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A place, a planet, a particle in the Universe,
This is where I was born, but oh I know
Things can often sometimes become worse
As I struggle every day and reap what I sow.
A place, a planet, nothing but a speck
And yet we are all left to suffer forever
In a neverending cycle even after we wreck
Forms that were sometimes not in our favor.
A place, a planet, just ants in grand scheme,
As we continue living on meaninglessly,
We're always slowly dying, so it would seem,
So enjoy all the wholesome things lovingly.
A place, a planet, though a prison, is home.
All our souls want is true freedom,
The ability to go far, explore, and roam
Despite this Hellish world's many a qualm.
I hate you
because you follow your religion blindly!
I hate you
because you think that
without you and your religion
remaining all are a fraud
I hate you
because irrationally you have belief on God!
I hate you
because you make stone an idol,
and worship it meaninglessly
I hate you
because your pioneer brought
the divisions among peoples
I hate you
because your holy books make
conflicts among peoples
I hate you
because you all do not think
what I'm thinking
I hate you
because you all do not do
what I'm doing
I hate you
because it's true that I do not know
why I hate you for these all and
what the next purpose of my hatred! ! !
-May 17,2019 Chattogram
Sisyphus wished to overcome the death,
This the gods did never like, the myth says;
It's hence they decided to take his breath,
In ways other than the very death plays.
They gave him a big boulder, the myth reads,
To carry it from the foot of a hill;
To its top and when reaching there he needs,
To drop it down and thus continue still.
Courageous, king Sisyphus went ahead,
And took charge of the huge molded boulder;
It was as heavy as a rock of dread,
Yet to it he boldly rubbed his shoulder.
Though this task was meaninglessly absurd,
Sisyphus performed it faithfully true;
This punishment was a concept so blurred,
He carried it on life's greatness to prove.
Feared by the penance of absurd labor,
Sisyphus did not wish to end his life;
He turned the task to fit in his favor,
Accomplished it amidst terrible strife.
He had his great relaxation just then,
While returning to the foot after drop;
This gave him great courage and strength again,
Each time to reach the rock to the hilltop.
The myth of Sisyphus tells me the truth:
Rebellion in life is essential too;
When the old paths are not soothingly smooth,
Paving new is an obligation true.
23 June 2021
Occasionally I dream.
Black ominous spots as my eyes close.
A dream I never remember,
A dream I don't want to remember.
For when I do I cringe with fear,
Sit in a corner of my darkened room,
Trying unsuccessfully to forget.
Fitful recurring dream,
That leaves the palate dry,
Devoid of savored zest,
Flat as unleavened bread.
Murky shadows in a dark room,
Swirling, gasping, mutely roaring,
Ugly, brusque, dyspeptic, and morose.
It gyrates meaninglessly in the void,
A menacing, unpleasant stench
That eventually dissolves into nothingness.
A dream orchestrated to confuse,
Meant to gradually unhinge the mind.
So fatigued, I sleep and dream.
The rest I am awake to face
The terrors of the night.
Surrounded by four impenetrable walls.
While they danced, Frances
visualized her high school days.
She could hear
the 50s music
superimposed on the beats
she was hearing with her ears.
These days, they tell you where the rhythm is,
you don't have to feel it. As they danced,
bumping with the rhythm, they did not touch.
They exercised their own imaginations.
Everything is
programmed these days. They tell you
how to play and organize the moves.
They tell you how to learn and
what to learn and
threaten you with poverty
if you don't follow.
While they danced, time
bunched up at the end point.
The present moved much
slower than the past streamed in.
Her mind terminated the flow of the past
and there was a blockage that filled
the empty cells of memory.
As she moved, gesticulating
seemingly meaninglessly but not meaninglessly,
she carried a wealth in the heaviness of her.
We have to write about
reality, if we are going to write, not theory.
Theory is rarified
even if it's the most important thing.
We spend our few yearning,
hungry years here, with each other,
with our human furniture.
We don't have time
for explanation.
Paul couldn't resist.
He eventually reached out for the woman's hand
and pulled her close.
Occasionally I dream.
Black ominous spots in my closed eyes.
Dreams I never remember,
Dreams I don't want to remember.
For when I do I cringe with fear
Sit in a corner of my darkened room,
Trying unsuccessfully to forget.
Fitful recurring dreams,
That leaves the palate dry,
Devoid of savored zest,
Flat as unleavened bread.
Dark shadows in a dark room,
Swirling, gasping, mutely roaring,
Ugly, brusque, dyspeptic, and morose.
It gyrates meaninglessly in the void,
A menacing, unpleasant stench
That eventually dissolves into nothingness.
Dreams orchestrated to confuse,
Meant to gradually unhinge the mind.
So occasionally I dream.
The rest I am awake to face
The terrors of the night.
Note: I wrote this poem in 2003. never posted as far as I know. Sometimes I enjoy dark poems but they are FICTIONAL.
I may not be posting here for a while,
but I'll still continue to drop by now and then.
I'm writing on a subject of a much bluer style.
The F word seems to be my latest obsession.
I'd never post any of it here because I fear many soupers would want my head
and without any mercy the PS staff would most probably, render my PS account dead.
As a lover of words I feel this word merits exploring
regarding its controversy with obscenity as well as the word's origin.
It just amazes me this word's ability to drive so many to the brink of insanity.
Have you ever said a word repeatedly, until the sound of it sounds so meaninglessly?
I propose that we broadcast that word for 24 hours, repeatedly through everyone's head.
I believe that at the end of that day, everyone will say, "The F word is finally dead."
Those who take offense at obscenity
ALLOW themselves to be offended unfortunately.