Hellbent Poems

Destruction is a form of creation

Some say destruction is a form of creation.
But what did I create while destroying my body?
What was created while I was chipping away at my skin, slice by slice?

It's not until you step back and stop the destruction
that you realize you created resilience.

Even though the destructive thoughts
souround your essence in a thick fog of darkness,
hellbent on destroying everything in its path...

Destruction is a form of creation.
And every time you fight your way out of that fog,
you're destroying the clawing urges bit by bit—
and creating a resilience against the very destruction
you thought would be your end.
Destruction is a form of creation.
So create a victorious mind.

Waves

If you’re down and about, and you don’t know where you’re going
That you’re so overcome with doubt, and you know that it’s showing
Just know that you’re not in all alone and each time you made it before 
And each time you have grown in getting ready for what's next in  store

But you say this time is different You’ve never been at this  point before 
With  depression you’re so hellbent thinking that’ll even the score
But I know you’re going to succeed because that’s your pattern in life
And this lesson you’ll also heed
for the next time that you face strife

And though it may seem so far away, and you’re just not able to make it
So far off of your way that you just want to throw in the towel and quit
Remember what happens when we pray I for you and maybe you for me
That’s when the tides start to sway and your soul starts feeling free

But you have rarely ever prayed before for it’s a God you don’t believe in 
Almost to the point you deplore 
because you feel as though you can’t win
But that clearly is not the case as he carries you in this very moment
Continually extending you grace in that one day you’ll finally repent

Southee serenade

Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..

Flitter finessing leathery fruits..

Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..

Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…

Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..

Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..

Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..

Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..

Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..

Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity.. 

Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..

Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..

Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…

Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…

As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'

Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..

Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…

Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..

With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend

Oi Oi Hoi Polloi

All aboard the bizarre Farage barge.. 

Unless of course you are from abroad..
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Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist..

Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist.. 

Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist..  


Depraved raves..insist..craved faves..

Won't save slaves & knaves..

Hellbent they are sent..

To graves under the waves…

Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats..

Seedier media leaders lying..

Defying the dying..


Folks crying..ghastly ghostly boats..

Crude jokes delude..lewd masterstrokes denude..

Corporate rascal castle debacle floats..

On dank murky murderous moats..

Scuffles.. muffles ruffles & kerfuffles

Pokes & provokes just for bank notes..


The ubiquity of inequity

This poem or tome..

Every face…race should be.

Free to roam..

In this place..

We all call home..

agoraphobia

Agoraphobia 
Can you imagine, all my life, I have suffered from agoraphobia, the fear of being exposed as the true me without a fig leaf to protect me from the scary world, yet I was hellbent on curing myself because, on that stage of life, all I needed was a push, which I found without any help from you.
It began in Liverpool when I had three cafés to run when the morning fear was acute, only stilled by whisky. Yes, I was the boss, ok with a hole in my heart, I knew I was a fake
Nervous breakdown doctors were not told why you got 
into trouble, they thought it was about drink.
It was not that simple; it was about a fear of the open, alone going back to childhood.
The people trained to help looked another way I cured myself by understanding what I had to avoid: drunks; I retired, which was easy because they thought I was a hopeless alcoholic, but drinking was never my problem, 
You were my problem, with your college education set you, and after reading a few books, thought you knew about the human condition.

HellBent

(“Field of Dreams - Flanders 1917”, 2020, original oil)

HellBent

Rumors of war, hard-ons for war
Bad dreams and perverse fantasies 
Driving dirty old men forward into battle.

For at least someone to do 
And have done to them.

Just as a real peace is on the horizon 
The machines of war come to life
Preparing the ground for harvest
To supply the hawks and crows 
Their carnage.

(11/25/24)

An Illusion

We are a species gnawing at the roots of existence, hellbent on self-immolation, our every endeavor a funiculus of futility. The argent legacy of our forebears, squandered by imbecilic hands that molded us into hollow effigies, devoid of essence, yet rictus-grinning with vacuous ignorance.

Fear, the petrifying shackles that bind us, rendering us ciphers of compliance, indentured servants to the whims of the elected elite. We toil, mesmerized by the tintinnabulation of trinkets, and the numeric abstractions that promise ephemeral solace, but deliver only eternal enslavement.

We are fallen titans, parasitic echoes of greatness, our nebulous dreams reduced to flickering embers, as we succumb to the siren's song of servitude.

Worst of all someone is reading this right now thinking I am gloomy and need to smile, but can’t say I am wrong, my question to you is, your joking right?

They Died Young Legend

They never hand a chance,
young lovers in a dance with time
and circumstance.

Loving
Laughing
Running
Hiding
Robbing
Killing

But the world adored the lovers,
the doomed wanderers,
the hellbent folk heroes
evading the law and the end 
that was coming.

There is no honor among thieves,
betrayal is only a deal away 
from a friend willing to make a trade,
and the legend of the lovers began
when their lives ended in a trap 
full of bullets.

Inflictions of addiction

Two Sedoka's on addiction.
I think we all know someone who suffers from addiction, be it alcohol, drugs, pills or gambling..  Sadly too many judge from the action and do not see the reason behind many fall into it.


fighting addiction
chains of control solder hold 
held captive to corrupt brain
unhealed trauma screams
judgement offers no respite
soul hopes to escape prison

warfare addiction
mind battles intense craving
brain hellbent to find next fix
without compassion
do not judge - support through love
save a soul that's still alive

Attitude

her attitude is as Stoney as the Henge ~ she’s hellbent on revenge 

like an old cow chewing cud and grazing ~ her utters are a hazing

Children of the Phone

Wake me up I must be dreaming,
All I hear are people screaming.
Running Hellbent for their lives,
Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives.

Chased by rabid daughters, sons,
With sharpened knives and loaded guns.
Vengeance towards their harsh demands,
For taking cell phones out of hands.

It Was Only Then We Each Woke Hell Up and Then Knew

It Was Only Then We Each Woke Hell Up And Then Knew


A rose gave its fine fragrance and beauty for free
Smell that drove ones beautiful girlfriend to exclaim
My darling, these are ravishing and just for me
And to think I thought this, it was you to be tame.
She in that pale blue dress and that dolled up hair
With her famous smile and with figure so damn fine
My pals cried, "you get pretty ones, life aint fair"
All good ole Southern boys except Paul from the East
O' yes James, real bad apple ready to deceive
This world was a jewel ready for the taking
We were the dirty rascals hellbent on grabbing
With the gas petal on the floor no damn braking
But we each later got our own damn heart stabbing.

For truth is we had finally each got our due.
It was only then we each woke hell up and then knew.

Robert J. Lindley, AUGUST 5TH 1975..
Rhyme

Note- today, well yes I had  very wild youth for about 12 years.

What the World Needs Now

What the world needs now
Is love, sweet love... sound familiar???
No truer words were ever spoken
Love makes the world go round
Everything else is secondary
Us humans seem to be hellbent
On destroying everything that's good and decent
It's beyond all logical reason or explanation
We all need to step back
And take a good look at what we've got
It shouldn't always be about what we don't have
Before you know it, we reach our golden years
And what was so very important once
No longer seems to matter one iota
RELAX... GO WITH THE FLOW
Live, love, laugh... it feels sooo damn good!

Hellbent

Without an iota…
out of the pan
into the fire
for my wokeness
an eternal pyre
God given compassion 
comfort 
I cannot see
for my own
you will not believe
they say you can’t teach
an old dog 
new tricks
but I will still try
between the stones
and the sticks
despite 
what you’re believing 
I wish you
ease of being

Raging Storm

Waves pummeled her bow, causing the schooner to rock
as a tempest wind heaved its feral breath into her sails.
The crewmen were steadfast, but had the right to balk
at warring against the strength of wild Nor'easter gales.
If I had seen warnings, we'd be safely moored at a dock.

Thunder unleashed his temper with a vicious tongue.
"Brace for another wave," I yelled to each brave mate!
Some were swept overboard; in the sea they were flung.
Three sailors tossed into the deep by an onerous spate,
when the boom cracked and split, around it had swung.

The furious storm was hellbent on gifting us to Neptune,
but against its rage, we fought with courage and heart.
When sea and sky calmed, I saw by light of a pale moon,
we were lost somewhere in the world, not on any chart.
Weatherworn ship and castaways, stranded on a dune.



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