Long Corporeal Poems
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In doom light, I see all that is &
Ever was, I see all the façades
Stripped away n callouses
Tearing away all the love and hate
In doom light, the endless white
No sun, not in endless, twilight light
The ash drifts in sinister currents
There in a chair out of nowhere
A figure sits, a gray shadow in this doom light
The light before the end of time
When all is done, all is said, all wars have bleed
Everything has been lost or completed
Every word that should have been said was left for dead
The end draws nigh, the light of nothing, shadows cower
A dead light of nothingness clings to all in shades of bitter white
In the doom light stands I, a witness to the ending of time
My non-corporeal form drifts in between
I see all in doomed sight, at the end of reality
Or make mine, one of Creations demise
I watch all in the fading light of yesterday's sun
A Nova on the horizon
The end of days has come
I see all in the doom light
The light of dawn before time was spun
The figure sitting
The effigy of every deity
Lost in the approaching storm of nothingness
All awash in the doom light
I see all that is or ever was
I see all the façades
Stripped away n callouses
Ripping away all the love, hate
In doom light, the endless white
No sun, not even twilight
Just endless dead light
The ash drifts in sinister currents
There in a chair out of nowhere
A figure sits in gray shadows,
In this doom light
The effigy of every deity
I linger for a little...while longer
Going blind in the doom light!
With empty capacious cauldrons
the living entities arrive arrogant,
and depart organically desolate.
In between they turn into
instinctive greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortunes,
getting sucked spellbound
within the abyss of cravings.
In the innate inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining dormant,
but in the blooming garden of love
it can sparkle sublime with elegance,
emitting the patina of penchant.
The chase of the migrating mirage
in the desert of deceptive ego,
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance transient,
trails the sandstorm trajectory,
but the surging squall of strife
over the dunes of dwindling life
subsides in the inner space
of divine latent love configured
with the lattice of self-aware surrender.
In the blazing realm of connived conflict
the sane senses of sobriety
turn into consuming cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the fountain of love
with divine flamboyance,
douses the fire of disdain,
and with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent fabric
of blissful epitome of existence.
As the pristine petals of conscience buds
of my serene soul unfurl
in the subsided swells of stimulus,
and bloom the divine lotus of bliss,
I’m overwhelmed by the shower
of His graceful gift benevolent
of hope and contentment bestowed on me.
The beauty of idyllic life I then perceive,
blessed by the bequest of the supreme,
suffused with the ecstasy of salvation.
The Vessel pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 1/2)
A solitary figure off the beaten path,
The air a palpable gloom
Be it mortal or shade of someone passed,
No longer in want of a tomb
Betwixt a shuffling gait and steady pace,
A sole impression leaves foliage displaced
This mark being the only telltale trace
It may be of flesh and blood,
And not trick of the moon
At a glance— one clothed in religion,
Or belief in superstition,
May perchance, mistake this form,
For haunting apparition
Till the snapping of dry twigs and leaves,
Ragged garments snagging trees,
Footfalls placing fauna ill at ease—
This IS flesh and blood,
Allaying all doubt and suspicion
A weathered woman of years gone passed,
Innocence of youth, —long ago
Whose leathery hide, worn and cracked,
Lays bare a tale of hardship and woe
Though she's endured this life cruel,
Her gaze still pierces deepest blue,
That belies a fire 'neath azure pools
Her body a shell, scorned and wracked,
But the eyes, —windows to the soul
This corporeal form— not shade,
But mere mortal deduced
Wrapped in cloth tattered and frayed,
Sway from limbs like hangman's noose
Though the night's biting chill, ill-favored,
She does not stumble, falter nor waver
Not till completion of one final labor
Then, Death take hold the reins,
And shuffle the mortal coil loose
Through the tangle, muck and mire—
Every inch of pernicious terrain—
Punishes flesh, but heart's desire,
Stokes the embers that keep her soul aflame
Aided by moon's celestial lighting,
Quells the fear within from rising,
As journey's end meets the horizon,
A blighted vale where devils conspire—
Where darkness and despair hold domain
Even if yours truly could repeat every grade...
Without fail, I would flunk preschool
farcical scenario aside
truthfully, metaphorically, emphatically
resigned to life as replayed
male live violent scullery maid
forced to spend existence locked
within veritable grotesque
dragon filled dungeon paid
existential dues many times over
horrible nightmarish masquerade
eternal punishment cruel fate
refuses to trade
redemption condemning freedom to fade
prefiguring edge of night
mental dark shadows shade
purposefulness reduced trite
poetry without reasonable rhyme
sole recourse to vent bitter tirade
black bile coursing thru
at woebegone permanently delayed
jollity sabotaged travesty
utter ignominious parade,
no surprise violent rage
bubbles up inside decayed
corporeal flesh, where psyche slayed
fledgling inchoate willpower
self destructive courtesy inherited
ignoble misdeeds displayed
havoc struck in utero a frayed
fetus, where mutated
deoxynucleic acid double helix played
out flawed biological blueprint
fetish, obsession, and zealot
regarding straggly tangled mane
salt and pepper grayed
quiescent, indifferent, and ambivalent
once upon a time
flirted deadly escapade
sought out anorexia nervosa
frankly zapped, starved, and
deprived critical decade
destructive, imperative, and operative
diabolical, inimical, and maniacal aide
de camp conspiring, kickstarting,
snapchatting umbilical cord strangling
again allegorical besieging enfilade
machine gunning, fueling,
and endowing tirade
erupted earlier today – 4:00 A.M.
spouse, racket she made
November 25th, 2019 waylaid
ordinary placid quiescent ruminative...
state, whereat as iterated I conveyed
or tried to elaborate intense anguish
thorny debacle arose
filleted here at Grosse and Quade
owned Schwenksville property.
I am a soul,
infinity is my playground.
Imagination is my companion,
and fantasy is my reality.
Corporeal and spiritual
I go where only I can go;
into the core of my being,
and shape my world accordingly.
I have no substance nor weight,
yet I am conscious that I am.
I am a soul,
infinity is my playground.
Imagination is my companion,
and fantasy is my reality.
Corporeal and spiritual
I go where only I can go;
into the core of my being,
and shape my world accordingly.
I have no substance nor weight,
yet I am conscious that I am.
I'm an immortal spirit;
imbued with emotions.
I know no limits,
ethereal and eternal.
I am a soul,
am I not?
I know no limits,
ethereal and eternal.
I am a soul,
am I not?
In the dark opaque night within the space of solitude,
enfolding the languid landscape of my indolent life,
my forsaken journey’s pathway aimlessly meandered
in the gloomy labyrinth of endless agony.
In the live network of intricate unassailable design,
layer on layer, my latticed mind was stratified,
the spiritual strata of the innate awareness aligned
with the unique sagacious patterns of perception.
In my journey within as an introspective explorer,
I discerned the enlightened soul in the sanctuary of bliss,
suffusing me with the supreme essence of divinity,
liberating me from the dungeon of corporeal abyss.
Travelling unshackled in the depth of inner sanctum
I heard the voice of the intrinsic wisdom I acquired,
telling me, this journey has no meaningful end,
collect acumen in dark ambiguity in search of divine light.
I then let my soul shine with sequins of celestial radiance,
sharing the flaring brilliance of a thousand suns.
In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity,
the inner galaxy turned me into a living light.
I was then the immutable hymn of the sanctified soul,
echoing through the melodic strata of consciousness.
The devout mantra I heard got intoned in my heart,
resonated with the symphony of the sacred spirit.
I attended the funeral of an acquaintance the other day.
Not my preference for pastimes I hasten to say!
But I felt to him my final respects I should pay,
And view his corporeal remains and help send him away!
I thought I knew the feller fairly well,
But as various ones eulogized over that empty shell,
I was at a loss as to who they were talking about.
The dude I knew stretched out there wasn't all that devout!
The preacher talked about him usually sitting in the front pew.
Where he got that information I really have no clue,
For Sunday morns found him and me on the golf course,
And his parlance on the greens was quite lewd and coarse!
Another guy got up there and had the fortitude to say,
How he supported his family and was frugal with his pay.
I fear that scoundrel was a bit too frugal with his bucks,
For when he broke this earthly plane, he owed me thirty-five bucks!
Mourners viewed the corpus marveling at what the mortician did,
Before the undertaker closed and screwed down the lid.
As the hearse whisked him away to his eternal rest,
I gave him the benefit of the doubt - the feller tried his best!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Let it like an eagle swoop on me,
I'm just a lonely swallow
scared and barely born.
I welcome death with all its pains,
As sundry pains become so excruciating.
Still in whatever form it may wish to take
I know I can hardly bear more.
All agonizing, throbbing, and vexatious.
Piercing stabs of affliction vibrate
In and around my entire body.
Oh that I would rid this misery,
This quivering of bones that feel
Like boiling water slowly dripping
On my weakest corporeal parts.
Death appears not! Oh well, who cares?
I’ll suffer the slings of torture
Hoping my painkillers would do their job.
Tomorrow is another day.
The pain will pass,
who knows the sun may shine again,
A new leaf, a fresh rose, a new love
Therefore, with beacons of light, I’m sure.
In the archaic anchorage of the wayward mind,
isolated from the righteous roots of inviolability
by the dislodging drive of the deriding desires,
untamed instincts shroud the senses in disdain abyss.
Under the sensual surface of corporeal discernment,
tapered thoughts transitorily profile intrinsic images
on the fleeting screen of the sprouting awareness
within the unique quintessence of universal reality.
The stimulant inner window on enlightenment vista
lets inside rousing sunshine of impetuous actuality,
radiates the impulsive impression of awakened psyche,
enhances the defining strength of the cathartic spirit.
As immanent emotions unfold in spontaneity space,
the soul contained latent in the cauldron of vacuity,
finds freedom, merges inspired with consciousness
of divine oneness in the realm of absolute supreme.
The embodiment of the unique existence,
life is the construct of the transient elements,
that design the plethora of perishable patterns
within the ephemeral mundane body-mind entity.
Beneath the sensual surface of mortal perception,
mind transitorily shapes the innate images of awareness
on the fleeting screen beyond the frontiers of sensitivity
within the quintessence of corporeal being.
The perception layers are crossed in inward journey
to discover the divine lotus blossoming within,
where the joyous music of freedom is heard beguiled
in the serene depth of sublime silence.
As the absolute truth emerges from the acuity crypt,
the embedded beacon of insight in the existential recess
turns into the inspirational divine luminosity,
harmonized with the radiant exuberance of existence.
In the live network of intricate unassailable design,
layer on layer, the enlightened psyche is stratified,
the divine strata of the innate discernment align,
with the unique sagacious patterns of awareness.
When the immanent senses bloom as the acumen lotus,
the vision of soul unbound by the limits of perspicacity
gets focused by the lens of transcendent consciousness,
suffused with the spiritual perception of the supreme.