Long Lifelessness Poems
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The tree of death or life,
A duality of existence,
The truth is obvious to the transcended
but remains the same to the unchanged.
The tree of death or life,
The darkness and sunshine of the meadow,
The lifelessness and beauty of our journey,
So much lies hidden in this narrow realm.
Our weary bodies are cradled by the night,
While the soul journeys to various places,
Shadowed by the unseen.
The tree of death or life calls us.
Existence is a two-way path;
Slumber is the random movement of the soul.
This phenomenon is bidirectional,
For the tree of death or life is a marvel of the Divine.
April 25, 2025.
Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy?
Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile?
Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy?
Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while?
Like a crane, as though in slumber, stands solemn and soundless.
Alert to grab the best of the fish that comes on its way
So too one on an endeavour, though within feels boundless.
Opts for the Zen form, and from all distractions stays away.
The silence that lies in passing from this world to the next
The tranquil interval between death and resurrection
When humans await, with eternity, to be annexed
Eternal Spirit offers profuse grace and protection.
This quiescence, not lifelessness, like treasures, one should earn.
To dwell, like the saints, in the sacred silence, one should learn
A doomed lifelessness sprung out of me
My body resided, candid eyed
While my soul left, evaporated to escape
In the form of a single tear shed.
Such dense, my eyes could not hold the weight
They dropped it to the floor
Falling to its fate in a graceless chase
I could not see it reach its goal.
I felt light, but with unattended vacancy
A gulf possible of collapsing; I looked down,
And there were pieces of myriad gold
Breaking off the teardrop,
Flecks of my croon, singing
They were fairies who rose up to me,
I saw in them a sense of misery--
My own staring back at me.
The fairies casted a spell of my unknown
The magic perforated straight into me
Something stirred-- deceit to emptiness
Something that did not beg to break free
Maybe a soul that was stable, in peace.
I realised it was the answer to my plea,
The weight laden drop was no more
The single tear shed was a call for help
It birthed fairies who availed to it.
For he has no mother to provide the food,
a poor little bird pecks at drifting cloud and eats the pieces
that bubbles up in the cloud as a mist to fill his empty stomach.
Fail to withstand midsummer’s burning heat
though the little bird’s wings were grown to cover
the darkening nightly air,
alas, he couldn’t fly in the sky because his wings
were grown from the piece of cloud, the only food he ever fed on,
and therefore, fell on the ground crying through the night agonizing.
The little bird, though, has eyes, he couldn’t see a thing
because he was blinded from the burning sunbeam
that pierced through his eyes.
He, now, is lying on the ground weeping
through the night to drive his misery away
oh, however, breathless.
The little bird once joyfully played with his siblings,
and pecking one another to show off their strength,
now, became a pebble by the riverside shore
because all his siblings though flew away
he failed to keep his small space,
the space was, rather than his own choice,
but was confined by the force, and though, he is now lying
on the ground he really never left the nest, and therefore,
he always an immature little bird.
For legend says that the Phoenix gathers ashes
from his remains that burnt in the furious fire
and soars in air to find his lost home,
does the breathless little bird’s heart beat?
or because lifelessness is another form of a life,
the little bird sobs in the night from the piles of stones
flooded by the moonlight at the lifeless riverside shore.
Little love dance, petals aglow, all that I know is in that beautiful heart that I yearn to hold.
Sweet baby I pray. I pray and I pray that maybe one day you'll come my way.
Here I am, baby. Right here, by your side, do you see? I've been here quite awhile, my lovely, you've just been away.
But enough of me, how is your day? I see the sadness you hide so well. And yes, I see the smile that fills me with light. But, my dear, that light doesn't reach your eyes.
I can see the pain inside, the pain that you, my cherished, try and hide. The hardest thing isn't loving you, knowing you wont have me. The hardest thing is being able to see you so clearly, that pain, the lifelessness, and not being able to help you.
Reach, my love, reach...I'm here. I'll hold you awhile, let those tears dissappear.
That's my baby, and there's my smile. I'm glad you're going to be staying awhile..
I figure, that maybe if you do, I'll see you truly smile.
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Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
Yes, one of my many talents I didn't know I
Possessed. I will not be impolite. It's standing
There in all its fiery splendor talking from the
Other side of the fence illuminating the
Darkness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Would you say your bigger than a mastodon?
I must be under a spell. Where is the sorceress?
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
When you use your imagination John
Anything is possible and it is bottomless.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Do you eat tarragon?
We are making progress.
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
I wave my hand and said Soon all this will be
Gone
Back to lifelessness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
A bonfire gave me the key to once upon.
My grandson is still talking about my
Childishness.
My grandma talked to a fiery dragon.
She was honored to have met, seen, and
Talked to such an incredible phenomenon.
Kneeling in the median, crying, crying, what have I done?
Oh the pain, the pain wishing the past was undone.
I have no hope for my wretched life, now that I am alone.
The horror of a dying man reverberates in my bones..
That look sinks into my soul with his plea of, WHY!
His pleas of why, I cannot live, why must I die?
As his eyes of his soul fade away into lifelessness.
I feel the authority gently pull my arms and cuff both my wrists.
I wanted no representation at my hearing the following day.
The Judge took pity on me for I was trying to keep my crying at bay.
He sentenced me to five years for DUI and 10 for vehicle manslaughter.
Now I sit in solitude, withering away and not living, why bother.
I usually keep my cell door closed, I want no company
But in my melancholy of self-pity, I left it open this day.
A joyful youth of red hair came bounding in with a beautiful smile.
His noble intentions startled me for a while.
He offered me his ration of delicious smelling bread.
I was distraught over this death with deep sorrow and dread.
I gently refused his kind offer and told him I want no life.
He warmly smiled at me which put a pause in my strife.
You have me transfixed and wanting to know more.
“I see the pain in your eyes, do you want release?” he implore.
I told him that it hurts so much that I do not want to Live.
He said, “Have you considered an alternative that I am willing to give?”
What is it? I stated, what do you have for I know I am condemned.
Let me tell you about our brother that he wants you to mend.
I am an only child and I have no brother, you speak of him, who’s he?
He is Jesus, our brother who extends a welcoming hand and want you to see.
See what? I asked as my heart started to warm as if he’s there.
Suddenly our brother appeared in radiant light and sat in a chair.
I fell to my knees and bowed to him crying, why me brother?
I feel your pain of a contrite heart for you are my child like no other.
Please listen to me for I and one who has died forgive you for what you have done.
Now, child, please forgive yourself, when you do your life will shine like the sun.
Still kneeling at my brother's feet and I forgave myself over and over again.
Thanks to my redheaded friend and brother, my new life began.
In a realm untethered, a woman birthed her own sun,
Her radiant hands ablaze with ethereal hues.
Beneath her feet, the earth burgeoned, an ever-fertile expanse,
embracing all within its grasp, its essence aglow in tangerine trance.
From this fusion emerged a tranquil serenade,
as tranquil breath whispered on, an orange cascade.
Melodies danced on zephyr's wings,
A symphony woven with celestial strings.
Notes, delicate and gentle, kissed the air,
Enchanting all with their melodious flair.
Her sun, a celestial orb of golden fire,
Radiated warmth, a divine desire.
Its rays bathed the world in a luminous embrace,
Filling hearts with love, bestowing grace.
Through verdant meadows and ancient groves,
Her touch breathed life, where lifelessness roves.
Flowers bloomed with petals ablaze,
Drinking in the sun's ethereal rays.
The woman, a creator, a master of dreams,
Sculpted landscapes with mystical themes.
Mountains rose high, touching the heavens above,
Valleys carved deep, embracing all with love.
Her steps left trails of magic and wonder,
Where miracles sprouted, like blossoms from under.
Whispers of her wisdom, secrets untold,
Unraveled in stories, legends of old.
Yet, beneath her ethereal veil of might,
Lay a heart gentle, compassionate, and bright.
She nurtured the world, every living soul,
With kindness and love, her eternal goal.
In her realm untethered, beauty thrived,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, vibrant and alive.
And as she birthed her sun, her creation's crown,
She reveled in the symphony of life, all around.
For in this tapestry of her celestial art,
She wove the threads that bound every heart.
A woman, a goddess, with power untold,
In her realm untethered, love and harmony unfold.
:: 05.24.2023
An Unlively Very Stiff (upper Lip) Masquerade
(any resemblance between averred one laid
to rest and yours truly...purely coincidental
regarding unnamed person liberated
into heavenly glade!)
though innocently youthful looking air
at three score year,
or so the trumpeting "FAKE" mirrored reflection
(animated, sans Alexa) programmed tube lear
and spout, one most familiar Shakespeare
refrain (frequently misinterpreted) wherefore
art thou Romeo, really translates as
“Why did you have to be a Montague?”
no matter living to max,
I did not accrue
hoping to lyft mine uber last dying wish,
no matter body besotted, kissed,
and riddled with ague
spirit fights futile demise submerging
into bone a fied underworld brew,
any bargain exhausted with grim reaper
past hour to argue
lifelessness accorded ritual
traversing along deathly
other mortals traversed, paved,
and hallowed avenue
sudden agedness tolled
danse macabre league
with trumpeting battue
rigor mortis in toto
human flesh turned blue
oddly starved of wrinkles
thee only cherished clue
that perhaps...key expiration
coroner did misconstrue
bah...false alarm let somber retinue
solemnly proceed so poet can continue
pointless against corpse
dead letter diktat to counterargue,
nor against cosmic creator
can one countersue,
or expect miraculous success cue
wing sudden resurrection,
when biological processes
particularly brought to halt by dengue
fever, and rendering void
erroneous, unlikely mistaken
death sentence, hence sigh continue
and marvel quiet eternal repose
avails most pronounced distingue
lying in state (within coffin)
pulling out all stops
guaranteeing her/his endue
perhaps casket sealed with
decedent's favorite chiffon fondue
unsure what grim missing fate will ensue,
asper the (soul) surviving,
perhaps reincarnated within
commencement of fescue
as verdant leaves of
wit man ask grass
or if cremated...surely
spiritual embodiment freed thru flue
but no matter,
(je ne sais quois) glue
thee only I French I knew
before bidding dearly departed
may dog bless ye - adieu!