Long Sink Poems
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Foreboding of a tempestuous storm,
it blackens as it draws near,
a cumulonimbus in towering form,
extending to the troposphere,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
break free while there's still time,
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'll take on water and sink too quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves will break and so will I,
Roars of thunder and screeching wind,
sheets of lightning and pelting rains,
walls of waves will batter within,
until our stability wanes,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
untether your heart from mine,
'cause I'll drown us both if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'm taking on water and sinking quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves are breaking and so am I
They say you can’t pull purses from a sow’s ear—
Yet somehow, they make mountains from molehills.
In whispered tones, the barbs take flight:
A glance, a comment, gone out of sight.
They pry softly, unseen by the eye,
A question cloaked in a veil of why.
Then comes the throbbing—
The hurt, the ache, the quiet longing—
A subtle attempt to discredit,
Like bad news buried in Reddit threads.
It seems absurd—
Not saying a word
Can sever a nerve.
It’s the kind of pain
That catches you unawares.
You barely notice the cut
Until the sting arrives—
Light-hearted complaints
On your fingers, or the inside of my mouth,
Tend to hurt the most.
The smile that falters, the laugh that strains,
Each little jab, a soft, stinging rain.
“You’re so articulate,” they praise, unaware
That words carry weight, a burden to bear.
A seat at the table, yet pushed aside—
Invisible lines where respect has died.
“You’re different,” they say, as if a gift,
But in that distinction, the soul can drift.
Small wounds, like paper cuts inside the mouth,
Heal quickly, but the irritation lingers—
A thousand small cuts, never meant to offend,
Yet wounds the heart cannot easily mend.
So pause. In this moment, let it sink in.
Listen with your skin; let’s ease another’s pain.
For each cut there’s a chance to repair—
Let’s build bridges, to show we care.
A beautiful sunny day,
In the land of paradise.
Thunder rings in the distance as my,
Pulse quickens, and dread takes over.
There are no clouds in the skies,
I sense the devil is approaching.
Looking down from the mountain of heaven,
I see the hellfire from the,
Circle of blood from the devil.
The fire and blood falling from the sky,
As they hit the grey ladies when they sink.
Within a flash, I see thousands of bodies,
Flying, bleeding, and dying defenseless,
Against the devil,
The devil who flies in the sky, with the circle of blood.
This one act of cowardice will fuel the anger of,
The nation, which will ultimately lead to war.
This will be known as the Day of Infamy.
It is a day that America will never forget.
10/31/22
I've weathered rough storms
Always high and drunk or
Trying to have love form
I was once torn
All this B.S. occurs out my front door
You've woken up the beast, now you're done for
You've no idea what's in store
Just may be guts and gore
Time I smoke and drink some more
All these dumb whores
Meanwhile constantly with punks I war
You'll be unable to prevent it
Before there can be any friendship
It all ends quick
Meanwhile too much crap they remain obsessed with
Not all shall be nice
Something off I was able to see twice
Underneath streetlights
Over the span of three nights
By going to extreme heights
I learned valuable lessons for a cheap price
Nearly each time
Often turns to violence, rarely is there peace signs
Seen by my keen eyes
For the remainder, need to be wise
Against these guys
Since in the end eventually we die
Still she tries
But I'm going to make her take a deep dive
Since she is barking up the wrong tree line
Trying to mess with the whole beehive
No need to read in-between the lines
I've seen why, they do it no need to try
The same said falling for it and believing lies
Too late to worry about me, I'm eating fine
Nothing singled out
Or leading to bigger doubt
I've had opportunity to think about
While out in nature or a house by a sink and couch
Where I would smoke and drink large amounts
Now I know
It's not just how it goes
Much of it I've outgrown
And the rest of it, I've been the town joke
Behind clouds of smoke
Beyond a clown or folk
Always the one they doubt the most
Just like with everything there's a price to pay
She brought me warmth and lighted my day
Right away
It's nice to say
But then she left me in the dark
Like they all do before I can make a mark
By now we're worlds apart
Yet it still hurts my heart
Because I'm tossed away to collect dust before I could start
Oh well I continue and swim on
Regardless of if I live long
Rarely if ever I did wrong
Took endless work to become this strong
We are people, not robots. We won’t accept your lies
We will not stand idly by, while another patriot cries
We will watch you crumble and we will watch you sink
You can never tell us, what to do or what to think
This is our Christian country and now you can believe
If you don’t like the way it is, then pack it up and leave
We are not here to serve you. You are here to serve
When you put down our country, you just strike a nerve
You will not teach our children with your venomous bite
We will teach our children what is wrong and what is right
You have no power over us. We will beat your psychological game
God will stay in our government and we will praise His Name
This country’s free and so are you to worship as you please
But we believe that God protects our borders and our seas
We welcome all and pray each day that no one ever be banned
But if you don’t like it feel free to move to another land
Without our permission, you really have no powers
We don’t infringe on your rights, so don’t infringe on ours
We will say Under God in our pledge, each and every morning
Please don’t try to stop us, we are giving you fair warning
Our Christian Constitution is not written on shifting sands
If you try to change it, you will have a battle on your hands
Do not flaunt your authority and push us to the brink
You’ll find out that our people are a lot tougher than you think
This is one nation Under God, so ring the Liberty Bell
If you don’t like the way we live, by all means, go to Hell.
Wealth Beaters
Why?
Because of the hospitals they
built?
Or the many scholarships they fund?
Is it the millions they sink, so
vaccines can be found?
Why?
The alumni funds that keep colleges afloat?
That they personally fund artists and their works?
Why?
Are we just jealous, so jealous that we thrive on
class warfare?
That makes us an unhappy lot, judging others
is no joy.
Look into your own heart.
What do you do weekly financially to help others?
Do you volunteer at all?
Or sit an home, doing a daily judgement call?
Why?
Have you built a corporation that employs thousands?
Do you volunteer in rough areas to help others?
Money or lack thereof is no way to judge our fellow man.
Best we look into our own mirrors and ask:
"Am I doing all that I can?"
That old saying so very true." Judge not, lest you be
judged also."
To a compassionate world!
May 10, 2020
10:30am PST
Was going to look for my missing watch
But just couldn't find the time
Simply no telling where my mind is going
This very strange mind of mine
Here's an ultimate groaner, my friends
I used to be a good tap dancer
But then one sad day I fell in the sink
Asked how I was, couldn't answer
D'ya hear about the crime that happened
In a downtown parking garage?
It was so damn wrong on so many levels
Heard it was a case of sabotage
With the scary approach of the apocalypse
Armageddon out of here
That's silly, whoever's coming up with these
Is more than just a little bit weird
A man had a difficult time bouncing back
From a serious bungee cord accident
Been to the dentist and I know the drill
Tells me toothaches you can prevent
Reading a great book about anti-gravity
Find it almost impossible to put down
It's floating around the living room all day
One time it bonked me on my crown
Dead batteries are sometimes given away
Free of charge I've heard
Think someones's trying to brighten my day
Now that is downright absurd
I still recall those two large probing eyes
Framed on somewhat lean-looking oval face
That had failed to get fair feedback from me,
Me, a shy guy in matters feminine
In a temple of reading stacked with tomes.
Her eyes perhaps pretended whilst to read
In a sea of students and engrossed heads,
One head, mine, lost in quandary’s tight spot.
A serious face that looked nigh blank, maybe,
I first thought. She seemed to have seen a few
More moons than me, or so it looked to me,
Perhaps girls look wiser, goes grandma’s view,
Or it was no more than my fecund mind,
But a stone sure was cast in still water
That set a series of ripples behind,
And my head was in fluctuating jitter.
If thinking eyes had happened to hail me,
It must be taken just as random glance,
My meandering mind’s fertile fancy,
Or destiny's poorly choreographed dance,
Upon an idling mind’s lonely shore
Just when a pearl-laden boat landed there,
Or just strayed there—an act of aimless oar,
That appeared to my heart nigh unfair.
Perhaps she came to my shore at wrong time
Amidst flurry of chores the year when ends,
And hurried glances were all we could steal,
Or Destiny's hand meant, we just were friends,
Yet, friendship never got to sink enough,
God alone knows, moments melted alive,
My defeated spirit fair witness was,
The hour of reckoning did when arrive.
Perhaps a false hope was still hanging on
Tenuous threads nigh weakened and slender,
And I began to think of a right way
And wrong, as I delved on it to ponder.
I wondered if it was heart's fluttering,
Or of mind that caused almost a ship-wrack
Upon our life's very first hopeful shore,
And hoped happy moments might still come back.
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Continued, Part II
Musings | 02.08.2011 | memories
the world order became so chaotic
way after ape already evolved to a man
it’s nonsense, if you call this an evolution
the ape shouldn’t step on the earth and stand upright
the sun is a whirlpool of blaze overflowing lava
the black hole is a tundra snowstorm formation, the torrent of a glacier
that’s the difference between comedy and tragedy
is one thin sheet of paper, life and death is on the same path
don’t be hasty, when spring comes, the flowers bloom
there’s no need to force the flowers to bloom before their time
men's desire is to see the flowers in any season
perhaps, that’s why every flower
has a different shape and fall, regardless, in season
the way of men’s life
rolling along in changing seasons all different,
it’s difficult to distinguish the ape from the tree
or the man the potter made with clay?
and further, it confuses me more, because
the destination is the same for all creatures
even so, there’s no need to sink into
a swamp of unsolved problem
and torment yourself;
simply look at the day
earth circles the same orbit there’s light and darkness
when the morning comes, you’ll see the sun,
when you see the sun you will live another day,
and repeat conscious or unconscious, advancing
one more day stepping on another day.
I wonder why the ape came down from the tree
and made this world complete chaos;
in the name of mankind, apes made men
ugliest creature on the earth, made them hate and harm
each other, to sustain their lives, Oh; what wicked apes!
As I trudge across the Thar desert, western India,
up and down the waves of the undulating dunes,
my inquisitive sight is focused on their shining surface.
One tiny quartz grain of sand catches my eye.
I feel the grain is ready for a dialogue with me.
So I ask : Where do you come from?
Sand grain (SG) : Far from the desert there is a rocky terrain
where tireless time weathers the rocks, produces the
sand grains, and you see me as one of them.
Me : How long are you here?
SG : I don’t remember how long, but it seems a long time
I have been slipping in what I construe as a hour glass.
Me : Your body is rotund, you can’t walk. How have you
come to where you are now?
SG : As the storm blows, I along with others have flown
in sand mist on the wings of the desert wind to settle
on the shining slopes of the dunes.
Me : On these slopes dances mystifying mirage in the company
of your reflective friends. Do you like this?
SG : No. It deceives the thirsty travelers. I have a pure crystalline
heart, I don’t dishearten them by making misleading mirage.
Me : Truly, you have a heart aglow with wisdom and sympathy.
With this kind of mental make-up you must be bored being
stuck in the desert dune.
SG : Yes. I want to roll down free, dance with the rhythm of the
dune ripples, listen to the hot music of the scorched wind,
and in moonshine waltz with the cool night’s beguiling breeze.
Me : If you’re made free, the searing squall will blow you away.
Would you like it?
SG : Yes. I’ll fly to the fervid fold of the opalescent oasis and sink
suffused with serenity in my blissful core that the rage of the
desert sun can’t burn anymore. I’ll mark a moment at the
end of time.
Me : Wish you best of luck. Thank you for the interview.