Long Delusions Poems
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Pray, if the Gods love us all so much
Why is it that they never do open the skies up
And save us?
Why is it that they remain silent
Letting our hearts bleed
Letting our tears pour
Letting our delusions get even more
Misleading?
Do they really love us then?
Or are we hated
To such an extent that we deserve
Our sorrowful fates?
Why, if loved I am by the rulers of the cosmos
My prayers be sent then
To them
To take me out of this murky swampy land
Before my bones get too old
To carry myself
Before my body refuses to keep on
Shouldering me!
Pray, I am sure the cosmos hears me
Knows it too well
Of the allegiance I hold to the Gods
I lived, merely to find my purpose
Purpose which turned out to be void
As, in the end, the world unveiled herself
And brandished her sword haughtility at me,
Causing my glass cage to break into irrecuperable pieces!
I have nothing left for me here
No duty to carry out
No dues to repay
And I am defeated by the mundane existence!
Why, I shall keep waiting to see
As long as my will remains with me
I shall keep waiting, to see
If the Gods do love me!
I shall be sure of their feelings
The day I shall unzip my mortal self
And unfold my wings,
Set for worlds which are yet to be explored!
Children see things in a simple way
They could teach us a lot, my friends
Makes sense and it's perfectly logical
That eleventy-ten follows ten
Sadly they have to eventually grow up
And lose their childhood innocence
To see the world through children's eyes
Before life's problems commence
Life's not complicated as in later years
Just black and white, no greys
No traumas, no hang-ups, no challenges
To trouble their brain every day
They say it and play it just like it is
No delusions of fame or riches
They simply live and enjoy the moment
And scratch where the itchy spot itches
Those days are distant and gone forever
But I still remember them well
When I see some tots on a teeter totter
I just sit and watch for a spell
Children see things in a simple way
They could teach us a lot, my friend
Makes sense and it's perfectly logical
That eleventy-ten follows ten
Is our striving worthy? Are we but actors on the stage of life and oblivious to it? Here, the background isn't factual, yet the pain is! For millennia, we have explored the existential man, who, aware of himself and his ultimate demise, must swim against the curse of consciousness and quickly find the meaning of it all! For life, with its innate desire to live, invades some fine earthling and hijacks his part in the play. Then, forgetting he is the man behind the mask he has worn for generations, realizes he is but a pawn in a greater game! So, my dear friend, throw down all your delusions of grandeur, for there is but a poor wayfarin' stranger...in love with himself!
Every step you take
Every app that counts it
Turns to CYBER COURT
For SHOES produce microplastics
They end up washed by the water of rain
Into the very OCEAN
What is your pain compared to pain of the MAIN
Mass of unneeded morons
Delusions they live in of value
Themselves they do value too much
And FOOTPRINT they live in this shell view
Does render their lives DEAD as such
They are reinforced to be buying
The products produced by producer
And here is our GOVERNMENT
ALLAH is the great reducer
Not every religion is valid
Who are you to say who I AM
Humans shall really be dying
Point of this episteme
Logic is lost in their matters
Politics, courts and the tech
If you would fetch friend of mine the the Cyber
What would ???really would FETCH
Sure you ain't dog of robotics
Sure not the pervert as them
Not the control freak, psychiatrist
Perhaps you are better than S.T.E.M.
What if this great the commander
Really for Cyber commands
What if they way you're living
Doesn;t want giving you chance
What if you doesn;'t deserve it
Grammar distorted for means
What idf in this real system
Not those but these are you sins
Used to the stupid doctrine
Of the religious frauds
This is just me and wild horse
I am walking
He
Alongside
Trods
Inspired by a poem by Ogen Nash A TALE OF THE THIRTHEENTH FLOOR
THE POLICE
and some else geniouses of the ConNTEMPORARY
The way the tulips dance for me
Objectify my heart for the masses
Eclipsed by effervescent rays
Twisted and torn apart like frail butterfly wings
Immortal psalms spoken to a tree
In order to free the mind
From a rapture of forsaken solitude
There's asylum in silence
And burden in the collapse
Of a paradigm shift
Find little scraps of paper
Fold them over
A universe erupts in your fingertips
As if your actions
Were those of a righteous god
Whose blood could cure cancer
So riddle me this
If the answer is in the question
Was there ever a question
Or perhaps
Was the wrong question asked
But the right answer given
In the end it all leads back to darkness
Corrupting the senses
And clouding the mind's eye
We're a victim of our own cognition
Failing to bear witness
To reality for what it really is
Pantomime your last argument
The debate was settled before humanity began
That in the beginning an ending was written
And in the end a beginning was encapsulated
By the emotions of a willow tree
And the drunk man brandishing literature
To an immature world of un-hearing ears
Fill your last cup of tea
With the tears of Prometheus
In time you'll find your true self
But only if you become unshackled
From delusions
Planted in your mind thousands of years ago
If the nature of an honest man
Is wisdom
Then we shall label him unjust
And execute him
As a bloody tyrant
If the nature of a lying man
Is wisdom
Then we shall label him messiah
And execute him
As the savior from sin
And the burden is written on every page
Passed through generation
After generation
Until my heart is given platform
To write the language of the stars
I give birth to rapture
And in rapture I give birth to birth itself
For the sake of wisdom
My heart is half honest
But mostly lying
So mount me on the wall
And make me a martyr
For the whole world to see
And I watch one last time
The way lilies dance for me
It is as if the ceiling is cracking.
And the reflection in the mirror is lacking.
I don’t believe it is my family on the phone.
They are speaking in the wrong tone!
Or could all this be a reality that only exists within my sacrifice?
Of my inhibitions that used to keep my imagination from clanking like dice.
It is as if a shift is my well being.
Has created a universe that is receding.
It feels like I have been impaled by fog.
And that delusions are reaching through the windows to drag me into a bog.
And soon, I predict, there will be no hope left to walk upon.
I shall shift away from my family- this new fate I don.
From the spoils and tragedies of childhood,
panning virtues out of dispositions.
Impaling self upon the spears of truth,
cuts chains of substances and delusions.
Upon mercy’s door, the forgiving heart,
handles Love with gratitude and prudence.
Walking the gallows when bound to depart,
no more illusions when choosing masters.
Respect no longer collecting trophies,
Wars and peace only with integrity.
Essence lives in speech without utterance,
Pride under shovelfuls of honesty.
Closing the chapters when life deems it so.
Strong days testing the brave to deliver,
even when to the ones loved, it is no.
Broken but still, in those times forsaken.
An ear towards the counsel of the wise.
Wooed by the songs of a revolution,
prunes the soul of what is left, harnessed fears,
in diaries of this evolution.
Horses Ass
I wonder if you ever think about me
Now that the years have gone by
And who did you finally turn out to be
Once your delusions of grandeur ran dry
Remember we held up in my house for days
Listening to the Dave Matthews band
You weren’t subtle in your arrogant displays
Keeping your sax always close at hand
As a musician, you thought you a maestro
As if bad jazz was a new art form
There was little about music that you didn’t know
Ready to teach but not willing to learn
As for my poetry if I jotted something down
You were quick to critique my form
With enough unsolicited advice to go around
Our relationship became a perfect storm
How can it be that I am missing you still?
Your analysis left me reeling and feeling bad
You always played all of your lovers for a fool
Living without you I ought to be glad
I wonder if you ever think about me
Now that the years have quickly passed
Another great lover who once fell for me
Or just the same old horses ass
9-4-14
Written: May 9th 2024
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Opacity prevails in the chasm of my mind,
A subtle maze of torture and straps behind.
Hallucinations waltz within my sight flails,
Whispers of delusions—weave lying tales.
Lost in a world where truth fades away,
Bound by madness, if sanity might sway.
Creeping and crawling—archaic shards seep,
In a recess of gloom—where dreams sleep.
Smooth whispers reverberate, roles unseen,
Taunting, slandering —and sounding obscene.
I grasp onto the shards of an eroded soul,
Elusive, they dodge my grasp and bear control.
Is this an existence or just a heartless game?
Lost in an era of chaos—ingested by shame.
Aspects morph into masks of grief and despair,
I'm drowning in madness, desperate for air.
Paranoia icy grip tightens all around me,
A world of shadows, where danger plea.
I perished in a labyrinth of my proper creation,
Beset by life forms—by nefarious sedation.
A swirling vortex engulfs me in a thrilling haze,
Lost in the winding labyrinth embrace maze.
My plea for relief is ignored and hurled into air,
A whisper of madness—a prayer unheard there.
I'm struck with terror within the gloom,
Enticed by colors large and close, loom.
Reality slips from my trembling grasp,
Fragmented ideas—perhaps the final clasp.
Thus, lost and alone—I drift in amiss,
Madness enslaves me dragging me into abyss.
To grasp of insanity, to gloom I am prone,
As I delve into insanity, I find an ethos to disown.
Loss caused by powerlessness and helplessness as its heart,
Gloom and sorrow and sadness as its despondent spare part;
Anger and fear as lifeblood; despair and guilt as its veins;
With somber moods, melancholy is a bundle of pains...!
I undergo the resonance of my inner unease,
My pain pains me; my anger angers me; my joys soon cease;
With no physical accident, I undergo trauma,
Temples are seen all around me, without the true Brahma...!
With lethargic, listless, lacking luster as its liver,
No fervor in things around; yet, acts as a lawgiver;
Where's my hunger gone? Why very often this sleeplessness?
Deep within, like restless seabed currents, whirls hopelessness...!
Illusion as the brain and delusions as its large screen,
Tensions and turmoil, as though cruel beasts, are always seen;
Dejection, depreciation, glumness, and gloominess,
Self-condemnation, like tides, fluctuate my fuzziness...!
As cine screens alter, feelings go senile hysteric,
Pseudo zeal, zest, and enthusiasm soon turn barbaric;
Like poles of the north and the south or the head and the tail,
Why are feelings of violence and suicide crucial...?
Isn't, yet, this anatomy affirmative as well?
Doesn't it pulsate me to ponder over my death knell?
I grow, as a wounded, aware of all facts and fancies,
This is the anatomy that par excels the deep seas...!!!
12 May 2023
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