Long Agitations Poems
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This is my story…
A headless lighter, a writer
Mix up with silver long metallic
Make the agitations clear cold then warm
Neurons from above became so clear
I can hear my heartbeats like a doldrums
Because I’m just a woman with a perfect body
But now, it turned flat because of my past histories
My body was an image of different sceneries and echoes
That’s why I burned this five handed plant to disturb mosquitos
That anytime can suck my blood from within,
but their proboscis injected the smoke from the air
it became toxin for my veins, a bad effect to alter my inner beauty
and then the sensation…
Where am I?
This game was made by the influence of black society,
Their intentions were white but the grey matter strikes
Then now it became black…
My past that filled with conqueror, with their influence
They kidnapped my siblings, my children
My past that burdened with rapist
They took it all for me… everything…
And now… recollections…
The only way to forget these
Is by getting in again with their systems
Again use their solid potions
To forget everything, my life, my history, my spirit
Out of hue,
Every time.. again… I see myself in black, I knew
…
But all have their end point of time…
I want to find myself again… Where is Mary Jane?…
The real, new… Mary Jane of Barangay Tibay
I deduce, and then seduce it to bring back my old persona
To write another chapter...
but its too late..
I heard some footstep like a machinegun
In this dark room where I have surrendered
Since yesterday…
Is this because, now I realize the real meaning of life?
But he arbitrate that my half still in pain
And still…
Can a beast… can destroy the equity
from the green inferno?
In my instance, the beast coincide
Like a cannibal longing for a fresh meat
in the middle of extinction…
…
“Who are you?” “What are those?”
Mary Jane Said.
The looks were so unfamiliar
He grabbed me… he undressed me
He gave me what he think I deserve…
All became so clear….
Finally I met Him…
And there’s a red blanket everywhere
My heart starts to stop
My spirit try to comeback
But then…
I found myself at the ground,
And then he found a home inside my body
A grief for my grave
There’s no chance to paint back myself
Like a blood-red moon on the zenith of the summer sky
Like a crimson bindi on the forehead of a bride, shy
I place you, O anger, within my core consciousness realm.
With agitations of cogitations, within I whelm...
My voice raises; my entire physique trembles; my face frowns.
My fist clenches; sweat cumulates; there’s a curve in my crowns.
Wherefrom does, like a monster, arise this strange aggression?
Hurting myself and others, I fall into depression.
Hatred springs up like a mushroom from a monsoon muddle.
Both, one in mind and one in heart, as long-lost friends, cuddle;
Pessimistic moods threaten, like protruding dagger tips,
Within, often occurs, the exasperation eclipse...
You, combined with malicious thoughts and words, are in my blood.
Within, feelings of absurdity and emptiness, flood
Like cobras in Coitus, you passionately amuse.
Like alcoholics in full booze, ultimately, I snooze.
To get rid of your clench, for me, is a constant struggle.
This is because our intimacy is like a snuggle.
Rooted in it is the short pleasure I merrily draw.
I'm, like a chick in an eagle's inescapable claw.
The Divine intervention, at such a juncture, I plead.
Within unseen realms, as though wounded in battle, I bleed.
Crying, weeping, screaming, and screeching I come before God.
The consciously conscious who, with love and respect, is awed.
The havoc you caused in me during your satanic reign
Makes me understand that these hullabaloos are in vain
Sooner or later, like catharsis, you come to an end.
Towards freedom and sanctity, merrily, I transcend...
Sickly Annie is so anorexic,
it’s a heartbreaking story
of bulimic misery
Looking in her madhouse distorted mirror —
only a frail, starving image
does Annie see
Always taunted by a silent, bulimia bully,
sticking her tongue out
at Annie hungrily
Lusty appetite of ravenous desires
require a steely mouth chastity
Oh, such feeding paranoia!
Two pence suspense dreadful
eating disorder
Another penny thought tossed:
Annie is bellyaching for more,
but her Ziploc lips
always close the refrigerator door
to the pantry store
She can’t ignore
those unfriendly twin persuasions —
crummy yummy tummy agitations
Oh, such tragic operatic lamentations:
Culinary over-indulgent temptations
of phantom necessary dietary limitations
Secret anorexic desires ...
wantonly
watching and wanting
weighty
bulimic dreamy results
Annie can’t stomach the sight
of food anymore
Annie love the gastric plight
of basking in food galore
Dueling mentally malleable wills
of delight and fright:
those thoughts Anor ain’t amicabul
So, Annie vomits out the pain
buried deep in her core ... once more
After another caloric intake body invasion,
such upchuck, casting out relief ...
albeit snatch brief,
brings regurgitated throat bowel victory
Then returns the nightly
pleasure sensation
of gorge —
the tasty, daily irresistible lure
Fighting a losing battle ...
sadly, Annie still ain’t quite sure
which waist side will win in the end
Fat or thin?
How invigorating...
to be finally free after much
hustle and bustle of daily life!
As the world gets busy
disintegrating bit by bit,
you're someplace else;
far removed from it all;
away from all the stress,
the agitations, the disturbances;
in total harmony
with yourself, with nature;
you get to have a conversation with God.
You get to cherish time
and revisit an inferno
of long-forgotten memories,
Oh, to temporarily retire
to a quiet domesticity
with plenty of time...
to sleep, to relax, to attain
a much-needed peace of mind, to reflect
on what's truly important in life,
what a magnificent rarity!
If you have time to burn
by all means, get away from it all....
Date written: 02/14/2021
i've taken up drinking.
talking to a wall.
a wall of confusions.
delusions.
agitations.
in depth analyzation.
sadness.
the word
of the day
of blight.
smite?
a worldly
glorious
delight.
she sits
in one spot
gladly staring
into a face
a
face
a face
a face
a
face.
the face
with
eyes.
with mouth.
with mystery
with
with
depth
long gone.
wonders
what
it is like?
why not?
why so?
why anyway?
ever?
why.
because!
because!
the face replies
showing her
dismay
and assemblage
she thought she had,
but inferiority
takes over
like a raging
baboon
over her young.
her young.
their youth
the youth
of questions
and no answers
the youth of mirrors
the face
and
the ass
tonight
she too
like me
will take up drinking
away from
confused questions
questions not even
formulated.
a
blank.
a language vacation.
start with an
adjective
she ponders
an adjective
a simili of nouns
[auto correct
interjections
correcting her
created words.
the fascism!]
going over
the past before
the word
of written
words
a word?
a word.
!!!!! flee !!!!!!!!!
she flew
melted
into a word
You glance down upon my desolate soul......
Entrapped within your eyes the silent glitter of the universe.
Your beautiful hair is enlightened by the sunlit waves of the Ganges.....
Let me kneel beneath the ends of this earth and with my tears cleanse your feet, my Goddess, the embodiment of love.
My offerings at heart are traumatized by the eternal wave of arrows, my fate.......
You have blessed this world with sweet music, your enchanting voice......
Yet drowns my joy, this immutable rhythm of endless cries.
You have subjected me, a lonely flower, amidst this realm of thorns......
my roots cannot compete any longer, my soul is being ebbed of what joy remains.
“Speak to me my Lord, tell me what I have done wrong!”
The gentle agitations of a cocoon, disrupt my train of thought....
She slowly struggles her way out with what strength she has, this beautiful butterfly...
Oh how sweet is this symbol of freedom gracefully flapping its wings.
I see my Lord, I see everything now.......
Only through suffering can one reach salvation.........
With this thought engraved, I shall prolong my love for you, forever and ever....
Amen
NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
SAY ADIEU TO EUROPE AS IT EDDIES TO THE DRAIN
THE DEMISE WILL BE SLOW WITH BLOOD WITH PAIN
THERE IS AN INVASION ALL EUROPE IS UNDER SIEGE
BY DEDICATED JIHADISTS DISGUISED AS REFUGEES
THEY WILL SLOWLY COLONIZE INTO URBAN CENTERS
OBEYING SHARIAH DEMANDED BY THEIR MENTORS
THEY WILL REFUSE TO ACCEPT LOCAL TRADITIONS
AMASS LARGE AREAS FOR ISLAMIC IMPOSITIONS
ESTABLISH NO GO ZONES TABOO FOR THE LOCALS
CALL TO PRAYER RITUALS WITH ARABIC VOCALS
ONCE SETTLED WILL COME CONSTANT AGITATIONS
CAUSING RIOTS AND UNENDING PROVOCATIONS
AVOIDING BEING CALLED RACIST LOCALS CEDE
YIELDING TRADITIONS TO SATE INVADERS’ NEED
LOOKING AROUND OSLO YOU’LL THINK ITS IRAN
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLAXEN HAIRED BEAUTIES GONE
THEY’RE IN HIDING AVOIDING THE LEWD FOCUS
OF MEDIEVAL SAVAGES THE MODERN DAY LOCUSTS
EVENTUALLY THE LOCALS WILL BECOME AWARE
BUT IT MAY COME LATE FOR THOSE IN DESPAIR
IMPORTANT TO RECOGNIZE GENEROSITIES WOES
OFFERED TO INGRATES THAT ARE IDEOLOGICAL FOES
HOUSING, FOOD AND FREEDOM IS OPENLY FURNISHED
A JOYOUS SPIRIT OF GOODWILL FOREVER TARNISHED
Keep smiling all the time !!!
Trials and troubles and despairs are unavoidable
Until one sleeps in the cold embrace of a quiet cellar
Never mind the tribulations that continue returning
Don't lay down your arms while smiling all the time.
It is in the nature of life, problems keep on haunting
Never ever get jammed by setbacks that keep visiting
Stand up firm and face the predicaments squarely
Maintain your while smiling all the time.
The distress may be physical or psychological
Afflicting the physical entity or the mental
Bear the hurt calmly for nothing is permanent
Gird up your loins while smiling all the time.
Not to lose sleep and protest the state of affairs
Let things and events happen at their own pace
For there shall be light at the end of the tunnel
So continue the march while smiling all the time.
Life is factual and not be taken inconsiderately
It is to be lived with joy and cheer constantly
Facing all agitations or tensions optimistically
Clutch the Lord tightly while smiling all the time.
At the end of the breakwater
I stand between two extremes.
On one side, the bay's agitations
and hurl of water smashing
against boulders, on the other,
the calm lick of waves
barely rising above a ripple.
Such division throws the mind
out of balance as if it seeks
an equilibrium, a point where
opposites are reconciled in a bland
soup of sameness. A hurried
scramble to find the predictable
in the messy tangles of chance.
The world is not like this.
Creation is born
out of the spewing throats
of volcanoes, earth upheavals
and flooding rains then given
time in a pause to rest and put
together its masterpiece.
For us, storms, earthquakes,
raging fires are seen as arrows
of misfortune flung by nature
or vengeful gods. For creation
they are tools wielded out
of a primary need, something
beyond the grasp of mere earthly
calibration. Praise be
for chaos and calm,
the hammer and polish
of creation.
I saw, indeed, aside a Sisyphus – stone
A lonely old little daisy standing alone
Fading and dying and nearly decaying
Closer to the brink of its grave bending
In her heart seemed a caterpillar, hanging
Suffering its final stage of pupating
Chrysalis cocooning grasping rasping
Jumping, humping and its fluid-pumping
Fast, haste, rapid, relentless, impatient
Fluent, steady, stringent, persistent
The start of its life, it appeared
Could, rather, be its utter end
It really did not want to die
Rather, it yearned to survive
This was the great reason why
Its undergoing tensions high
All these difficulties struggles and strives
Pains and agonies and agitations
Struggling, striving, senile suffering
Death, resurrection and life-giving
It emerged into a beautiful butterfly
And flew away above in the colorful sky
What a meticulous metamorphosis!
Birth-death-resurrection life-synthesis!