Long Depression Poems
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The night moves so slowly in an undulating slither
When you’re waiting anxiously alone in the dark,
Wondering where he is tonight, as if it really matters.
Your sacred beliefs about love will never be the same.
You feel you’ll never know how to truly trust again.
It’s too frightening to leave, too painful to stay
When your deceived and broken heart leads you astray,
Waiting for the next soul wrenching sin.
In the season of silence when no answers can be heard
You cannot even tell yourself the truth.
You simply wait, believing your heart-numbing death is near.
It's another wretched love affair, dripping with lies and satire.
It’s not worth your time; not worth your tears.
The lesson lies so deep inside, where your illusions will not go.
Betrayal is an icon of mastery used to steel your soul.
See it for what it truly is and no longer blame yourself.
There is a purer love that rises above the pettiness of this world.
The lesson is Learn to First Love Yourself. It frees you to carry on.
Birthdays.
What a dubious way to celebrate the imminent proximity of an epilogue.
A concept I have found myself familiar with, as I wait for its darkness to breathe my flesh into an eternity of condemn.
It’s so monotonously profound, rousing my revulsion into a cavern of numbing ecstasy.
The hallucination of confetti blinds me in a disdain of joyous vibrancy I beseech for a defrauding.
A joyous vibrancy I elude in a hope of inevitable invasion.
A joyous vibrancy I hunt until the trail of its scorn boils with the distraught of my blood.
The mascara pours down my face; a river of infamy, coercing the heft of my obscenity.
The lipstick smears down my chin; a sadistic endeavour to ravage the dereliction of my leeches.
The highlighter gleams; a grotesque jubilation of a fibbing mockery.
And the fundamental rigour of my perished rot derides in a soul prompting conjecture;
I hope this is my last birthday.
It's his smile that gets me through,
I wonder if he no's what his smile can do,
He gives so much so willingly,
without question without doubt, so freely
and then he asks for so little in return
Unlike the greed of our mere humanity
His unconditional love for me
Is unquestionably undeniable to see
He can see through my mask so easily
The brave face this warriors worn daily
And he simply smiles and it slips away
But he's right next to me and will stay
Then everything doesn't seem so awful
As you look at that goofy smile so loveable
It's ok if the tears begin to fall,
He will catch them all as they trickle
Cuddles aren't in short supply neither
No matter how many you require either
And when you're feeling better
He'll take you for a stroll through nature,
Smiling tongue hanging tail wagging
he's been a good boy so he'll get a treat
Because hes just saved me again from defeat
He simply smiles back at me as I'm thinking it through
I wonder if he truly knows how his smile saves me constantly on the daily to
December 68 had no Christmas
It was held in early May of 69
They waited for their son who was a soldier
To finally make it home from hells front line
His mother wondered what exactly went wrong
But his dad knew cause he could see it in his eyes
His heart was home but his mind was still off somewhere
Replaying every minute of the fight
His father felt the same way when he came home
It was not too long ago in 45
He said son I know the pain that you're feeling
Please know you're not alone in this fight
A heroes heart will always be scarred
And with honor you defended all you've known
The only white flag a soldier ever carries
Is the one when the good Lord, finally calls him home
The hardest battle that we will ever face
Is finding forgiveness for the things we've done
For every fallen man that's died for his country
Another lucky one lives on, and he must overcome
So cry on my shoulder if you need to
Cause that never makes you less of a man
Remember all those who fought and died beside you
Yes some gave their life, but I pray you might, come to understand
That a heroes heart will always be scarred
And with honor you defended all you've known
The only white flag a soldier ever carries
Is the one when the good Lord, finally calls him home
I'm not ready to carry that white flag
Son welcome home
The Stress Of Dementia
Miracle Man
9/10/2024
Dementia see’s lives, go quickly downhill,
And tests the patience, of one giving care.
A condition uncured by some prescribed pill,
most responses are questions or blank stare.
I live each day consumed by this stress,
fed by a loved one who can’t understand.
Advanced years make it to late to reassess,
So we continue the situation found at hand.
Depression is a word I’ve oft heard used,
but nonetheless I feel favored just to be alive.
When one has dementia the other feels abused,
so i pray for stamina to fight and survive.
You fear you'll never find love;
no matter how hard you try.
And yet, you still cling to hope;
wiping a tear from your eye.
You have little left to give,
emptied of all but your soul.
And your social life's askew;
a square peg in a round hole.
You're led to believe you're loved;
only to be hurt again.
And yet, you crave love so bad
that you'll tolerate disdain.
Though they offer some relief,
dreams cannot alter fate's shape.
For skirting reality,
sleep is a form of escape.
The problem is that lonely
souls settle for scraps of love.
And when their hearts feel empty,
they curse the heavens above.
The Devil’s in the raging tempest.
The Devil’s in the quaking earth.
Might be tornados today,
Good bet there’s worse on the way.
Just take the hint for what it’s worth.
Can’t tell you why the climate’s changing.
Just know it makes the death toll swell.
Though it’s absurdly odd to say an act of God;
More like a typical day in hell.
The Devil’s in the sale of weapons.
The Devil’s in the toxic waste.
In every corporate whore,
And scum bag merchant of war
Who prey upon the human race.
Predictions of the next fiasco
Are all too easy to foretell.
You see it on TV; it’s called reality,
And it’s a typical day in hell.
The Devil’s in the sighs and whispers.
The Devil’s in the blood red thong.
She looked as tempting as sin,
And like a fool I gave in,
Persuaded by her Siren song.
I knew I flirted with disaster;
The warning was a wedding bell.
But I embraced the flame when she took my last name.
It was a typical day in hell.
There are many things one would wish to remember
A smile, an accomplishment or even a lie we were once told,
One of the things i wish to remember the most....
Is how happy i was before,
My true inner voice,
The way i would grin and giggle,
Happy,
Smiling all the time,
Smiling till all i felt was happiness,
And a sense of peace in my heart...
Memory...is a beautiful thing,
Sometimes it may shatter us,
Sometimes it may bring joy to us....
But if there is one thing i know more than anything in this life,
Memory makes us.
And although,
Memory may not be kind,
And although,
Memory may be lost to time,
Memory is...beautiful....
The people have spoken
The turd has been flushed
Only a small trace lingers
You could count the important
Messages here
On Mickey Mouse’s fingers
We say what we want
We want what we say
And every last Joe must listen
Last count, I’d say
There are far, far too many
Solitary missions
Don’t I know you
From Acapulco?
Didn’t you see me in training?
Couples like us
Were always doomed
And the sky was always raining
We raced on a beach
And drank from a husk
Our hair in the wet waves glistened
The turtles then screamed,
“We’ve got you fooled;
You’re on solitary missions”
The world’s on fire --
No wait, that’s the stove
In some Russian apartment
Ever since the Red Army came,
We been shoved into compartments
Some took this
And some took that
And the rest was left for the wishing
So I donned a brown uniform
And gold-starred hat
For one more solitary mission
Now the blankets of the young
Are all dried and hung
Too bad they ain’t never been slept in
All hungry for bread
And left for dead
In starvation and depression
That kind of romance
Can be plagiarised
Which I've done, by my own admission
Just don’t you dare look
In the baby’s eyes
On your solitary mission
The preacher man
Married a Republican
Yet their babes were all Progressives
Who attacked and killed them
In rage one night
On their road to being elected
It all comes out
In the wash, they say
Crime knows no abolition
Still, history will sing
So sweet and so pure
Of their solitary missions
So the shows are closed
The city’s been razed
But you wouldn’t know from the traffic
They often wake up
In a post-coital haze
With headaches that are terrific
But this is our evening
And this is our midnight
And this is our red velvet curtain
Those work zones and orange construction cones?
They’re the emblems of solitary missions
I’m So Lucky
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Been working with a mate, building a deck round a pool
40 square plus and made of treated pine timber
Big job for me for I am pushing 70 but me mate
Well he is doing it tough and he is not yet 50
…
He has a cruel inherited affliction and disease
Which makes his life a living breathing hell
Chronic Arthritis and Alzheimer’s combined
Makes him feel like 100, 99% of the time
…
He tries his best to cope and be useful
But he is frustrated and angry all the time
I make allowances and encourage him
Whatever help he chooses is fine with me
…
I sneak glances when I hear swearing and cursing
I know me mate has forgotten what to do
He comes back and asks, what did you want
The poor bugger can’t remember what I said just minutes ago
…
Down the track for me mate will be a living hell
For his future unknown and his life will be cut short
Living with pain and bent nearly double
His days are frustrating to say the least
…
His family and friends they all support him
But there is only so much that anyone can do
I help him by making time to have a yarn
For every bit helps and it will ease his mind
…
He talks of having to depend on everyone
That’s alright mate it helps you stay alive
But what about down the track when I’m bedridden
And my mind has gone and I can’t function
…
I know its hard Mate! But we will cross that bridge later
And when it happens mate fore-sure you won’t be alone
We will rally around you and your family and support you
Meanwhile I suggest you live your life like there is no tomorrow
I’m so lucky