Long Deadness Poems
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When she stepped into the traffic
did she see the oncoming,
judge the distance;
the fleet footedness
of her thoughts calculating
the crossing,
or did she read the red end of her life
the way a deer might
caught in a blind light,
paralyzed by decisions?
I watched,
perhaps other eyes were on her
too far away from the moment
to save or rescue her time.
When planes break apart
the passengers fall out of it
thinking, calculating,
& dying before the end.
Possums lay in the road
gambling on deadness
to fend off an 18 wheelers.
Did a ghost of a thought
push her back,
keep her swaying
like a cartoon road-runner
on the curb edge,
or did she plunge into the truck
gambling that she would
always be
a moment away?
Was she already lost
as she unraveled a tangle
at the other side of town.
This we cannot say,
for most of us reflexively
looked away.
There’s a door through every form of deadness,
Marking the beginning of a fresh era,
The cosmos heralds its emergence,
Life forms at the gate of the deep.
The silence within every deadness speaks volumes,
It takes an unperturbed heart to listen and understand,
And a tranquil soul to discern the path to another realm,
The elements will support those who are willing to journey there.
There’s a beauty hidden in the night,
Mysteries emerge from the night’s cloak,
The mind transcends and descends with the uncommon,
And a stream flows along with its descent.
Nature is saddened when mortals remain aloof from its light,
The cosmos weeps when we refuse to ascend its ladder,
Look out from autumn’s window,
And find your stars in the dusk.
November 12, 2024.
It seems like yesterday when she wrote a letter to me.
The clock was ticking into the new millennium,
And every word was a reflection of her heart—
She embraced me from afar.
It seems like yesterday when we were meant to meet.
Resentment was still brewing,
Anger coursing through seething veins,
The fallen Iroko tree was still the song of those it had sheltered,
And time had yet to be the elixir for their sorrow.
It seems like yesterday when we first met.
She was overjoyed to see me, and so was I.
She shared stories from years gone by,
Her smile was occasionally shadowed by a blankness as she recounted each episode.
I imagined how she managed to wear so many different shoes,
And I understood why she was known as an unyielding rope.
It seems like yesterday when she journeyed through the meadow of the strange,
Slowed down by unseen forces—
A monster that cocooned her in gloom,
Shielding her from the sunlight of togetherness.
It seems like yesterday when she eased into the night,
Taking her last breath at the start of her favourite season.
Indeed, every deadness heralds a new beginning,
And every departure leaves an imprint.
September 24, 2025.
December 7 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Galatians 1-3
Key Verse – Galatians 1:3 Grace be to you and peace from God the Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ASSURES US HIS PEACE
God assures us His peace despite anguish of sinfulness
By His grace through His Gospel’s gloriousness…
Let us seek to please Him as His servants of righteousness
Along faith that certifies our salvation’s preciousness.
God assures us His peace despite deadness of false religion
By His truth for us to abide in genuine spiritual region…
Let us behold Him with trust since He is the perfect heart surgeon
Along faith that vanquishes doubts’ legion.
God assures us His peace despite worthlessness of vanity
By His Word bringing us toward Biblical liberty…
Let us commit our all unto His supreme sovereignty
Along faith that braces our redemption’s security.
God assures us His peace despite uncertainty of the future
By His gift of life everlasting against hell’s torture…
Let us serve Him sincerely around His pasture
Along faith that keeps us sharing His loving gesture.
God assures His peace despite attacks of disobedience
By His mercy lifting us in our ministerial diligence…
Let us believe Him, trusting His miracles’ resurgence
Along faith that guards us against humanistic expedience.
God assures His peace despite threats of curses
By His covenant confirming His immutable promises…
Let us depend on Him while running our races
Along faith that upholds us in overcoming sin-causing forces.
God assures His peace despite guilt of transgression
By His forgiveness packed by His compassion
Let us abide in Him under His supervision
Along faith that conquers iniquity-burdening oppression.
December 7, 2025
There’s a beach I found
Somewhere on the coast of Massachusetts.
Its sand is ivory white
Unblemished by seaweed or driftwood.
You have to walk through the forest to get there,
But the skeletal trees stop just at the beach,
As if afraid to cross an unspoken border.
It has appeared to me only in Winter,
Although I’m sure it is somewhere in Summer
Hidden by the newly resurrected leaves
As life returns to its shores.
It is dead in Winter though
The waves high and angry, but sluggish,
Dead,
Unspeakably black,
Crashing haphazardly on the ivory beach.
No dead branches let their bony fingers creep past the border
They twist together, pushing against an imaginary wall
But never passing the point where earth turns to sand.
The sky is a lazy, bloated, bluish gray,
The sun, the blind eye of a corpse,
Useless.
I used to visit this beach often,
Finding its melancholy anesthetic.
I would fight my way through the trees,
Ducking under their caution tape branches.
I noticed,
On my eighth visit,
That the sand wasn’t made of rocks or shells,
But tiny bits of bone.
Somehow,
So many corpses,
Had found their way to this cove,
That they replaced the sand.
I do not know how they found their way here,
Whether drowned, dumped or eaten, or jumped.
Carried by the waves.
Had they created the deadness of the scene?
Or had they been drawn to it by a preexisting stink of death.
There is no hope for identification or autopsy,
These bones can’t tell their stories,
Can’t be separated.
They are nothing but sand,
Only the earth.
That day I left the beach,
Leaving behind the ghosts and bodies.
I knew not how I had crossed the threshold
Found myself in a world of the dead.
I didn’t care, knowing only that I didn’t belong.
I scrubbed the bones from my body,
Standing under steam for hours
Watching them slip down the drain,
Starting the long journey home.
I knew better than to return,
My blood has no business there,
My bones can wait for the day
When the ocean carries me back
To the shore of bones.
"In the Arctic Ocean, the echoes of loneliness are silenced by the stunning beauty of its icy waters, a living testament to nature's delicate balance between isolation and vitality." by Jami Patterson
"No, the Arctic does not yield its secret for the price of a ship’s ticket. You must live through the long night... You must have gazed on the deadness of all things to grasp their livingness." — Christiane Ritter, A Woman in the Polar Night
Arctic Depths
A sorrow sinks into the deep abyss
The crushing cold, a heavy, marble shroud
Where the faint sun forgets to ever creep
And whispers are not meant to be aloud
The water tastes of ancient iron, old
A bitter, sharp tang upon the tongue
As the deep secrets wait, forever cold
The immense weight of pressure, sharply flung
The narwhal glides in velvet, endless black
Its ivory spear, a purely ghostly gleam
Along the deep sea trench's lonely track
A silent, solitary actor in a dream
The ringed seals exhale a vapor white
Their large, dark eyes reflect the fading gray
A fleeting warmth against the endless night
Before the heavy darkness pulls away
A mournful silence fills the aching ear
A sensory, profound, and deep despair
For every sturdy creature dwelling here
Breathes in the ice-cold, heavy, chilling air
The mighty Greenland shark moves slow
A cold-blooded phantom, old and vast
Observing everything below
A living relic from the past
Its body is a dense and frozen thing
Moving through the current's icy sweep
No joyful sounds the deep can ever bring
Just endless, chilling slumber while they sleep
The Ocean floor, a vast, pale sheet
Where slow-motion currents gently flow
A rhythmic, cold, and soundless beat
The profound, dark truth the deep must know
Deny the lies
Remember the cries that I utter
I fear this...I fear that
Someone will eavesdrop
And deny those implicit lies
They don't see it
They won't believe it
I can't hide my confessions
My bones are no longer fit to fight
If you only knew what kind of rejections
I face every day
Now this world has turned away
Deny these filthy lies
Don't creep in on them
No one told me you were leaving
Stricken by words
Crippled by your powerless passions
You will never know
I have been tripped with your outbursts
Don't bother...leave me in the dust
You must
Return with all the hope you have left
Yet there's a feeling of betrayal
Your face is awfully pale
Disguise as a defender
Don't be embraced by vultures
Run as you can...
Toil and misery is waiting beneath your bed with lacking, misleading eyes
Greed is rushing through me...your innocent...you could defend yourself
I am angry and torn by discernment
Deny the lies
It's almost like a crooked radio repeating a verse that's dragging
Do you realize it is a reaction
That separated
The truth and twisted it into violence
Acid is crawling side to side
Get ready to collide
I am wrapped in dripping lies
Deny this...I told you so
Enraptured deadness
Sweeps upon a destroyed village
We can explore it
It would be unreal
We don't have to pay a deal
I hear your cries
But I can't help but remind you
Deny the lies
Though life's a trampled street
Deny the lies
Insert coin and watch me cry, go ahead all you have to do is say the magic word “goodbye”
And I’ll crumble into pieces in reverse, almost as though I was never shattered in two pieces and left for dead in the dirt
A frown will turn into a smile quicker than the blink of an eye, and those tears that were once upon my cheek will disappear like rain rising back into the sky
My hands will be so still no longer shaking and holding myself up, they will be able to reach and touch your face just to feel a rush
The deadness in my eyes will start to sparkle and take on a gleam like you have never seen, because they will be looking into the eyes that they love the man of my dreams
But you only get a few minutes and then the act will start to fade away, and the sadness will return until you pay for another play
But the sadist in you, he has a pocket full of coins, because you get joy in watching me bend, break and be destroyed
You love the power that piece of silver gives you that you hold inside of your hand, knowing that you can put me right back together and bring me to my knees once again
You could stand here at this booth and be greedy keeping me all to yourself while others watch as you put on your own show, and the sad part is that I go along with it because you broke me, I’m no longer whole
When you run out of coins, I think to myself finally, I can rest and as I deflate to a pile of dead memories my heart takes its last breath
You stand there for a little while longer as though you're capturing the look of me lifeless in your head, and as much as I want for you to insert another coin, I know this time the game is truly over you have left me dead.
I know I’m going to die
It’s just a matter of time
Till my body catches up
With my state of mind
When the deadness of my heart
Will make its beating still
When my mind just shuts down
Almost against my will
When every living fiber
Like my soul gives up the fight
When my body finally slips
Into that endless night
The blood coursing through my veins
Is slowing down its race
There is that tinge of death
That's reflected on my face
Shutting down every function
My body is giving in
Sensing there's no desire
The battle of life to win
It's clear all of my tissues
Have finally come to see
That there is no breath of love
That can give life back to me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Numbness prevails over me,
Masking me… sending me pangs of suppression
Deadness tears its way inside of me,
Consuming me… devouring me with yanks of oppression
Darkness frowns upon me,
Dragging me down…sending me scraps of sadness
Gloominess molds me inside and out,
Chasing after me…surrendering to my wretchedness
Shadiness lurks above me and it wildly swarms,
Murdering me…scarring me with my unbroken misery
Murkiness blankets over us like troubled storms,
Shaking us up…bribing me with heaps of boundless fury
Edginess overrides me like a wraithlike form,
Misleading me…sneering at my failures and agony
Blurriness absorbs in this uncanny terrain…no sign of storm
Still, I’m withering into sand, grinding into shards of tragedy