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I coil in bed as twilight swirls in dim of hours
Raking this womb , pained by angst --
While I transcend earth’s noise , I am alone
In gilded light of an evening so restless--
Hushing mild whiffs, bleak and intolerable :
Then, led back to soiled pillows
While dusk bathes a soul without sweet quiet;
As floats of sobs wail for some comfort
That my wails reach heaven... yet not one cares
For a lone soul needing a warm embrace
On this day, our tenth year of togetherness.
How the chill pierces the marrow
When all that this moment needs is a voice,
A human link, just this time... but then, no one cares
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3/23/2017
Phillip Garcia's Tale of the Best
~ Inspiration from
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/voice_in_hiding_538339
100 words
I cannot tolerate the ones with haloed head
Who boast of their achievements, put on an act instead.
I cannot tolerate the perfect, always right
Who claim to love their neighbour omitting black or white.
I cannot tolerate the ones who share your pack
Pretending to be helpful then stab you in the back.
I cannot tolerate the friends who pick your brain
Intent on infiltration determined to make gain.
I cannot tolerate the types who wish you well
They swear to loyal virtue, but then they kiss and tell.
I cannot tolerate the false and double-faced
They are the parasitic, their tongue with poison laced.
I cannot tolerate the guys who look for fights
They cause much harm while pleading the law to back their rights.
I cannot tolerate the tempters with their faith
They are the instigators, the ones who love to hate.*
They cannot tolerate my face, but I’m alright
My aim is to expose them, oppose with all my might.
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* Here I am referring to those who commit crimes and injustices in
the name of religion.
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16th June 2014
Contest: Tolerance
Sponsor Freddie Vee
So, so lyrical,
yet logical,
it's certainly atypical;
and not proverbial,
but integral
and oh, most controversial!
But is it topical,
optical,
even for the intellectual
to see the actual
pragmatical
to its theoretical?
So casual, gradual,
and implausible,
it’s almost incomprehensible
were it not for the owner’s manual.
It, too, appears eternal,—
not temporal.
Never mind paradoxical.
Damn! it’s infernal...
Alas, it'll be too “illogical”
for the head magisterial,
whose financial
committee might find it problematical.
Still, the crux is perennial:
it’s too pivotal
to not state the irrefutable
with extra audible mega-decibels
if the funding residuals
for scientific experimentals
like the quantum mechanical
are incommensurable,
which is thus deplorable,
intolerable, insufferable,
disagreeable, horrible,
and most unsupportable
(in my view as a professional)!
For thus I am entangled in a web of despair!
A widow's orb of woven thread.
'Tis a stalker's venom that keeps me there.
A visceral poison; paralyzing it spreads.
Transformed; trampled, worn and threadbare!
Wherewith in my mind; 'tis death that treads!
Bid me this death and I shall dare!
A malignancy that carries to suicide’s deathbeds.
Somewhere in whirlwinds dreary mist;
Ruthless emotions that I’ve amassed.
O’ what of these debilitating migraines that still persist.
Of these imperishable thoughts that last and last;
Then I question; what of my youth placed at risk;
Gone like the dusk, dim and vast!
And of the fragrant flowers that no longer exist?
Withered by remorse from my past!
A lonely dispirited soul, frayed by angst, I ride on misery's carousel;
Persecuted by unquenchable blame;
Ensnared with guilt; shackled invisibly to a living hell.
Plagued, tormented; a scorching paranoia set aflame.
I've suffered and watched as life slips away, a pitiful soul, an empty shell.
What of this dishonor its tainted my name.
There in the darkest depths of the abyss where I dwell;
I’m tormented in evil’s shame!
Guilt leads the way along this desolate journey; filled with anguish!
And what of this wretched heart that keeps me stirring?
That’s perched me upon a precipice where my joy does languish;
Alone and trembling!
O’ sweet joy, sweet precious joy, I pray do not vanish.
I seek this buried treasure that keeps me yearning.
This desperate quest filled with years of dead despair, I cannot relinquish.
My eyes red, masked with anger; smoldering
'Tis a mighty river’s rush, a surging anger dwelling deep within.
A thunderous beating pulse pounds my chest,
Unbearable this terror; this debilitating din
O’ this intolerable throbbing that I detest;
Its heaven’s glorious mercy I seek while engulfed in sin,
My body quivers, I've given my all, I’ve done my best.
And sought relief, but realize that what’s to come has already been.
For it is these demons that I cannot put to rest.
Alone he sat on the cold soft sand
Gazing at the ocean
Reflecting on his life
Overcome with emotion
His dad left when he was young
Never to return
His mother checked out slowly
It was the bottle she did yearn
There were no meals on the table
No heating or warm clothes in a drawer
Mums asleep on the couch again
Empty bottles on the floor
His mother gradually wasted away
Her eyes became yellow and blank
She no longer knew her son
From all the poison she drank
She died a horrible death
At fourteen he was all alone
No-one to turn to
Nowhere to call home
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Years passed by ….now a man
Sitting on the beach
Tears rolled down his face
As for his bottle he did reach
His life had been a struggle
As long as he could recall
Never having being nurtured
Or ever knowing love at all
He tried to do it right
Be a good and decent man
The demons inside his head
Silenced only by the bottle or can
He led a solitude life
Had nothing to call his own
Felt helpless and lost
Ostracised and alone
As he sat on the beach
Looking up at the stars
He was angry and sobbed heavily
Triggered by demons and scars
The hurt he suffered was intolerable
He placed his hand over his heart
Fell backwards in the sand
Only then did hand and bottle part!
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He looks at her sweet young face
He’s filled with loving pride
As she listens to the story
Snuggling closer into his side
He watches his wife potter in the kitchen
Glowing as again with child
She glances over at him
Giving a loving smile
He feels complete fulfilment
He now knows what it’s like to be loved
To have family and be whole
Present in the moment …..No longer drugged!
It’s been nearly eight years since he touched the bottle
Turned his life around
Finally breaking that cycle
So future generations
Can walk on sober ground!
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Abyss my sorrows lies beneath the deep ocean
I am anxious and frustrated, swing that is intolerable beyond my span
tremor that produce fear in the mind
love loses its way remains sick behind
the earth is now trembling in such of the tremor in turn.
The evening stars has been lost its glory in pain
listen , the worst people has forgotten donation or sacrifice in thirst of gain
this is the painful form of civilization
the society has became dungeon,
and the world has became bloody, peoples engaged in war to ruin.
The world is endangered and not in tune, grief overwhelmed
rich and riches are the worth living and are deceptive all of them.
they use in tricks and power
runs in groups in each & every hour,
sweet world is no longer happy now, has became rough and dead in that game.
It has lost its fragrance in leaf, becomes restless, worsen its dwelling
has lost its liveliness to sing humanity and all virtues has swallowing.
My soul is swaying in pain
I wish to set fire in shower of rain
I to do promissory war to destruct evil, for peace and tranquilizing.
In that bet, sorrow, the sea of sorrow, will be sowed
divine the fight mom, I will drowned today, I will take my sword.
At the door of such poison
I will jump mom, for such reason,
I have to win it mom or I will sacrifice my life on that board.
I will Jump to spread the glory of mom, my vow divine
I will set the fire with blood and will bring spring; I will fight till death line.
no matter if I die
rest the world will sing in the sky,
they will hold that immortal slogan to burnt the sin, they them self will assign.
The luster of the flame, poison of devil and the flag there on
wrath of them will smash and will write the history of destruction
that day oh my mom, remember me
keep me in your caress thee
in the golden land of heights, keep me in the stars of your eyes in run.
The world's been in the dumpster forever
An intolerable state of affairs
Isn't it about time we changed our ways
It's badly in need of repairs
Let's start a pact to end our disputes
Some think it's beyond possibility
Need somebody to step up to the plate
Us humans have great adaptability
Think I just heard a scoff or two
Now that's been a part of the problem
If we all just put aside our differences
We'd be much more able to solve them
Probably sound like a big ole know-it-all
To me, it just makes common sense
Adapt or it's curtains for all human kind
Must do something in any event
Although a withered tree possesses a charm of its own,
aside from elegance, what should this old man do,
because not even possess a taste of ordinary
but he is the man of base, the incarnation of disgust.
If wrinkled face covered with ugly age spots,
clumsy shaking hands with swollen finger joints,
mucus filled clogged throat with foul breath,
arched stiff body with fetid body odor,
are all for the aged, with what shall we distinguish the means of life.
If the point where the word beauty no longer bears any meaning
to an old man anymore is the place for him to roam
stepping on the rays of the setting sun with remorse,
he should, if not all the truth, at least sustain empty mind
in his stiffening body, rather then spread bad breath in the air,
that may be caused from the curse he made to the world,
piles and piles of bad mouths he made to harm others,
and ill wishes he made from envies toward neighbors with his
small but destructive tongue, rotted and gives off the stinking odor?
The offensive odor from the body
may also be the same as of the foul breath, because it caused
from contaminants polluting the body from taking a bath jumping into any water
if he sees one on the roadside.
If there is an easy way out or shortcut,
did not give any consideration but, instantaneously,
took this easy way.
If he finds an empty space,
not even a moment of thought, rushed to there,
sat, laid and rolled over to enjoy the space of his own.
Since wrong cannot last long
he shouldn’t see, hear or speak anymore
but leave the world without an apprehension of others.
Nevertheless, what shall the old man do!
Because life is a cycle of retribution
and is the reason he is still breathing.
And because he is breathing, he undergoes never-ending torture
suffocated by his own body odor that became an intolerable reek,
groaning for persisting pain twisting stiffened body,
while he continues seeing, hearing and mumbling.
5/10/13
I’m the victim…
Are you the predator?
I feel hurt –
I am oversensitive
I am an unstable table
The pain’s TOO unbearable
Intolerable…
Unendurable…
Am I your bull’s eye?
Are you the strong, enduring one?
You allured me into your trap…
And you made me feel like crap
You deceived me with your lies
And you ignored my crestfallen cries
You change right before my very eyes…
Every thought of you are as abominable as flies,
Hovering around me…as if I’m the dead carcass
As if I have a revolting scent…and you got the nerve to harass
I’m the awkward kid…
Are you the normal, mature individual?
I feel confined and insecure…
Did I just run out of fuel?
You discarded my dreams…
And you made me drink in nightmares…
I’m breaking by the seams
Why did you disregard my heart’s desire?
Why did you push me into your devious hellfire?
You transformed into a hideous monster
You’re a poison pretending to be a cure…but I’m a conqueror
you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing…
you aren’t my savior…
you aren’t a hero
you aren’t the solution
to my countless problems…
you are escalating my anxieties...
I’m the target…
Are you the hunter?
I am injured
I am feeble
I am vulnerable
Am I the weakling?
Are you the watchful,
resilient seeker?
This democratic republic, where most of us
Have toiled through and reside.
Is the most difficult, complex, and lethargic
System, that's ever been contrived.
It requires an educated electorate, with a
Committed participation to be heard.
While their legislative representatives listen,
Then work together towards actual solutions,
And their word.
Often time consuming and compromising,
Due to the inherent numbers involved.
Yet for those who value freedom and choice,
It's still the best for those liberties as they've evolved.
What's intolerable, is the partisan politics, where
Conspiracies and blame, top the agendas at length.
As it rips away at the fabric of justice,
Which is supposedly, our greatest strength.
Yet one man and his fervent followers, seem to
Feel that just one party should surpass the rest.
While doing battle against a weakened judiciary,
Claiming innocence all along their quest.
These are the crossroads we now face, where no
Matter the direction taken, accountability shows a violent side.
Since this man, the former POTUS, has so much
Criminal conduct about, he just can't hide.
Ultimately, this decision to indict, lies with a
Justice department and its conviction.
While any failure to deliver this guilt,
Will show our failure through dereliction.