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My words flow through the room like dust in the wind
You ignore them and riding off what I said as only a temporary feeling
If only you knew how I cry at night
Wanting to be understood
Wanting you to hear what I am saying
For you to take me seriously
But the words I say just flow away and are forgotten
Just like me one day forgotten
Nothing but a memory of only a few
But to the rest of the world
I am non existent
Just like how you see my feelings
Non existent
Unimportant because you think your not a part of the problem
But you are and i wish you could see it
But you can't
And you never will
Because you don't listen
And my words just end up being dust in the wind
Form:
Platos dualism…
Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an extraordinary event
And I agree with their logic and sentiment
An opportunity occurrence heaven sent
We are an awesome manifestation
We clearly embody an abstract incarnation
In His image complete systems of software emulation
The source energy, burning light, heat, oxygen
A flame ignites testosterone in the equation, estrogen
Essence sparks imagination, particles in circuits charging
Our sensors switched on, physical phenomenon's
Immanuel Kant contrasted it with noumenon's
A thing that is in itself sensed by humans
That which cannot be a direct observation
A world with what might be a spatial dimension
Möbius noted it rotates onto its mirror-image realization
Ruling that it is a universal mind bend
Something unseen to us and a god send
A conscience is alive and will transcend
Grasp the form of order among us, become analytic
These the concepts of the transcendental aesthetic
Leaving what’s not genuine or natural, synthetic
From experience discussions well-reasoned
Born with a formula programed and seasoned
Encrypted to crack codes to play roles in treason
We very well maintain the skeptic stance
Jesus a glitch to some who have no acceptance
But when focused and in a meditative trance
We embrace what is a peaceful coexistence
Bursting when the cosmos quest exploded
Interrelated tech terms, intelligence encoded
Beliefs of the understanding Empiricus’s philosophy noted
Martin Luther's theses, religious revolution then toted
Over conclusions that are only opinion
A servile dependent or a minion
The results will send us into oblivion
Has shown us that by suspending judgment
And by refusing speculative argument
Estimating the quality of worth and engagement
One achieves the state of ataraxia
Good conduct and the practice of eupraxia
Generating good health and euphoria
And through research and great finds
What philosophers teach and is best for mankind
Suspend judgment and attain tranquility of mind
Alot of the time I find myself
wanting all of the things that I cannot;
Things that I shouldn't.
Times that are long past gone.
I often lose myself in thought.
Finding the importance of memories.
The times sectioned off in joy and pain.
Pages that flutter vividly like they've just happened the day before.
My heart is worn thin, once full of red thread.
None was given in vain. Though it tangles.
Given purpose wherever it lands.
Pulled almost until nothing is left.
I tied a piece to your wrist and it follows you always
Almost none existent, over time I've watched this thread
Loom itself into one of my favorite memories.
A reminder of a girl I knew, a girl that I loved.
And I'd like to think that with each tug. That she's somewhat thinking of me too
Death’s Dismissal
I have seen death
masquerading in its many faces,
the fear of those holding numbers,
the agony of those not. Stared into
the dimly fading headlights of the
passing vehicle, slowing as the vision
dimmed, the agony increased.
I have seen death
take the unsuspecting in an instant,
snatch the breath of youth, impose its
ugliness upon an empty future,
string barbed wire upon memory.
I have watched death
peering cowardly from non-existent
shadows, haunting our moments without
care, stealing, in hurtful bits and pieces,
the warmth of life’s slowing breath.
I have touched death
in weakness and denial of my life,
pleaded for release without conviction,
felt the loneliness and terror of submission,
saw the saddened eyes of death’s dismissal,
heard a number called, not mine, but death’s.
John G. Lawless
submitted to Death Shadow – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Justin Bordner
Residue of tears..
Tear stained cheeks..
Moistened by its residue
Swollen eyes with irritation..
Saddened by circumstances ..
The daggers that have been thrust upon one's life..
Painfully stricken like a plague ..
Residue of tears..
Tears flowing and cascading like a roaring waterfall..
Roaring waterfalls of sorrow..
A deepened sorrow empty and hollow..
Solidarity non existent..
Had dug a deep, dark, hole in a lonely cave..
A empty cave of which is hollow..
Sorrowful and isolated
Pointed daggers in the direction of isolation..
Darkness had erupted..
Desperately seeking the polar opposite..
Had taken a glimpse of light..
There was a beacon of light..
A brightness of hope..
Then there was a light at the end of the deep, dark and lonely cave..
A bright and beautiful beacon of light..
The coldness of your methodical emptiness
shrewdly poisoned me with a darkness
Unavoidable.
I'll make it, some how.
You tainted me with rugged blood,
I saw it splatter over the spacious past unto
The nihilistic future of all saints and devils.
But, why?
There's something to your non verbal speech
I'd love to find out.
We listen to your silence
The very thing that permeates our surroundings.
And find utter nothingness.
You committed suicide,
We won't make it if you are sleeping on the job.
Somehow, we believe you rose from hellfire,
Yet still flagrantly asleep in a world where you
Never existed.
Explain this corruption now breathing in our veins?
And if it's all the same to non-existent you,
It's killing us just the same.
Appreciating yourself, when others turn away with scorn.
Each day, you must love you as the sun doth the morn!
Feed your body, and nourish your dreams.
Pay no mind to those who give you no heed.
They are as shards of glass!
And people who do not understand class.
They might consider your poetry, to theirs,quite inferior!
That's because their poets. hearts exist in their posteriors.
Remember to laugh at the gods on poetic unicorns!
Hugging non-existent Muses in falsely lighted uniforms.
This is a magnificent place, where you can indeed pen freely.
It's not the Roman Coliseum; the true poets honor you here, dearly.
Many will avoid your work like bubonic plague.
They may have the virus, it's all the rage!
Love those who appreciate you, avoid the rest.
Who are "they?"- the poets who dream they are the best.
So, now! Please write this very day.
Making believe you are blossoms on the first day of may.
10/24/2020
Poem 2
“when that that never was dies ~
consciousness flies to new highs”
we walk on a lonely road
alone in the midst of a crowd
each soul trudges under a heavy cross
fake smiles camouflaging destiny’s dark shroud
we seek solace but there’s no safety in numbers
inane game of one-upmanship now dreary
heads or tails, either way we lose
our bones have grown weary
from dark dungeons of despair
where fear of freedom has us bound
we beseech the gods in far away heavens
to show us the way how ethereal bliss may be found
our entreaty unanswered, we find ourself again alone
with all hope lost, we cease to struggle and strive
turning attention inward in the void of silence
we find within our heart a divine bliss hive
as affirmed in all the ancient scriptures
we recognise we are love and bliss and light
unbound is our delight beholding our true essence
self-existent light, pulsating unendingly by day and night
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Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle
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I was a woman scorn
Unknowingly cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and I prayed
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would
prove to be a path of doom
What is life?
What is life?
And why?
Who needs life?
Who wants life?
Who needs our life?
Who needs my life?
Who wants our life?
I don’t want my life.
I just want life
Without my life
No more dust
No more illusion
Sufferings fly far
Why do I have to live life?
Who is forcing me into my unwanted life?
‘Your life is a stream, you just live in this river.’ Master said.
‘ What about the pains, sufferings?’ I asked.
‘Ask the Creator.’ Master answered.
Life is life and sunshine sometimes
Life is life and a lovely hell sometimes
Life is life and a dark world in a hellish life
‘Life comes from life. Please understand the life.
You come from life. But dust is your earthly life…’ Master said.
Life is just a speck of dust in the dark universe
Life is just your heart in my non-existent heart.
‘You have no life. What you feel is an emanation of God
You are just an accidental fall from the radiation of God’
Explained Satan
‘Where is life?
Where is my life?’
I asked my satan.
‘In my life.’
Answered Satan.