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When we find our morale at rock bottom,
It appears the earth has come to a standstill!
Finding ourselves amidst darkness all around,
We are in a dungeon with no escape, we feel!
Unmindful of our innate abilities, at times we forget
To bounce back, like a ball hit against a wall!
Seeds sprout piercing the upper layers of the earth,
Sensing the touch of raindrops from clouds so dark!
A word of consolation is enough for a soul
That has fallen down, to rise up like a spring!
Things that appear dormant in nature for the time being,
Can erupt like volcanoes unwarranted any time,
Animating their innate vibrance to everyone's surprise!
At the Bottom's dropped out.
I'll write to you
the end of the story.
The only one i know.
Sundown on a field of dandelions.
No step closer to rapture,
I smiled with no hurry
when i found myself here,
at the bottom's dropped out.
It never rests.
not even when it's over.
Like stale conversation
without bread nor water.
A river martin's graceful flight.
My smile came easy
when i saw you here
at the bottom's dropped out.
Lampblack spills on a white canvas,
like a clock running out of time.
The mood a smile brings on,
it never has to die.
Dustup Old Frisian theological nonsense.
The clouds burst with meaning
at the bottom's dropped out.
Like a sun spot on the Sun
Life stands still
as seasons change.
It’s not worth winding up the long rewind
of a slippery slope
towards yesterday’s face another time.
Let's have last seen each other here
At the bottom's dropped out.
crushed at rock bottom he gathered the fragments of descent
slow motion agony that started at a plateau of deluded deceit
free falling sadness spiraling out of control beyond fast repair
the black dog on his shoulder had survived the fall and barked
another round of sadness an insurmountable sorrow cheered on
‘you are useless and even void and oblivion are having a laugh’
a tunnel with no light and the canary asphyxiated in the mine shaft
another panic attack unable to ease the landing of a scarred mind
scared and confused he gathered the pieces and stabbing shards
with broken bones and un-abating accusations he collected his guilt
fears and shame about yet another defeat at the foundation of evil
demons and miserable clairvoyants spoke in bifurcated obsessions
possessed by the mother of all depressions he reached for a glimmer
of hope he searched for a message from science deities and reason
yet unable to guide his emotions all efforts crashed without rescue
the rope had twisted once more and he dangled helpless face down
just enough slack to disfigure his angry face that featured disgust
and yet as the blood flooded his brain he surrendered his objections
one final attempt and he severed the noose with the open fracture of
the razor sharp dislocation sticking out just below the palm of his hand
with a further snap of his wrist and life line he surrendered lost dreams
if life gave you hemlock but the vessel had cracked on the impact
of the smash and grab of lifeless cycle of disassociated insanity he
resolved to drink his own blood and call upon autoimmune response
after all the medication had been useless and hours on Freud’s couch
had only imprinted more festering pressure sores on purulent skin
cognitive explorations had only dragged him further down self-denial
religion mantras and science had failed to invoke sanity and healing
levitation would not emerge when he fell from the edge of madness
the cross lay in pieces and nails had lacerated his heart and resolve
just when he felt the pulse getting weaker and with delirious gaze
he succumbed to a last ditch attempt to reassemble a piece of his soul
wrote an ultimate will on the wall and vowed to hand over let go and live
15th June 2020
That day was forever.
It was finally time,
For us to move out.
We found old card-boards
From our neighborhood
Chose the best ,
Carefully packed our stuff .
Our old home stood ,
At the center of the town,
Where we grew up;
With chaos all around.
The terrace gave me company,
Keeping my little secrets
and carved names on the mosses.
The rock bottom of the deep well
Found me screaming out,
The voices within and listen.
The walls held empty pots,
Once chrysanthemum grew.
The cherry tree stood nearby ,
Which never bloomed, though
Caterpillars found home there.
The mango tree in the backyard,
Dwarf enough for one to climb,
Gifted its shade and not a mango .
Guavas, we did grab,
From the terrace, ripe and raw.
Star fruits hugged the soil now,
For we ignored them fall.
Hibiscus leaves soothed my hair
And henna leaves, my hands.
And the verandah, void
With its circular chair,
Wrapped green.
Grandma used to sit there,
Observing her town with pride.
I taped the card-boards,
Wrote my name and date,
Sighed for the days of
Hard work and choosing.
And waited to move out.
The place was a mess,
So were we, though
We deserved better.
Looking back, I will regret
Packing my childhood apart .
Card-boards resembled
Tombstones with my name.
Never did my dreams fail
To lead me back home.
And the pain of watching
As a stranger passing by,
Never faded away.
A haunted house, it remained.
Yes, moving out was hell.
Life was never the same again.
Genesis 50:20 (KJV) “But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive.”
Sold into slavery, mostly a child himself,
Joseph must have felt such anguish.
His heart despaired – see for yourself…
When his owners sold him to the highest bidder,
He was tormented with thoughts so dark and bitter,
Anger must have tempted him, but he’d reconsider…
When Potiphar bought Joseph, he didn’t suppose,
He’d throw him into prison, where he’d reside,
Even though God would rescue him, which surely shows…
Whatever comes, whatever doubts, whatever fears,
There is One who knows our hearts and saves us,
With His love, His mercy, His grace - He silences our tears…
When we least expect it, we will find our souls amazed,
By the light of the One who created us to follow His ways,
This God of love – our God above, who is meant to be praised.
Never forget the story of Joseph, who God surely saved.
What others meant for evil, God intended for good.
When you hit rock bottom, just walk the road He paved!
With God, anything is possible – the lost can be found.
When you least expect Him, He’ll be the best friend you’ve had…
Providing the love that will save you – your life, He’ll turnaround!
Satan stole my shattered soul
by preying on my wounded heart
while leading me into temptation
I was trapped in a spell
My indiscretions took over my life
shoving me down a path of desolation
moments away from rock bottom
and a breath from hell
Life was bleak. Life was dreary
happy, pretty, and sweet I used to be
calling upon inevitable mortality
I lost all decency
Everything I had was sold cheap
all relationships broken into pieces
despair in the clutches of evil
thrashing cold sweats and anxiety
.
My life wasn’t meaningful
I was at my lowest and out of control
chasing after the devil’s gold
in one sole direction I was
…falling…falling...into eternal loss and
soon straight to my death
One day he found himself at the rock bottom of a cliff
shattered from descent but
the tides had been kind
had revealed a chance
to rest on sandy retreat
He gathered sea shells memories temptations and shelter
pebbles of time
corpse of a starfish
skeleton dreams
an octopus’ eye
Floating in surrender he soon drifted on strands of sea weed
searched tranquility
joined the dolphins
inhaled the ocean
mocked by the gulls
Hidden among pieces of debris he reached out for redemption
in the twilight of doubts
flooding transgressions
receding convictions
malignant sharks
On closer inspection a heap of driftwood revealed a small box
intricate inlay
mother of pearl
covered in crust
sealed with a kiss
Pandora was calling from within and without further delay
he knew nothing
lasts forever
prayed and prized
opened the cover
As he arrived at a point of no return worms sprang upon him
questioned faith
requested belief
confused his spirits
and licked his wounds
Submerged under a dazzling collection of misleading truth
a tiny hobgoblin
cradled a mermaid
the shape of an anchor
embracing all hope
God had spoken and he released his soul into an ocean of love
Oh crisp breath to welcome me anew
Is there any fresher than you?
Dressed in fire and gold,
The most intense beauty to behold.
But that doesn’t begin to touch why I answer your call,
There is so much more I must remember I love about fall.
Oh decay and promise of summer’s death
At breaking day and frosted breath.
The cool that invites me warm a cup of cider,
And chases away insect and arachnid, fly and spider.
Finding myself donning a light jacket to cover my skin,
Despite not needing it: I have in my chest a heater built in.
Oh memory, full of clips I hold dear, full of you,
Of nights where fire chased away the blackness-blue,
Of siblings laughing enjoying their carving,
Of eating our fill and be far from starving.
My dear, for so many reasons I hold you closely,
And I tried to tell them to you…mostly.
I admire your beauty of cardinal and pumpkin as it fills my eye
And enjoy your coolness as summer into winter does die.
I wrap myself in you to give me hope when I hit rock bottom,
And breathe in your light and loveliness. My most precious Autumn.
It’s a cold October morning, these city streets are quiet and bare.
I am coming back from no place on my way to who knows where.
I’ve been feeling so down and low I can’t see a way to reach the top.
For me to hit rock bottom would not be too much of a drop.
Empty sidewalks in the morning when I’ve got no other place to be.
Make me think of you and how you were taken away from me.
The sound of those lonesome church bells, ringing through this cold and bitter rain.
Has me searching for the bottle that knows how to ease this pain.
Chorus:
Yes, there’s no high I haven’t tried,
to forget the pain for a while.
The sparkle of your eyes and how,
your lips curved crooked when you’d smile.
But no matter how much I try,
the pain of losing you creeps in.
When each new drug I take wears off,
my heart breaks all over again.
Your kiss could send me to heaven your love kept me bound beneath its spell.
Since you went away my life’s been trapped inside this living hell.
My friends say I should be thankful for sharing all the good times we had.
Because you are in a better place then I should not be sad.
But those words come from innocent people who have never lost a wife.
To have you back for just one day I’d gladly trade my own life.
I’m old enough to have learned a lot but the one thing I still don’t know.
Is how old do I have to be before I can let you go.
(Repeat Chorus)
I’m old enough to have learned a lot, but the one thing I still don’t know.
Is how old do I have to be before I can let you go.
As other birds seek shelter from an oncoming storm
He is not superior but grand and always fly's above it
To see colors and shapes but never in its form
We enter the highest consciousness of our journey to never quit
If your falling,spread your wings and dive
To hear another soul, it keeps us focus and steady to be alive
To be the eyes of an eagle
You can never underestimate the powers of your vision to change the world
Never transforming fear into a seagull
It will never have the strength that flap unfurled
Measuring a man's success on how high he climbs
Is problematic that's common to all
How he bounces back when he hits rock bottom
Will be victory from the rise that he falls
To be a volcano understanding the influence of eruption
To fly and find things that are not in matter
Is to hear but never hear the sounds of corruption
Pure substances that pervades to over shatter
In the end you would choose
Undaunted by gusts and shaky rails
You become a leader of what you can do
Never give up and would not fail
Faith is the flame that eliminates fear
But the Eagles eyes quickens your step,fly at a level that creates a wide gap to fix the impaired.