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"Despair is generally defined as a loss of hope. In existentialism, it is more specifically a loss of hope in reaction to a breakdown in one or more of the defining qualities of one's self or identity." Søren Kierkegaard
St. Kilda is a World Heritage Site.
Birds persevere;
rock houses
empty
now.
Last
count topped
one million
resident birds.
Sheer numbers endanger other species.
Humans have not lived on St. Kilda for
nine long decades.
mind-boggling
man's choice -
move
Man
fought the
elements
two thousand years.
Wind, water, weather and wildlife won out.
April 27, 2023
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St. Kilda is a remote archipelago off the coast of Scotland.
The remaining 36 residents chose finally to leave
an environment which had become unsustainable. Imagine
their despair in leaving - displaced, adjusting to a new existence.
Awakening’s Discovery
by Odin Roark
Once you discover
Who you are
Where you’ve been
Why the paths chosen
Something happens
Urging ever forward
Blank white flutterings
Pages unwritten
So many chapters now past
Unlike authoring a book
Ones words
Action and resolve
Remain fixed
Yet
Up ahead
Waits the anxious
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Making up the days
Where as before
We can still design
The continuing story
Defining future chapters
Acknowledging the drifting sands
Of one’s hourglass
Perpetual
After all
Like all of existence
Energy never stops
Save any directional change
That limbo stage
So brief
So meaningful
Promising anew
Tomorrow’s discovery
We only need awaken
Now starved of sleep I watch the shadows creep,
this selfish heart now seething with desire,
beats and beats - relentless thrums grow deep-
they hide, oh how they hide inside the fire!
Then...peaceful in the meadow is this gloom,
in lunar lumen's self-defining light,
that cowers from the truth that dwells at noon
in one forgotten moment of its flight.
Precocious shadows sweep the slumbered fields,
like children of the day that tease the sun,
to loose the resurrection that it yields
while owls of conscience watch which way I run.
As moonlit meadows wander in my dreams,
my peaceful posture's not quite what it seems...
problems are many
but with the pen my problems are semi
living life one page at a time
trying to stay in a straight line
consider me after you know my problems
with God I’m stronger, and my mind softens
he makes me not a monster
helping me to be somewhat smarter
was south bound straight to a dark place
was going north erasing my mind staying in space
counting the pain in chronological order
defining my bipolar disorder
flip a switch and I see red
unrational fears in my head
pouring my soul to a higher power
time after time my prayers got louder
sometimes crying in mental pain
but my reasons are not in vain
never really showing emotion
because inside I know something is broken
but not all is lost
man if it was not for god my life would be tossed
realization is the key to empowerment
and empowerment is the key to betterment
until I’m gone and over
I remain a soldier
Polar.
I just write. Sure, I have pieces in several books just scattered all around. Probably have written over 999 Poems by now. Still, My accolades are hard for me to gather and jot down. Let alone celebrate any milestone of accomplishment that I won’t remember when you ask what I have been up to anyhow. Imposter syndrome is the persistent inability to believe that one's success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved… I almost thought they were defining me when I came across that word on Webster MD. I’ve never felt worthy of anything, not even things I worked at relentlessly, exhaustedly, tirelessly with every piece of me out of breath until the end result was perfection nothing less than, and still, I couldn’t see why anyone would want to fall in love with me. I wished and prayed but that imposter pushed any hope for love away, reiterating the false dialogue I kept on repeat day to day. It’s strange because I believe it's only when my spirit is in a weakened state. Even so, this cloud of doubt will dissipate the more I follow and he leads the way. Clearing my vision and the swindlers at play, who are working hard to keep me alone and afraid. I don’t claim that phenomenon and this inability to see what I have achieved, these ungodly feelings are something I now recognize as old patterned thinking. I was supposed to be this statistic, a druggie, crazy, out of my mind; ballistic. Someone kept me cloaked. Someone helped me miss it, the bomb society unintentionally attached to me because of the producers of my Limbic system. Reminded I’m not a stranger in my skin, I am just now learning how to settle in. Sometimes fraudsters sneak false thoughts but I don’t ride their beliefs as my own because today, they are not me. Now, I rely on the outcome of my actions as my “ imposter me not”, insurance policy.
"I am the lattice of illumined soul that suffuses
you with the hues of divine love" - Quote by poet.
I'm a dew drop
in lattice of divine fabric.
Layer upon layer I'm so designed
with shining diverse hues,
defining the aligned strata of inner light
where my unique psychic patterns are unified
with sequins of joyful sunrise,
spreading the golden essence of euphoria.
I fabricate
motifs of uplifting feelings,
suffusing the morose mind with delight
that transcends painful times.
You need to look outside of your self to find me
poised pristine on the reclined blade of glossy grass
that has grown with glory of spring
in the meadow of love where I gleam for you bright.
A Mid Summers Day
It is the perfect summer’s day
The suns warmth on my face
The lake calm as glass on a table
I sit there bobbing like a piece of driftwood
The lapping of water a serenade to peacefulness
The call of a loon nearby
The thumbs up
The deafening roar and ever so more
Every muscle in my body now tense
The knees bent and arms extent
I am propelled forward like a missile
The defining moment arrived, shall I fail or survive
At first I waiver like a giraffe’s first steps into life
The wind sweeps back my hair
The summer heat flushes my face
Like a blow dryer working its pace
Now I glide effortlessly as if standing on water
The shoreline passing at ever increasing speed
Exhilaration is now my need
Round and round we go as if in slow mo
Then once again my legs do go quiver
Adrenalin has met its match as exhaustion arrives
One minute on water the next I’m in
To shore, a beer, a smile and maybe a grin
Life of a water skier
Andreas Simic©
life on Planet Earth
constant change to death from birth
defining the worth
a one time event
an existence much like rent
was such time well spent?
who and what are we
no trivial pursuit be
despite pedigrees
following all rules
of cultures, creeds, states and schools
leaves us useful tools
decrees which confound
class contradictions abound
vague questions resound
deftly inserting
words bent upon subverting
soon turn diverting
safety long has been
in knowing what lies within
defining of sin
anger can erupt
when greed fuels the corrupt
regret won't disrupt
while shrinking life’s scope
truth soon became power’s trope
belief defeats hope
change has run its course
when disconnected from source
of life giving force
existence is free
lies within state of what be
forms reality
"Darkness will be preferred to light, and death will be thought more profitable than life; no one will raise his eyes to heaven; the pious will be deemed insane, and the impious wise; the madman will be thought a brave man, and the wicked will be esteemed as good." -The Prophecy of Thoth
Unwavering promise veiled lengthy devotion,
Unveiling the eyes amid his universe’s notion.
Unlacing the heavenly brightness of the sky,
Up is taken inside a magnificent nirvana fly.
Undeniably, we are only a mass of molecules.
All are formed of atoms that follow the rules.
Each atom in these mites emitted an energy wave.
These sway waves are like those in the coral cave.
Unarguably, it covers the crux of reality,
Only energy creates a split personality.
The higher self is the same for everyone.
You and me are the same under the sun.
It drifted away from our world: the universe,
defining the darkness of our primal curse.
The countless orbs will doubtless collide.
These natural laws cannot be denied.
How vast and deep is this boundless sea?
How dreadful is the length that would be?
It’s a site where nice trends may be in motion.
Massive explosions and planetary interaction
Our ubiquitous spirit opens and ends in us alone,
Our grace makes waves of the right tone.
Always stay in touch, since God is a paradise.
He is Alpha and Omega, and must apply his device.
Under the dark, there is a flow of darkness,
What we do, leaves a mark, even in blackness.
This is like a shadow that vanishes without bliss,
Overcoming bias and approaching the abyss.
The truth may put one’s mind at ease,
hearing the dramatic cosmic history of seas.
Only a tad of the cosmos, we are worthless.
We must relate this to the mood of purpose.
Written: November 1St, 2022
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i brushed the crumbs
from out my beard
left over breakfast
but now way passed
brunch so to be
saved for lunch
i saw she had pieces
in her braces though
she knew there
wasn't much
she could
do
so we talked
and chewed
the cud cause
cuz that's
what one
does
buddie buddie
but not just
any body
gotta be
a buddy
body
she was that way
when we raided
the mini bar at
hotel costs for
cheap beer
over cost
but no overcast
conversationalists
just open another
bag of those
not so real
potatochips
i want to do it
again like with
my friend and
do it again like
back then and
do it again like
it
never
ended
again
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