupted after hearing others...
Saying you're bad to others,
Making you think "They don't understand anything..."
Feeling ignored and bored
When you start to feel left out,
You start to doubt about the friends you have.
(Any kind of) Loneliness is a powerful thing...
Do your homework
Don't point fingers
When your eyes are dirty
You can't throw same stones
Of guiltiness back
If you are not right
So take a chilled pill
And be wise
Before you talk think
Before you present
Your case be sure
Of yourself
Don't cross my ways
If you are not ready to face me
Talk is cheap
So before you criticise
My life and talk about me
Do your homework
Do your homework
Don't judge me
If you don't know
Were I came from
You might be shock
To realize that
Am better than you suppose
Am stronger than you thought
Am wiser than you never imagine
And I will keep going
More than you can ever wonder
So please before you attack me
Before you destroy my name
Do your homework
What will l tell God?
Will dead excuses be the language spoken,
Through his ears?
Will my face be hidden when narrating,
The story of my past?
So lonely I'm, for guiltiness has eaten,
Up my face in its silent mood.
The mind in my mind can no longer,
Capture the scene of the past.
Nakedness and beer bottles were my,
Daily meals.
Some admired me of my sexy look, while,
Some called me aside for advice, but insults,
Were their daily results.
I now regret my past, if I'm to miss the,
Gateway of heaven, who will l blame?
Would it be night clubs or fornication?
Would it be my crushes who have turned,
To Roaches?
I was born as a servant of God, but,
The gravity of night clubs and materials,
Things have pulled me down.
My heart is now a place of discomfort.
Flame, burning flame
Not of the still mill’s furnace
Not of the scorching summer sun
Not of the volcanic hazards
The flame is youthful age
The burning flame is juvenile biological time
It burns inside the heart
It instigates the biological demand
It shows the path to douse the fire flame
Teenager comes as lover/beloved
But loses own sense in its dark flame well
Cause of naturalness in its allurement
Teenager finds not here crime, feels not guiltiness
Cause of naturalness in its enticement
That’s a divine crime adolescent body
That’s a disease of youthful biology
That is Lust………L-U-S-T thru L-O-V-E
01.09.2020 Chattogram
[After reading The Safe House - Poem by Taslima Nasrin
and note- "This poem was written while Taslima was forced to live in confinement in an undisclosed location in Delhi from 22 November 2007 to 19 March 2008. Sujal Bhattacharya translated this poem from her book"] PRISONERS POEMS
Jail
the safe home for criminal
to change the guiltiness!
Safe home
my home
where I'm free
independent bird
can fly hither to thither
whenever I want wherever,
can speak, can write, can eye contact,
can live, can sleep............
But there I've seen
the safe home
where freedom in solid doom
where independence in cruel chain
where a woman was obliged to live
for safety from toxic paws of independent criminals !
-February 11, 2020 Chattogram
In my melancholic turmoil moments besieged with pain
As I groan along mocking injustice terrain
Languishing in misery brought by deceit of betrayal stain
Sorrowing* midst righteous verdict I hope to gain…
My God offers to me His grace, never vain.
I draw near to Him, placing my life into His mercy’s domain.
In my melancholic turbulent days against guiltiness’ cohort
When I cry for divine aid and support
Excruciating from my downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to my worldliness and its carnality-haunting escort …
My Saviour pours His mercy for my ultimate resort.
I draw nigh to Him, laying my faith upon His strength’s fort.
In my melancholic troubled times of grievous despair
That I need urgent care
Beseeching for an assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare…
My Lord presents His promises which His words declare.
I abide in Him, exposing my soul to His victorious stare.
*"Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better." Ecclesiastes 7:3
July 21, 2019
5th place, "Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 7/23/2019.
Dead Aylan in this sprained beach of humane,
Embraces me but I've no
any guilt feelings!
Toll of knell is proclaiming all my guiltiness
but I'm in stillness of my job, I've
no guilt feelings!
No guilt feelings; no nightmare, I can
jeer at all your sacredness, cause I've no
guilty feelings!
no, no, no! I'm only true in world business!
Albatross of Mariners, the soul of Aylan!
No; I'm not!
Refugees, settlers are everywhere, can
die in my business pyre. I'm
the power, no guilt feelings!
Havoc morning of humanity I can bring!
Let them die in mourning song
of dwelling
I'm the trader, the business magnate
gear, guilt feelings in not in
my super power!
- October 15, 2018 Chattogram
I have been so blind…
Oh hey, nevermind…
I want strength again…
Let's look into it…
Our silly little wit…
Gets us glad I admit…
Scared…scarred…left with tears…
Couldn’t face my childlike fears…
I’m indecisive…forgive me with cheers…
Righteousness comes from discernment…
Wickedness is original from discouragement...
See, there's proof I learned from the Holy Bible of encouragement…
You’re glimmering like grand-find, mined gold…
Your soul is still young and bold, never once old…
You are always a warmth with a twinge of cold…
Too blue to be true…
Too true to be you…
I am these three dots that you can’t undo…
…I need an extreme upgrade…
…Many mistakes I’ve made…
…I’m fine, all guiltiness paid…
Feeling these three dots and its lows…
With relatable shade of shadows…
That, in itself, raises many eyebrows…
But, after the lows, come the highs – it shows –
As the wicked wind blows and gracious sun glows
Counted my toes countless times; inner-child smile grows…
LIFE OF A LEADER
Head is head,
Let tail not call unto his tailness
The mighty names of the prestigious leading head.
Leaders are human and are
Bound to errs,
They live for us the life in
Their busy life
Leaders cry for the betterment
Of the ingratitude followers.
Have you imagine the pathetic
Cry of a leader?
The cry for guilt of realness.
And cry for the ones he think
He serve but don't wish him well.
Leaders are learned an are
Bestowed with the spirit of Leadership
All a leader can offer is
His leadership blood,
Pathetic tears and
Progressive sweat.
Let the cry of a leader defend
Him of guiltiness from haters.
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016.
Guiltiness -stress on my consciens. A teacher from the past. The song in my heart.
As remaining shadows, a vibrant shiver where palm met palm. Your hands warm, mine cold. Perfect combination? Or a sign of let go?
Open your ears, listen with your heart
To defenseless voices screaming in the dark
Hear the hollow sounds of battered children
Crying helplessly in their fright
A continuous nightmare of bruised anatomies
Scarred memories
Lasting for the rest of their lives
And broken spirits innocent children must bear
Listen closely if you care
To countless voices crying in agony
Infliction of pain
In various increments and range
Neglected lives thrown away
Deviated acts of molestation
Torture running rampant throughout every vein
Committed by sick minds of the insane
Listen to the lonely voices
Defenseless children crying from narrow closets
Where darkness mutilate guiltiness souls
Open a window in your heart and listen
As a society we must shoulder the blame
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