Long Exile Poems
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There was a king, very Grimm
Who composed verse of the dead in the dim
The dim darkness of evil minds
Brothers of a sort in the black forest
He was in exile and away from the castle walls
He wept for lost loves and lost conquests
He wept for lost brothers and wars, he wept for battles won
His sword became a pen
Day and night, thoughts to clay
He pondered lost hearts and fortunes
Poetic verse captivated the forest creatures
Nobility reciting verse after verse
Of ones darkest desires
The king was a poet
With a broken arrow
No lover to fall under his spell
Darkness devoured
All thoughts that may have been
The Princess of Light
I woke in the dawn, in the mist of nowhere
A prince soon to be king
Came upon my abode
He fell to his knees
I fell in love
We rode together behind castle walls
We battled warriors, we battled love
I died, he fled
His torments haunt him still
King of the poetic darkness
Each of us = our own worst enemy
Hyperbole escorted ushered down aisle,
no critic within google x bajillion mile
(give or take a million) approximates
limitless potential regarding self said
epithet vile expletive spewing wicked
vituperation, vilification, vexation,
vandalization, undervaluation, uglification,
transmogrification, terrorization, suffocation,
stultification, strangulation, recrimination...
custom made swiftly tailored harried style
unbounded poetic license curtly vile
distilling, kickstarting, whipping...
hewed, patented, trademarked... versatile
methodologies, modalities to compile
masochistic punishment exhibiting agile
proactive innovations linkedin to avast
amalgamation, where synonyms connote
inflicting physical/ verbal self harm while
alone within emotional wilderness I'll
venture to add non active means to torture
including versus being passively servile,
and case in point with yours truly exile
isolate, entombed, locked, sequestered...
in bedroom of boyhood cherished domicile,
no matter whether violent or tame recourse
good n plenti abominations populate fertile
two clenched fist sized gray matter awash
where rage against our thwarted ambitions
dreams, goals, joys, motives, most pregnant trial
birthing most brutish, horrific, nasty... nemesis.
Please excuse this wurst wordy wayward bard
cuz here cometh the tricked out guard
(oh my...dog he attired just like me)
as everyone else within this isolationist ward.
My journey into the unknown
It's gone in so many directions
I've thought about things like never before
The realization of self discovery
Moving past the blame
Looking beyond a once dark horizon
My life had no course no direction
Sifting through sands of time searching for reason clarification for what I have done And became
Awakening from a trance of social awkwardness
I have hit tha panick button so many times
I've lost so much rest
Was not able to find peace
The struggle within
The demons that whisper my name
It all seem so normal so repetitive
Slowly I was descending into my own exile
I had no recognition no escape
It was time caving in on me
It was so heavy I felt the burden was too much
I thought about life ending solutions
Thought about what my kids would go though
Thought about what my family would think
It felt like a crushing defeat an ultimate surrender for me
But in the end I felt it was not them
It was me it was the lack of confidence
A lack of self belief
But all along it was the inability to recognize
What I had done what I spilled out to the world
It was me telling truthful lies to my inner self
When I had that apathy that what I saw was not what I see
My vision turned around my thoughts were clearer my ideas of what this change could be for me and everyone I loved
I came to the clarity that all is well just let things be
And i will be ok. There is true direction when you look past all the obstacles in your way Truly.
"Now is the time of our comfort and plenty
These are the days we've been working for
Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us
And nothing goes wrong anymore....
Take it back, don't let it die
Or rage against the falling night
'Cause I still do depend on you
Don't say those words, you wrung me through
It won't come again,
Cause love is the end"
-Love Is the End, by Keane
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Enter thus the spark once unknown
Brought to light by your beauty ever shown
In exile this wounded mind must lie
I exhale to Everest skies by and by
A relief ever festooned by your cunning calm
Listening to your voice like a severed psalm
I could never arrest you for the palm of your qualm
For I am ever befallen to the sight of your song
Hearts misgiven,
A soul heavy-ridden,
To heights only humbled in diffidence
Starts disheveled
Endings unsettled,
I crave the sweetness of your difference
For how had the stars been shining so bright,
To ever receive such a blistering light?
And why has my mind healed from the lies,
That used to curse these very skies?
In shame I smile and look into your eyes
Detesting the time that quickly flies,
Hating the ability to despise,
And waiting for love to cease the cries
Enter thus an Irresistible so warm
Releasing tingles, to trust—to form
I cry out to the never-ending scene
To cross the clouds of crystal gleam
Running my hands upon the nestled dream
Ever-laughing—hear them sing!
You are a most undeniable, endearing thing
So I impregnate the spark as our destiny’s wing
It softens the edges of cruelty,
makes judgment feel like care,
makes exile look like protection.
It wraps the blade in velvet and calls it mercy.
I have stood in rooms full of warmth
and felt nothing but frost inside my chest.
Because warmth without understanding is suffocation.
Because heat without truth is manipulation.
They smiled as they sentenced me.
They prayed as they cast me out.
They said it was for my own good.
But I saw the fire in their eyes,
and it was not holy.
It was hungry.
Heat demands conformity.
It melts difference.
It punishes the cold for daring to remain solid.
But I did not melt.
I did not bend.
I did not become what they needed me to be.
I am the frost.
I do not lie.
I do not soften.
I do not hide.
In the cold, everything is revealed.
The breath. The wound. The truth.
There is no illusion in frost.
Only clarity.
So let them burn.
Let them bask.
Let them believe their heat is holy.
I will remain.
Sharp.
Clear.
Unmelted.
Because heat is a lie.
And I am the truth it cannot touch.
The little girl within you …
The little boy in me
Long so for affection,
Oh most desperately.
But scars of old relationships
The wounds from he or she
Never ever really heal
They bleed eternally.
So you and I a wall have built
To keep the hurt away
Trust is non-existent
Love can’t come to stay
Emotionally were we raped,
Mentally were we scarred
Left behind the wreckage
In being a discard
We’re told time will heal us
We’re told “just wait awhile”
But existing is so difficult
Here in self-exile.
So … we keep our chins up
Hoping not to fall
But in the meantime …
‘nother brick goes in Our Wall.
How evil is this society,
for telling the truth,
that it will jeopardize your entire life and
others that are around you.
How many more lions must die
at the hands of the evildoers?
Memories fades away,
as the wind carries it
in her belly.
How evil is this society,
who deceives us, and still believe their words to be true.
Always be vigilant when it comes down to their experts,
those who's altering our cells on a cellular level.
How much more distortion and genocide we must go through,
as the train tracks leaves it tracks in the sky.
How evil is this society,
that will debar and exile you, just
because you didn't fit the criteria.
Be proud of your roots.
How evil is this society,
that will poison the food on purpose
and proceed to give you their benefits,
just so you can kill yourself and your seeds.
How evil is this society,
that will target a specific Topo2,
destroy the ubiquitous enzymes in all
branches of life within the body,
leaving you lifeless.
How evil is this society,
who done high jacked our DNA
through a cell cycle regulation,
causing induction of DNA damage
and DNA repair.
Forming harmful mutations,
modifying you into a
mutant ninja turtle.
How evil is this society,
to change a musical tune pitch,
throwing off its frequency, as it
brings disharmony to the listener ears,
rearranging the behavior patterns
within the individual,
to cause a chain of chemical reactions,
wiping out the original
chemical structure, as it
disentangling the superhelicity.
How evil is this society...
The River Agape
I float in the "inspiration" of your charity Lord,
Flowing from Agape -
Your intimate "whispering" flowing through living water
Touching thirsting shores of drought
Waiting open mouthed for billowing water
To sink in the warm depths of your "passionate" "prayers"
Your tender path out of grieving exile
Your hopelessly romantic "heart"
Invading every vein and channel not pierced with arrow s
But downy feathers
Reflecting the sunrise of Heaven
In feisty "courage" for the "healing" of the nations
"Reflecting" in the leaves falling tenderly
From the trees nourished by the River of Life
Metaphoric essence "home" of the river’s source
Going down into a gently swirling playful blue Ludic
To rise up among orange petals of Agape
In your greening open hand Storge "love"
For brothers and sisters
Gathered in your timeless vault of starlit realms
Or still wandering in dark dusty chaos –
An invitation to float as one body Agape.
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Contest: Agape Love
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Sam Adams
was a paranormal researcher
he was searching
for mystical creatures
that he was sure
still existed somewhere.
The banshees, bigfoot, the centaurs,
the demons, the dragons, the giants,
the hellhounds, the minitours, the leprechauns.
The snowmen, the unicorns, and yeti.
Sam Adams found a book
the legendary infamous necormicron.
Which many had dismissed
as nothing but a story
by Lovecraft and his fellow
demented writers.
Chanting from the book,
He opened the door
the first through
was the king of the unicorns.
He brought with him
thousands of his followers
who launched a war
against the modern world.
The unicorn and his army
quickly overwhelmed the world
appointed Sam Adams
as their ambassador,
the unicorn smiled
at his victory
it had been a long time
living in exile
in the other dimensions.
Father : Further
— by Poet Kim Jang-hyun (J)
Within the fallen memories that you keep,
Your nostalgia was a bird bound for the deep.
That lonely wanderer of a mystic bar,
Was, perhaps, a drifting and a silent star.
Your beauty, standing in Maya all alone,
Was a yearning presence you have always known.
At the edge of exile, where your tears are shed,
You were the seed of pain from which we bled.
Upon a strange civilization's unknown bower,
You were a fleeting, passing pasqueflower.
Immutable, though all the worlds may shift,
Your gentle smile was a fading, distant gift.
That endless world where Maitreya shall reign,
Was the secret truth that you alone sustain.
Beyond the mountain, here within our view,
That flower, surely, was a part of you.