Long Depleting Poems
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My head is pounding
My heart is crushing
My faith is depleting
Jesus you arern't listening
All this waiting
All this praying
Feels like four hundred years of great ass whipping
Tired and worn
Broken and torn
Shattered and defeated
Jesus why does living have to be so complicated
Trails and tribulations
Wars and sorrow are all I seem now to borrow
Father forgive me
My heart is becoming hollow
Trails and tribulations are now a daily battle
Romans and Vikings
Emperors and Gods are all in my dreams
Jesus this is a crazy mind battle
Suffering and betrayal
Loneliness and bitterness
Is surely a mans greatest downfall.
My heart is depleting, it is becoming thin and fragile.
I can feel it slowly crumbling.
The pieces have started falling to the floor.
They instantly shatter.
I try to pick them up,
yet my fingers are sliced from the shards of black glass.
I want to collect all the pieces,
put them back together to make my heart Whole and beautifully alive again,
but I continue to slash my fingers wide open.
I’m unable to put it all back how it once was.
Without my beating heart I have no energy, no love to give.
I want to lay down and not think at all.
I don’t want the small fragment that is barley still dangling,
to fall and shatter,
continuing to building upon all the tiny particles below.
The Pieces on the floor are now soaked in blood and tears.
I feel I may never recover.
I no longer know who I am or why I am even here.
Everything seems lost, dark and horribly hopeless.
I pray that the one shred of this coal heart will turn pink and grow.
That somehow it can expand and create a new heart,
a stronger heart that will beat loud and full of pure love.
I have given myself healing time to process everything.
The tears from my eyes are finally dry,
the sliced fingers wounds are now healing.
I can see clearly now,
I look upon the lifeless broken pieces of my heart,
still clustered on the floor.
I can see that they no longer serve me.
My heart had turned so weak and frail because it was not reviving any love.
I put my freshly scabbed fingers to my chest,
to feel the flicker of the one piece of heart still hanging on.
I close my eyes and send pure love to it.
I realize I need to love myself and love my heart,
that is what it needs to grow and become whole.
Self love,
being completely excepting and fully in love with me is the answer!
It’s so obvious to me now,
I’m grateful for my old neglected heart,
it is no longer trying to survive off the love of others,
scared when it didn’t receive any,
for now I don’t need it.
I have myself and that’s who completes me.
I thank the shards as I sweep them off the floor,
my feet are now ready to dance upon where they once lay,
so thankful that the body I never thought would want to get up again is thriving,
flourishing once more!
their twin heart fires alighted
two passionate flames
one truly was excited
other full of blames
their merger was completing
disappointment too
her high hopes were depleting
she was glad they're through
her partner sought empathy
from her cousin Sue
now he gets no sympathy
no glance, no boo hoo
her new life is marvelous
she made her escape
a pioneer courageous
smooth as a new grape
so tell this tale tenderly
choose the words so well
choose the verbs most slenderly
do not oversell
okay if you titillate
difficult not to
you might even scintillate
speaking of these two
I do it often,
drag a perfect morning
in through the front door of myself
and make it a reluctant guest,
replace its colors with my own
dour palette, drown out
its soft voice with noise.
It has become a habit, trying
to confine the morning's
width within my space,
hold its edges so it doesn't stretch
beyond my reach. Its freedom
is almost an anathema to me
for it exceeds my own.
How small my world has become.
The distance from one side
of myself to the other is getting
narrower, the little room left
is depleting breath by breath.
The light squeezes through
ever smaller windows.
And yet, as it came upon me
this morning, I was met
with a bright abundance
that had gathered at my door,
carrying forgiveness
for my habitual ignorance
and an invitation to step
outside myself, once more.
With no more than a handful of tired genes,
It seems, thou hast not much time to mend ways,
O rid thy blinkers in the rest of days,
Long have ye played lead roles with meagre means,
Ye can’t strut around once the curtain calls,
Ye get dumped to life's dustbin, all extinct,
Act O Dense Head, ye had had enough hint,
Biology or gender, can’t be false.
From being gender determining male,
Beware, from Y to why stand but few steps,
Hurry, the race is running last few laps,
Nature has made up mind to drive last nail,
And if not red, the signal’s clear orange,
Miss it and done is Nature’s red revenge.
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The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes earlier has been reduced to only 45 genes (three percent) and is still depleting, as per research. In the next five million years it would be defunct as dodo. But one can guess: Man would think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle! (In reality, there is very little that man can do. But despite his bravado, male is quite vulnerable vis-à-vis female of the species. This sonnet makes fun of him.)
Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek)| 01.07.2009 |
Blackened romance
Corroded my heart
Eroded my self-confidence
Imploded my reality
Jaded age
Defined a decade
Designed my damnation
Resigned to loneliness
Poison damage
Races through my blood
Chases the youthful high
Places me on the gallows pole
Happiness is fleeting
Retreating at the first obstacle
Defeating my delight
Depleting my will to live
A cacaphony of calamity
Insanity is doing it over and over
In vanity is a priceless sin
Inhumanity, oh what a burden
The youth in me is dead
Led astray by toxic attractions
Fed by those who made me hate myself
Shed a tear for I never had a chance
Man, little time you have to mend your ways,
With but a handful of surviving genes;
Say bye to blinkered lazy hollow days,
And ponder wither your dark fortune leans.
Repent before the final curtains fall,
To dump your pride where ancient names are inked;
In Nature’s scheme you play no crucial role,
Act now, before your lineage goes extinct.
Beware, from Y to why is but a stride,
From gendered pride to absolute decay,
The final lap has left you cast aside,
O act before she sweeps you clean away!
If not a red, she shows an orange sign;
O twiddle not and cross the final line.
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Sonnets | 01.07.09 | destiny/fate, men, nature, Sonnet
Note: The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes originally has now been reduced to only 45 (mere three percent) and is still depleting as per research. In the next five million years the male sex might be defunct and dead as dodo. But as one can well guess, man would still think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle still!
The browning leaves of the old calendar heap fly,
wafting away slow the depleting sands of my time,
as I cross at creeping pace the spaced milestones,
pegged at the frail points of my obscure birthday.
My mother always celebrated that special day,
offering the family and friends a variety of sweets,
she loved to make herself in her own unique way,
the hearty treat I have not forgotten even today.
After she left for her new abode on a summer night,
years rolled, my birthday party stopped permanently,
but that singular day came in cycles, went unnoticed,
nobody bothered to remember and seemed to care.
A time came soon when I also got used to forgetting
the day when a layer of year piled on stack of my age.
So, I was delightfully surprised when once I received
by mail a package, I was expecting in the least to arrive.
For me it was a present of birthday cake, I much liked,
sent by my elder daughter who lived overseas far.
She let me feel the lost touch of my mother return
on that special birthday of mine, I will never forget.
May 12, 2020
Contest : I Will Never Forget
Sponsor : Silent One
Nothingness in spirited spaces
breathed places
windswept re-connecting
re-ligious experience
ZeroZone intuited
and non-violently
not ultra violetly re-communicating
economic green co-investments
and political win/win empowering
healthy wealth, resiliently abundant
polypathic potential
for future/from past
love's green/blue reweaving
ZeroZone nothingness
of denatured
dead
statically disconnected win/lose dogma
of capitalistic righthand dominant fundamentalism
of deductive reasoning
As if such empty rightbrain inductive denialism,
such win/win ecosystemic Trust depression,
such ecofeminist oppression,
such matriarchal polytheistic repression,
and, even more overinvested,
such StraightWhite Capitalist
depleting wealth impressions
Would not also suppress healthy re-ligioning
multiculturally empty face
imprisoned by fear of ecofeminist grace,
Abandoned to demonic anger
of red-blooded patriotic SWMale
clubs idolatrously worshiping
predative AnthroSupremacism
Open only to those
Chosen by dogmatic unchanging orthodox DivineWords
spoken to blind Transcendent SpiritWin/NatureLose
NonDualistic Full-Angelic or Empty-Demonic
Gospel Heaven or HellFired Earth Disciples,
almost hopelessly leftbrain patriarchal
monotheistically straight
and monoculturally White
Reverence in the Name
of commodifying sanctifying values
redeeming colonizing competitive global missions
instead of creolizing sacraments
polyculturally green resonant
win/win communicating
Earth history reveals nothing less logical
or necessarily more romantic
about rightbrain NonZero Zone's
both/and dipolar co-arising Logos
interdependent ecological mythos
circling
revolving 4D cosmological GoldenRules
integral anima-enspirited
Ego/Eco-rebalancing
restoring
re-ligioning
reweaving consciousness
full multicultural EarthMatriotic
breathed in and out
winded up and down
nature-green landed
spirit-blue watered
Anxious about packed
and fracked,
unmellowed
and yellowed
formerly fertile MotherLands
Still fragilely supporting
Nothingness in spirited spaces
breathed places
windswept re-connecting
re-ligious integrity experience
enlightening co-passionate re-lateralships.
Spent another day chasing like each day before,
and what did it gain us this time?
It feels like we’re racing against a short clock,
in effort to scavenge a dime.
I guess I don’t get it - the purpose of such,
seems not but to gather in barns.
A quest to arrive at a distant mirage
with no thought of what the quest harms.
Do we consider what else could be
if we had a much higher cause?
There’s so much we don’t have, potential is lost
because we are living at odds.
With the Jones we’re competing, and Nature depleting
as we swim through envy and strife.
Cuz we tied it to paper and took all the flavor
that should be the savor in life.