Long Indecision Poems
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Let us not think that love is a choice,
love is a way of life.
On a personal level, love flows
into and out of dark crevices,
into and beyond indecision,
into and through all the darkness,
and into the morning sun.
How often we want to be loved
even in our darkest aspects,
but how seldom do we give that back.
The heart experiences exhilaration
in the glory of the morning sun,
the choice is only to breathe deep again
and open your heart to the glory within.
Such is love in a world of duality,
the thick, the thin, the dark, the light,
flowing constant,
morning, noon and night.
when you understand these things
love can flow
without pain.
Why Not?
When considering our options – to do or not to do
When indecision makes it hard to choose
If life were easier for most and not just for the few
And we want so hard to win and not to lose
When searching for an answer is so difficult a task
And looking for approval seems futile
Who is it best to turn to when the question must be asked?
Who do we hope will bless us with a smile?
How can we feel full confidence in moving on from here?
Why do we need to find the answer now?
Does anything ahead of you engender deadly fear?
How can you finally sooth that troubled brow?
May I suggest you ponder, consider, if you will
A way to solve your problems in a jot
Just free yourself from worry and every other ill
By simply saying to the world, “Why not?”
Lifes Traffic Lights
Red, yellow, green
Light controlled panic esteem
So it seems, so it seems
Stop, hurry up, go, go, go
Does the anxiety really show
I don't know, I don't know
Sitting and waiting at the red light
With myself I continually fight
Whats right, whats right
Don't go, move quickly the yellow indecision
Why am I always in this position
Quiet just listen, just listen
Move forward, tbe steady pace of green
Light controlled panic esteem
So it seems, so it seems
bmdavey@06/06/16
I’m just twirling in the center of my room.
I’ve got way too much to do.
Has that ever happened to you?
I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision.
I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have a final in 90 minutes
I have lab results to qualify and I’ve a term paper to finish.
I have two problem-sets due and I must arrange movers.
Despite my burn-out, I should start packing for move-out.
In order to get our reservations and tickets in hand,
we’ve got to finalize our summer plans.
On my theoretical schedule - I’m behind -
oh, and there’s a mountain of laundry to climb.
In finals week everything is ratcheted up.
and there’s the weighty and unavoidable demands of sleep.
I’m just a girl about to pass out in her room, over-caffeineed,
from chugging a large, iced coffee after 3 hours of sleep.
I’ve read that stress can affect valuations.
I think it’s true.
I twirl.
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Give Paris One More Chance by Jonathan Richman (Youtube ZMF7Jq8xNGI)
I Want You Back by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Make a Rainbow by Benny Sings
Let Her Go Into The Darkness by Johnathan Richman
Does music have a language,
does feeling have a name
Is love the sole survivor
that calls beyond the grave
Do excuses have a reason
for the falsehoods that they spew
Does honor have a season
to restore the faith you knew
Do all mothers have a father
or just sons to tell their tale
Do all preachers write their sermons
to rehash what God curtails
Are the words then just a token
when cast out from the heart
Is judgment left unspoken
with belief cut up in parts
Is direction now forbidden
and all meaning thusly doomed
Is laughter all but hidden
with its smile partly groomed
Is today beyond tomorrow
and why replaced with how
Do the questions feign an answer
indecision—your last vow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
So I wrote this rhyme just for me,
to ignite self belief,
and get me out of this sea,
I'm a swim the sea 'til I reach the sand,
wet the desert 'til the plants grow grand,
'til the storm clears up,
and the grass gleams up,
I'm a march toward a life I succeed.
It's the indecision that's stopped me and a lack of belief
sabotage my existence got me gritting my teeth
A new leaf it's time to reach deep down beneath me
time to pay my parents back for all they did
show 'em I've grown and I aint stupid
I'm trying to self inspire and spark some life into these wires
'cus though my tries fail know my tries aint in short supply
so however traumatised I'm a stay wise
I'm under a landslide but I'm digging a tunnel
and I'll never allow the day that you see my funeral
I'll funnel out the self doubt from now on
I'm a man up and I'm a be strong
They'll be no more excuses allowing the useless
I'm a treat this depression ruthless
and remove its presence with no hesitant movements
I won't lose or run in circles
I won't hide in shells like turtles
I'm a square up and give it hell
I won't let this failure finish my tale
I'm a put depression in a coffin and hammer in the nail
I won't drop or stop
I'm obsessed with reaching the top
because the lowest depth didn't cause death
and I'm still taking in breaths
so you can scoff at me oftenly
but I swear to God nothing aint stopping me!
In the labyrinth of shadows stretching across the walls of consciousness,
we constantly seek scapegoats, like hunters of clouds
in a storm of illusions, fleeing from truths covered
under veils of mist, where each step is a silent refusal
of introspection and sincere gaze into the mirror of lucidity.
It is as if we float on rivers of denial, where the waves
are whispers of self-deception, and the shores are lined
with leaves of old excuses, rustling like ghosts
at every breeze of unacknowledged thoughts.
In this theater of the mind, evasion becomes an art,
a tapestry of illusions woven with threads of fear of truth.
Beneath the murky waters lies the treasure of unexplored problems,
awaiting the courage of those who dare to dig deep,
but where is the courage, where is the determination to face
the silent demons hidden in the dark corners of society?
Perhaps within each of us lies a fragment of light,
a glimmer of wisdom waiting to be ignited
by the spark of assumed and sincere responsibility.
On the stage of life, we spin in circles of helplessness,
a dance of hesitation and lack of determination, where shadows
lengthen, covering unspoken truths with their mantle,
the symphony of indecision reverberating in the depths of the collective being,
an echo of the fear of looking beyond the mask of illusion.
Where is the light that will pierce this dense darkness,
where is the firm hand that will untie the tight knots
of difficulties that burden our consciousness?
Perhaps the solution is hidden in the heart of each,
a rough diamond waiting to be polished by the will
to confront the truth, to accept that the answers
are not outside, but within, in that place where
consciousness finds its balance and peace.
In this stream of consciousness, we seek not outward,
but in the depths of our own selves, where, perhaps,
we will discover that change begins with each of us,
with every thought transformed into action,
with every step taken toward the light of eternity.
I have been struggling with a faded thought
until my mind's become confused and tangled.
At a crossroad, this battle is being fought
between my stubborn brain and wounded heart.
I've great fear one of them will be strangled.
I thought I knew what my life was all about,
but perhaps my heart has been deceived.
I'm suffering a sense of loss; filled with doubt
hoping I haven't taken a misguided route.
I'm finding that life is not as I had perceived.
Their controversy is deeply rooted down,
encompassing what is far beyond my vision.
I search my memory, but it makes me frown,
and my grieving heart will not backdown.
I'm left wrestling in the wallows of indecision.
I won't deny that what troubles me the most
is my attempt at arbitration has gone unheeded.
I'd just as soon try reasoning with a bedpost,
than a brain and heart that are nearly sclerosed.
Neither wants to be the one who has conceded.
I'm fervently trying to make them understand
that if there's to be any hope of our salvation,
they must stop their outrageous grandstand
before I'm forced to give a harsher reprimand.
They suggested I give the other a total ablation!
Surgically remove my brain? I gave it thought,
but it was something that I would have to keep.
We'd all expire if I agreed to dispose of my heart.
That certainly would not be clever on my part!
My anatomy is cursed with two black sheep!
I'm stuck in the middle and I've made a decision,
to threaten them to make peace or they're out.
If they don't come to terms, I'll have to audition
for a new mind and heart who'll be in submission.
I felt a bit cruel, but enjoyed watching them pout!
One who seats in a soft turning
Sofa lessened with the pride
of hopping and relaxed foams.
Turning the leaves of booklets,
Caressing the depth of hidden
figures.
He takes up the crying object,
Filled it tears on the seductive
pages of the leaflet.
Then after the leaflet is soaked.
He's gone with '7.5 billion naira'.
And.....
One who's been famished.
Striving to meet the standards
of the toads. Lurking under the
shelter of penury,given as a
token to abject poverty.
Being drowned in ocean of
indecision. He measures the path
of the market to get his worm
pleased by claiming what's not
out to be claimed.
Then he was caught: Anxious tyre,
Mensurated petrol,Elating matches
dazes and escorted him to the realm.
Who is supposed to die?
The former or the latter?
Who is the thief?
17:01:09:18:30
Listen as the wind whispers
secrets of my lost past.
It howls at my melancholy miseries,
shrieks at my heinous sins,
warning me of a fatal future
that is sure to be my looming last.
My destiny lies in my hands
as I linger in indecision
with your shadow in my heart.
For I cannot stop loving you
I cannot live a normal life
I hunger for food of love,
Only I can find none.
Whither shall I go?
The future is dark and uninviting.
My past is filled with fear,
my present is full of sorrow.
I think of you and my starved heartbeats
in dangerous arterial fibrillation.
I close my eyes in anguished hope
but cannot calm my tattered nerves
as the wind continues with its howls
for winter is sure to extend its days
although I believe and sincerely hope
that sublime spring is coming soon.