Long Apathy Poems
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casting away all pieces and parts
of an existence full of casual talk
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms
full of philosophy and apathy
on foolish babble on time
lost and found morality
memories based on foundations
of aimless travels
looking skyward
casting thoughts incalculable
emotions of love
hate or disdain, unimaginable
full of the rage n pain
playing the blame game
who are we to say
rooms full of empty views
the apathetic feuds
glass shards, crack
crazy crystalline harts
like falling cards or raining stars
as bodies burn in lethargy
casting stones into the ocean of tranquility
small are the thoughts that ripple large
reflections hard as yesterday’s tomorrow insane
cast away photos in a scrapbook of memories
pieces n parts of arcane life, disregard
full of white rooms and silent storms
staring into the mouth of madness
casting all way the pieces
parts of an existence full of casual talk
in classrooms of apathy n despair
watching burning bodies sitting
in boardrooms full of misery
looking into a city, feeling its toxicity
counting the bloody beads of a rosary
I’ve been hard and I’ve been soft
My heart has known love
And my heart has known disgust
I’ve been strong and I’ve been weak
My heart has known hope
And my heart has known despair
I’ve been warm and I’ve been cold
My heart has known passion
And my heart has known apathy
From the center of my heart
Where only God can see or know
There lives a woman who loves
Beyond her yearning dreams, completely
I’ve been happy and I’ve been sad
My heart has known pleasure
And my heart has known sorrow
I’ve been spontaneous and I’ve been withdrawn
My heart has known freedom
And my heart has known inhibition
I’ve been thankful and I’ve been ungrateful
My heart has known appreciation
And my heart has known ingratitude
From the depths of my heart
There love lives and opens the door
To faith that fills my life with inspiration
For feelings that create true satisfaction
I’ve been confident and I’ve been insecure
My heart has known positive assurance
And my heart has known apprehension
I’ve been a silent light and I’ve been noisy
My heart has known soundless joy
And my heart has known thunderous grief
I’ve been concerned and I’ve been untroubled
My heart has known reflective worry
And my heart has known how to be carefree
From the depths of my heart
There love arouses my hope to know
Kindness that prays and praises the One
Who makes my heart full beyond thought
From the depths of my heart
Where kindness awakens my best
Thrilling tones and hues of warmth
Awaken my affection of Deity, God
The ruler of my life, the One who knows
The depths of my heart and soul
And who gives me the opportunity to listen
To the whisper of His breath in my love
From my heart… I know hope
From my heart… I know faith
From my heart… I know grace
From my heart… I know love
From my heart… I know Him
The One who answers from above
With the strongest and sweetest agape Love!
N/A on 12/26/20
Curtains of Your Heart contest
Entering this in Best N-A poem of 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
January 13, 2021
Curtains of Your Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
December 21, 2020
If you look close you can see my disguise
I've got the mind of a killer buried deep in my eyes..
I've a different mind set than most you see.
I'm driven and fueled by a pure sense of apathy
just to take blood, just to get my thrill.
I have a demon inside I can't seem to kill
Another day. Another dead.
I slash my knife till I see red.
There's nothing left to do today.
Another life has been taken away,
but not in haste and not in waste,
only just in time for me to have another taste.
I'm lost in a state of mind.
I'm lost searching for another of my kind,
but my lonely mind is my only friend.
My lonely mind will be with me until the end.
A lonely whisper in your ear
says the very last thing you want to hear.
I stare into your eyes and you hear me say,
"Believe it or not, you're going to die this way."
Another day. Another dead.
There's something wrong inside my head.
I'm a serial killer. I am a true monster.
I kill only to satisfy my deviant pleasure.
I wear one face to the public and another to only me.
The true me I must never allow anyone to see.
One small glimpse into my non existent personality
can very well be the beginning of the end for me.
My prey however do get to see
the monster I keep caged inside of me.
You may awaken bound to my table one day
and with my blade held above you I will then go on to say,
"You're going to die now, and you're going to die my way."
Another night. Another bloody success.
Another craving satisfied. Now I can get some rest.
Yes I am a monster but I do live with a strict code.
I never kill innocents. I kill killers ruthless and cold.
Some killed for pleasure. Some killed for pay.
There's plenty of killers to kill to satisfy my sick crave.
If you've ever killed an innocent life
I'm going to one day introduce you to the blade of my knife.
I'm not trying to be a hero or a vigilante kind of fella.
I'm a psychpath with an addiction. I'm a serial killer,
but I guess you can say that I'm doing God's will.
It just happens to also provide me with a deep, dark, sick thrill.
My code is to kill killers who kill for pleasure or who kill by being bought.
If I kill innocents, I stand a greater chance of getting mysef caught.
If you're a killer, you and I will cross paths and I'll sure be happy to meet ya.
I'm America's most loved serial killer. My friends all call me Poindexter.
“When yesterdays become devoid of compassion”
I would wake up with blurred vision
Unable to fulfill a noble mission
Around apathy, marked by pride’s oppression…
When such happens midst love’s absence
I would lament with guilt in chaotic silence
Having allowed myself to rule along selfish license
In the guise of caring attitude’s prevalence…
When that scenario lingers of no charity glow
I would pray to God for His blessings' flow
Since His “compassions fail not”* today and tomorrow
Letting life to triumph against challenges’ woe.
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: Great is thy faithfulness.
May 21, 2025
3rd place, "Choose a Line" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/22/2025
I lost my mooning contest
with the moon.
The odds were in my favor:
two pallid orbs
against one: a sullen sack
up there, barely engaged,
as the gamblers around me
gawked. But
when the blood billowed
down to my noggin,
I swooned, face dunk
in the mud.
Next day all the grog in Terra
below could not
stake a rematch between me
and that bad
bulbous bag of apathy
in the night,
that orbital ogler flashing
its silk surveillance through
our innocent panes
and unsuspecting livers,
exposing our competitive
genitalia to alleged shame,
a heavenly body, distinguished
by the negligence of its ilk.
While I wasn’t watching
A child was taught to hate
While I wasn’t watching
The hungry were told to wait
While I wasn’t watching
The future was betrayed
I finally looked and saw that a generation had lost its faith
While I wasn't watching
Another species died
While I wasn't watching
Another mother cried
While I wasn't watching
Another politician lied
I finally turned to look away and seek a place to hide
While I wasn’t watching
We settled into complacency
While I wasn’t watching
Dreams wandered aimlessly
While I wasn’t watching
The mirror waited patiently
I looked, but it was hard to see a path out of our apathy
While I wasn’t watching
The unknown became the enemy
While I wasn’t watching
Truth was sacrificed silently
While I wasn’t watching
I lost track of the good in me
I looked up, and saw that we have a shared destiny
Now that I’m watching
I must acknowledge the things I see
Now that I’m watching
What I was missing saddens me
Now that I’m watching
Can I help avoid another tragedy?
I see a chance to atone for my sins, and help restore sanity
I feel best in nature far from city blocks.
Peace comes from viewing God's beautiful stages.
Medicinal are streams, trees and even rocks.
On natural land every sense engages.
I so love all of outdoors genuine sounds,
my happy inner child playfully abounds.
All earthly vistas mankind has not tainted
are heavenly views and feels that God painted.
Gray, gloomy and cold are the steel and concrete
of large, sprawling cities built to fulfill greed.
Clustered strangers press buttons to cross a street
and are dwarfed by buildings for which land did bleed.
There are blocks of humans from rich to homeless
where trauma and apathy leave hearts boneless.
Even in June, I loathe how cold cities feel.
I have no guess why to many they appeal.
(His Version of The Face of Depression)
A smile, what is that? I haven’t seen one in so long, at least not when I look in the mirror that man’s expression is set in stone
Eyes, are they supposed to sparkle and shine? Because all I can see is death and despair when I look into mine
Personality what is that? Definitely not something I own; I have nothing to offer to anyone that’s why I am better off alone
Hands that aren’t cold to the touch, does such a thing exist? A heart that isn’t dark and dead inside, I’ve never heard of this
A broken heart that bleeds but is sheltered behind a wall, I would know nothing of such you first must have one at all
Dressing to appease someone else’s eye, or to make yourself feel something? Yeah, I’m not that guy
Putting one foot in front of the other, what does that even mean? I don’t walk, I stomp wherever I go if you know what I mean
Living in the darkness because you know nothing of light, never giving anything to anyone because by doing so would be right
Coming home and not having to remove a mask that you wore throughout the day, because your face says it all I have no emotions to convey
Breathing in and out and screaming just to hear any other sound, but the silence that you live in, and then feeling even more without than you already were to begin
Lying on my bed but no daydreaming for me, my past is my past, my future doesn’t yet exist, and my present only revolves around me
Playing conversations of yesterday on repeat in my head, just so that I can revel in the pain that I once caused wishing for it to now puncture me instead
Envisioning that I am the one being caused pain, that I’m the one being made to cry, it’s almost funny to imagine that because I am dead inside
Missing you so much that it hurts? If only I knew how, I have no remorse for anyone or anything, don’t even bother asking me how
Feeling guilty? What is that? Feeling ashamed? Oh, those are what people call emotions, I didn’t know they had a name
Looking at my reflection and seeing nothing staring back at me, only the look of a broken, dead man who calls himself apathy.
I …
am obtuse angle -
once lost … wandering
an indigent urchin of Valhalla’s streets
a smudge on the heavenly lens
and yet …
made worthy by the art of
your papery hands
as they place gilded cobbles ‘neath my feet
tear-washed and baptized
to tread where gods devoured their days
spinning men’s dreams to thistle
and puffing them gone …
all for granted -
all aged by apathy and arrogance
their own vile victims …
you have brought me to know -
to find wonderment
and to see for myself, their ruin
a calamity of conceit
that we tiny things paid dearly for
we bottom-pocket contrivances
tenders of oblivion
meant only to kiss the toes of what
they deemed precious …
and still, strolls here now in their stead
one such costless creature
but priceless too
for the sake of the one path they
could never weave
a gold-shine track paved to immortal
existence by the
care and kindness of gentle fingers -
hands aged by the tares of three lifetimes
yet soft with gentleness …
your simple act of humility and grace
and the sacrifice that is never
a sacrifice -
the only key to The Gate
and the one treasure that in all
their divine majesty
escaped them …
love.
October 13 Scripture Meditations Based on John 7-8
Key Verse – John 7:21 Jesus answered and said unto them, I have done one work, and ye all marvel.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DOING YOUR WORK IN ME
Thank You for doing Your work in me within Your perfect will
Despite my sinfulness-tendency along holiness’ hill…
Help me to be faithful while in Your care I keep still
By Your grace, my role I can fulfill.
Thank You for doing Your work in me within Your assured salvation
Despite my transgression-acts along cleanliness’ sanctification…
Help me to be repentant while I seek Your transformation
By Your power, my heart I submit for Your conversion.
Thank You for doing Your work in me within Your strengthening righteousness
Despite my iniquity-guilt along redemption’s forgiveness…
Help me to be sincere while showing my submissiveness
By Your mercy, my soul I entrust for Your graciousness.
Thank You for doing Your work in me within Your authoritative command
Despite my disobedience-rebellion along stewardship’s demand…
Help me to be diligent while labouring in the promised land
By Your guidance, my body I yield to Your errand.
Thank You for doing Your work in me within Your purposive aim
Despite my worthlessness-vanity along worldliness’ game…
Help me to be persistent while Your promises I claim
By Your Word, my goal I align toward Your fame.
Thank You for doing Your work in me within Your heavenly kingdom
Despite my slothfulness-negligence along routine’s boredom…
Help me to be spiritual while enjoying religious freedom
By Your prudence, my perspective I sharpen by Your wisdom.
Thank You for doing Your work in me within Your eternal commitment
Despite my arrogance-apathy along humanism’s involvement…
Help me to be biblical while pursuing for meaningful fulfillment
By Your love, my satisfaction I settle through Your commitment.
October 13, 2022