Long Depletion Poems
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The future - present in the past...
Travellers of time persisting.
Duality - a duel of vast...
In two with missions existing.
Cyborg out for termination.
Determination - soldier sent
Whose purpose lies in salvation...
Proposal - killing to prevent.
Their race to outdo the other...
Success in mission completion.
Fate destined for one another
On a rampage of depletion.
An unsuspecting subject lies
In wait - oblivious to this.
Oblivion - the only prize
At certain costs - human crisis.
Cyborg, soldier, target present...
All within a set location.
Guns erupt - most every peasant
Meets their final destination.
The soldier's efforts standing out
With the cyborg neutralised.
Target acquired from this bout...
Shaken, shocked and traumatised.
Neutralisation only brief,
The cyborg rises up once more.
Both soldier and target make chief
Their escape through the nearest door.
Many face-offs yet to follow...
Situations, different places.
Target finds these hard to swallow...
Still, survives all of the chases.
Their protection - the soldier's cause
Into final confrontation.
Aim of conclusion, every pause
Of cyborg - extermination.
Can the soldier end and undo
All of the cyborg's infliction?
Both are ready - they progress to
Victory out of their friction.
Lust, longing and greed
Through frenzy, craze and rage
Damage, destruction and depletion
The hallmark of emerging culture
Nature’s blood thirsty hawks
Out in the open, unchecked
Consuming all, preserving none
Mindless and moronic swarms
Voracious, hungry and mad
Making earth barren and bare
With fires, famines and floods
Digging graves of the unborn
Perpetuating thirst and hunger
Sworn enemies of the planet
Mantras, shouts and slogans,
Alarms, concerns, pretensions
Catchy crowds of activists
Yield nothing but display
A routine and repetitive affair
A pastime for politicians
Events of pomp and show
What to do, where to go
Darkness al around
Virtuous and conscientious
The enlightened souls
Among human creatures
Have saved the world in the past
Let us pray for their resurgence
As they say, Socialism is great
Until you run out of other people’s money.
It’s the economic model
Of small children, happily oblivious
Where all the good things in life come from.
Meanwhile their parents toil all day long,
That is if they work at all,
Knowing exactly where the good things
Come from; them, but gladly
To support the good the children bring.
Socialists on the other hand think
It’s the government’s job to give US all
Whatever we need to live a dignified life,
Disregarding for the moment
We lose our dignity when we accept handouts.
But if we’re going to have magical thinking
Then let’s go big
And imagine our dignity has nothing to do
With how we live, the decisions we make
And who we take from.
This is the Age of Abundance after all
The age of having our cake and eating it too,
Again and again without depletion.
But where does all this goodness come from
If not others, the responsible parents in the room.
(10/5/26)
Do you ever just feel like it’s too much pressure
Like you're a tea kettle screaming, but everybody keeps their don’t care ear plugs in and can't see vision lens on
So no one can hear you suffocating or see you dry drowning.
They are blindly waiting for the next bit of pressured tea
Superman isn’t coming to save you. Trust
I’ve been screaming, and he still hasn’t found me
Something tells me he has no space for me under his cape of success
Life has made a choice, and it’s challenged you greatly
No one can stop it, just the end
Even then that’s a maybe
We actually don’t know if that’s just another beginning of a new rat race
We have yet to see or begin to comprehend
I am losing my voice from screaming helplessly
Tones that have fallen upon deaf ears who also can’t see
Would someone please give me a breath to breathe
Living is like a cigarette just sucking the energy of life out of me.
Depletion of patience, in exchange for cancerous thoughts
Scared to inhale, afraid more damage it will cost
Pressure. Pop
You thought I did it just, pressed the red button
You actually thought I'd hit it?
Are you kidding? Have you not learned yet
Under constraint, beauty is produced
So the more it's compressed
The brighter the rays will shine through
Pressure is uncomfortable for a duration of time
Withstanding the forces of life will produce
Unbreakable human diamonds
Stronger every time
Dreaming that she still loves me
even though I know she can not
I keep on dreaming
Refusing to awake into a world of loneliness
I escape into a world of her
Dazzle and bewitched by memories
I feed my aching breaking heart
yearning for the sweetness of her love
troubled by the guilt of loss
hollowed by the depletion of self
I cling to the softness of dreaming
In dreams, we are together
In dreams we are lovers
In dreams we are magic
In dreams, the world is right again
Warm and comfortable are the shades of night
the deep blue still holds us together
All is good, all is perfection
As I reach for her hand and our eyes meet
A sudden brightness blinds me into the break of day
Awaken, alone
Awaken, heartbroken
Awaken is a shell, empty and dying inside
The day drifts slowly by
my mind wanders
of thoughts of my beloved
As evening shades over the ending day
I lie awake alone as if floating in the air
Over the bed we shared
Closing my eyes I smile
falling into dreaming
Sweet dreaming
of you
Dreaming
(1980's)
THE REALM OF THE FALL....
There existeth a realm
on the face of the earth
where immortal and mortal
compete for glory..
what is a mortal
if not a god clipped
to submission..
on a path of remission...
what is man and the son of man..
bit lower than angels..
crowned of honor and glory
sin the greatest hindrance to re-union..
sin separateth
creature from creator
leading to the former
dying out slowly...
a station separated
from its key energy source...
slowly using stored up energy
depletion leads to death...
communion.. a re-connection
to the charger.. the supreme
supreme being... creator
source of all energy.. or say life
different religions
trying to explain
that for man to actualize
he needs to reconnect...
you're gods today i have begotten you
yet you falleth like sons of men..
an expousion to our true nature.. humans
down here were fallen... from grace
day and nite descendants of men
chastise them fallen angels...
little knowing... do we..
like us they are in this realm...
the realm of submission..
the realm of restitution
the realm of restoration..
to the former glory....
higher glory
for down here
mortal and immortal
compete for that glory...
there are those
on the path towards..
restitution.. yet others
wallow in sin.. in this realm....
wallow in sin and perversity
neglecting the true calling
to reunite. be one with..
bond with.. become of..attain.
the supreme.... attain glory
the glory of knowledge
of the self and the
knowledge of the supreme GOD..
The path of dawn
an echo of realization
as the fog clears
and mortal reconnect
Reconnect to the supreme
awakening their spirit...
as one in fellowship ..
with the one creator..source
Source and means to all paths
source and giver of all wisdom
the one true source of wisdom
the very path of dawn..
in the supreme deity
both mortal and immortal
look for strength
in this realm of fall..
Lewis k Nyaga
the path of dawn..
Hope empowers our ambition
A steady light directing our drives and vision
A high-octane fuel for our resilient emotion
To fulfill every goal with self-motivation.
Ambition with hope propels our action
As we go through life’s road, we’ve direction
Hope brings faith and firm conviction
That efforts are rewarded with great satisfaction.
Set our highest goal then without restriction
Fulfill it with love, empathy and cooperation
Hope doesn’t come in the light for selfish ambition
Success comes from others too, Dear. Pay attention!
With our strong bond formed, a mutual connection
Like balloon of hope tied to a string of goal, no depletion
Ambition followed along on a right trail and mission
New dawn will rise for our achievement, completion!
While we’re on our journey to our goal through education
Lift our flailing hope-balloon on string-goal for reflection
Be a paradigm to others with humble devotion
For brighter future of all at present to next generation.
Ending without an end leaves a space for a perfect ending,
My love becomes eternal and our desire never dies…
The unfinished story could be anything,
A beautiful imagination or an uncovered mystery.
It leaves us wanting,
It keeps our imagination alive.
It leaves us empty,
But I do not want to trade it for an ending you have already defined
An ending where you promise me a half lived story
An ending that will surely leave me depleted
And I choose never starting,
Although wondering if the chosen path will keep
me complete or the only option I have either way is still depletion…
You said we were a parallel universe,
I am just too tired to build a bridge.
And doubt if there’s enough passion for the bridge between the two come near completion
My feet are frozen and mind in dilemma,
Yet again, I choose to turn my back on love because its ending scares me away.
Let’s just say “If it is meant to be, it will be and probably forever it will stay
Unable to bridge, here I tie the two universes forever with a rope of hope
And I seal our love in these words and give it some life of its own
The love that never started coz the promise was to one day disown…
I will not let my tears flow
In the face of all adversity
Pleasure I will gladly forego
if it means the end of perfidy.
We the people have little power
Like putty, we're manipulated
News is grim the mood is sour
Miasma of greed calculated.
Climate change, long denied
Escalates with alarming speed
Polar ice melting cannot deride
Obvious to all, please intercede.
Amazon needing conservation
Forest depletion is a crime
Deforestation and ruination
It's on the clock let's all call time.
Then Covid reared its ugly head
It took the world by storm
Populations sadly misled
Endless tears mourning the dead.
We cannot help our weeping grief
Pulling together we'll make this right
Challenges to face are beyond belief
Time to be brave as we all unite.
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Written 31/07/2021
Clusters of refugee bubbles
Expelled from the side of my tank
Rise expanding in upward travels
Escaped depths, burst at surface
Forging against their vigour
Persuasive stream broken
by my bulky silver body
Interrupting incoming ongoing
Enthusiastic thousands
Spurts of filter flung hum
Tickle my sheer cycling fins
Tell me to nose dive again
Breaking trails of oxygen globes
Until Billy Bully Salmon slices in
Languid flicks follow frantic fro
Gyrating spotty specimen vie
Lunch pellet plops induce swished thrashing
Tumult on top flung untimed as ocean fury
Gaping lips capable of feeding incidentally
Cylindrical home groans, crowded by peers
Graduates from Tank Eight are due soon
To meet with intention, purpose imposed
Sight of orange net scooping candidates
Occasions mayhem, frenzied to catch bus
I surge with the fastest, fattest prime
For my place in net destiny
Overexposed oxygen exhausts me
Begins cressendo to deliver my bounty
Dry eyed tribute to nurtured practice honed
My splatting undulations
boast industry success
Cod calls me to lemon rained plate haven
Farmed fellows raised by deliberation
Egg nursery, microscopic sluge whirls
Infuse infant entire crew with dedication
To feed, to fulfil, crisp silver skin served
If you think eating me equals ocean depletion
You'll be pleased to imbibe controlled science
Take it from me, fat salmon, Raymond
I am desperate to get in your gut!
My reason for existence is to be ravished
Don't reject majestic fish - re-examine
The pearly peach flesh down throat glide
Indulge charitable fridge wrapped salmon