Long Anguish Poems
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mom, i think im dying
and i think i will miss you
my 8 year old self would hate me for that
but you are my flesh, my home
your rage is a tribute to all you have endured, perhaps misdirected, but i think i understand you now
a final encore
i know that scares you
it scares me too
i spent all my life despising you, for things out of our control
but perhaps i am you
i blamed you and i blamed you and i blamed you
but i never knew you
a young scared broken girl, your brain a storm of love, for hatred. your brain is my brain, your love is my love, your fear is my fear, anguish is my anguish. i feel what you felt
oh mother, hold me, brush my hair, kiss my forehead
for this is the end, and i don't hate you anymore. forgive me
i will die your daughter
and i will be rebirthed as your haunter
Written: December 19, 2023
"His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. Edmund Wilson"
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With each fresh day, leaves on trees grew dry.
Stream flow had ceased in the vast waterway.
Enormous boulders collapsed to dust!
Perched on lonesome island of my life fust
I tasted the bitterness of shattered dreams.
Walls stood in my path, hindering laud gleams.
Depart from my delicate and feeble universe!
My nightmares shattered all hope, into a curse.
Departing with daunting sadness and failure.
Wallowing in self-pity, longing for a torn sailor.
I am seriously suffering through my fate!
I was startled when I heard a faint whisper sate.
Optimism is a belief that can lead to success.
Even if roses are cut, spring will still progress.
Shift focus toward kindness, not dwell on pain.
Twiddle to the glorious sky to rise once again.
There are no desperate situations, they say.
Only desperate people endure; they convey.
In the pits of anguish, hope might dwindle.
We mimic inner force to rise without a swindle.
There, within the deepest recesses of our minds.
In a land where shadows hover and dismay binds.
A faint glimmer of light starts to flicker.
We will strive for perseverance and vigor.
Who are these people, you might ask?
Ones who will fit any extent for their task.
They are those who are eager for success.
Steadfast in their quest, they never digress.
They are the skeptics, rebels, and bold.
Who is loath to be tethered by societal mold?
They overstep limits and breach walls.
Unabatedly, their tenacity never stalls.
Ready to accomplish a wide range of things.
They have no fear of spreading their wings.
No snag is too vast, or argue that is too tough.
They are keen on any cost, even if it is rough.
Grace flows, twists, turns, renewing spun gold.
Heaven's enduring doors continue to enfold.
Wistful soul is overtaken by delight scope.
Phoenix emerges from the ashes of lost hope.
August 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 42-44
Key Verse – Jeremiah 42:6 Whether it be good, or whether it be evil, we will obey the voice of the LORD our God, to whom we send thee; that it may be well with us, when we obey the voice of the LORD our God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EMPOWERING US TO OBEY HIS VOICE
Praise be to God for empowering us to obey His voice as He:
Assures our salvation around His security, shielding our souls
Accepts our supplication according to His Scriptures
Attends to our sacrifices by His satisfaction
Approves our service along His standard
Affirms our sincerity in soulwinning
Jeremiah 43:8 Praise be to the Lord for
letting His Word come unto us as we:
Worship Him in His truth
Work for Him toiling midst tests
Wait for Him through His trustworthiness
Watch for Him while testifying about His triumph
Walk with Him with thanksgiving over trials and temptations
Jeremiah 44:7 Praise be to the Saviour Who
checks us against our evil deeds; so, we should not be:
Provoking Him to anger
Perverting His assertions
Praising Him with our anguish
Performing against His authority
Pleading to Him midst our apathy
Pouting against His assured answers. Amen!
August 23, 2024
Written: September 15, 2023
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In the halter of destiny, we are all bound.
A monody of souls dissemble and found
With every lynch of trice vicious hand,
We quest to the ossuary of the apex land.
Yet in this hoedown of life and death,
We descry trices to canonize our breath.
In the equidistant cuddle, we share,
We ascertain solace in the clad of despair.
Through brittle nights and rallying days,
We quest to unfetter from the maze.
Omega awaits to clarify our fate.
Ablaze of stinging anguish, we can't abate.
Inanimate entities, ephemeral, and plain,
As a ripple of anguish sways, weep in pain
Aside from that, the cosmic harbinger sky
Espies our destruction with a silent sigh.
An epidemic of metempsychosis,
We inherit the legacy of pestilence psychosis.
On hiemal days and hibernal nights,
We bear the stature of sorrow's bite.
In every epoch of fugacity,
We quest for repeal—a wink of clarity.
Bequeath and madness, we strive to overcome
Nocuous menace to switch what we've become.
We often embellish it as life is so anxious.
Our roots still hold the pinnacle to progress.
Decisiveness, anguish, and an urge to revoke.
Lead exposure us to a nonlethal stroke.
The dance of life and death is an exquisite art.
Delight and anguish entwine—never apart.
At the pinnacle of this poetic tale,
We ascertain that life's heirloom prevails.
Though pestilence and grief endeavor to bind,
We have the incite to bequeath them all behind.
So let us dance, with hearts bridled high.
Embracing the madness as we reach for the sky
What’s Beyond the Fence?
Anguish, I languish at your feet
I wish you’d set me free, misery
I’m a lost fish in the sea in repeat
I pray you’d hear my prayer — that’s my only plea
Don’t fence me in
With your love again
Don’t fence me in…
With your love again
Don’t fence me in, in, in
You’re in your inn
You’re sufferin’
Where have you been?
I’m feeling lonesome once again
Don’t fence me in
With your love again
You wore me thin
I’m hiding in my den
I’m feeling stressed out without a doubt
I want a way out…I swim and shout…
Depressed, I’m a mess it seems
I wish you’d repair my broken dreams
I’m at the seams in the air of despair
I pray you’d hear my prayer — if only you would care…
Don’t fence me in
With your love again
Don’t fence me in…
With your love again
Don’t fence me in, in, in
You’re above your sin
Don’t sink it in…
Where have you been?
I’m feeling lonesome once again
Don’t fence me in
With your love again
You wore me thin
I’m hiding in my den
I’m feeling stressed out without a doubt
I want a way out…I swim and shout…
Don’t
Don’t fence
Don’t fence me
Don’t fence me in
Don’t fence me in
Won’t you let me win
With your love again?
Don’t fence me in…with your sin…
With your love again
Won’t you let me in
With your love again?
With your love again?
Your love again…
Love again…
Again…
Written: September 17, 2023
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In the misty, morbid moors of winter mantle,
Meadows lay barren in gray shades and prattle.
Skies, akin to canvas, drawn with grief and woe,
Skylarks seek shelter as spartan spurs stow.
Wind whispers weakly, a woebegone wound.
Silence slopes set the slues, a solemn sound.
Bark of ancient trees bears the scars of time.
Sinew firmly in the earth, their roots entwine.
In liable land, where souls languish and swell
Winter bite runs deep, and the drear dwells.
But amid the anguish, there is a hidden flame.
A spark of creation, an optimism that tames
A durion stands lofty with its thorny crown.
A eucalyptus dances and savory shrubs abound.
Humble plantain sways; it sheds a vibrant green,
While the sumac and cypress tag hues yet unseen.
The catechu and bauhinia bestow blooms,
Litchi and Bay cram the air with fond perfumes.
Limbs of birch trees sway, twigs rending the sky.
While the tim and brier pace, with a wild cry.
Brazilwood and aeolian trees unveil vibrant hues.
As the shill of the wind gyrates, idling a tune, true
Tumbleweed rolls, a nomad in the bleak land,
With every beat of its seed, it crafts a sound, grand.
Intermittent blight may be dimming the scene,
But the spirit of nature remains evergreen.
In the misty moors, as winter holds its sway,
Nature's beauty and resilience find a way
It’s a specific ache of a translucency.
When the void lays bare in the existential oblivion of a consciousness too far to reach.
When the light dims, energy draining the colours of my essence; shades of red metallising the shallow of my breaths.
When the fatigue tugs on my beauty spots. Each speck a black hole of invitation, a desperate grasp of a life thrown to the illusion of my shadows.
The glistening, teary craters smile at me.
Each glint of silver illuminating the rhythmic, pounding anticipation lying behind the cave of my voice box.
The craters were a testament to my survival.
They were a testament to my endurance.
A testament to my unwanted persistence; carved out of torment and ignited in anguish.
And I find, it is a specific ache of a cataclysmic triumph against the abyss of my own inevitability.
Heart Whisperers
Though far from one another
as it was right from the start.
A million miles in between
yet they share just one heart.
Seeing things that go unseen
and feeling teardrops fall.
Then sitting down to write
each time they get the call.
The call that comes from broken souls
from things a soul endures.
They call themselves the poets,
They are Heart Whisperers.
Quietly they move about
just like an unseen friend.
Listening to the brokenness
that's carried in the wind.
Seeing far beyond today
and knowing their own part.
Words written become music.
The whispers of a heart.
Water stains the paper
but the pain is not their own.
They hear the crying calling
that feel so all alone.
They somehow feel the anguish
and that ever aching need.
Each time they start to write
their soul begins to bleed.
They hear the broken hearts cry out
from things their soul endures.
They call themselves the poets.
They are Heart Whisperers.
Edwin C Hofert
The grove stole my soul
and put it on a pathway
to display
the beauty of family.
The roads stole my escape,
and the trains piss me off.
The waves are far too far away,
and each day
is simply a day.
Anger gone to anguish,
the sap of circumstance,
the forgotten chance
to be
absolute.
Carry me home, I want the drugs,
Get the scales, throw the food,
drink the lottery, but don't leave me here.
Go back and disappear,
Go back and appear.
If I give you a smile,
will you give me a job?
Just get on and be sound
with the way I'll be drowned.
This is it, this is it, this is i-t
this is this is this is this is this is
and what.
there are scars from stitches-
ice cold ruby blood runs through your
veins...
as you smile anguish and grimace joy
free will was becoming,
and you were liberated;
drowning in aspirations with gifts
God gave in hope that you
would embrace them,
nourish them with care-
but
the sky turned grey and life blew away-
as the trees, in the breeze, sway in disarray
i was going to tell you i needed you-
but
it rained that day, thunder roared
and
i was too scared
i planned on giving you my compass-
but
it must have cracked when i got lost,
for at one time i too walked rough trails
so I leave town wearing a brown burlap gown-
maybe tomorrow will soften my frown
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12.13.19
-luloo