Soft bubble gum fame,
the taste fades as the limelight flickers.
Erased the watercolors are muddled
with raindrops. This weathered canvas has taken
on a richer saturation, embellished by a
downpour.
Filthy pile of dexterity,
twisted into emotions of addiction
and attraction.
Tough tastes of trouble,
a hard shell built up
waiting to wither with a touch.
You’ve become so bubble gum famous.
Charm me, I’ve given all that I have.
Twirl me about make me shout,
it’s time for me to receive.
To Witness the fall of a gift given
leaves you hellbent to curse the world..
until it burns.
Worked all night redefined the ‘it factor’
again, refurbished by burnout.
Soft bubble gum fame,
the taste fades as the limelight flickers.
Deepest fears deplete the darkened mirror
The shallow artifact goads the seer
Lamps switch between worlds
Starlight crimp and burn
A hellbent crucible is near
Four seasons ago my life was rebooted
A year process for it to be completed
Here are my learnings from the constant upheavals
Stop being against yourself for you have enough adversaries
Society is hellbent and fixated on life’s outcomes
Try more to focus on the process and its jewels
Faith in what you cannot see is eternal
Faith in what you can see is temporal
Whatever happened to you is either a gift or lesson
Rejoice evermore and do not let envy be your weapon
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.
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
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
All aboard the bizarre Farage barge..
Unless of course you are from abroad..
.
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
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.
(“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)
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 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.
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
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
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
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.
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