Long Sorrows Poems
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I shall not wait for a better tomorrow
for today, right here, right now, I shall Vanquish lifes Sorrows
for what is Life, passing and going to no Avail
when I have conquered this moment like Ishmael,
never Submit to a False Promise
only to Wisdom and Knowledge I shall pay Homage,
never kneel in Submission for you might miss the Coming of the Dawn
for I have entered the Gates of Heaven with Holy Apocryphons,
narrow is Thy Way, true, but possible Indeed
when you have planted in these tainted soils the Abrahamic Seeds,
Golden are the Virtues that Gleam Aloft
that descend in Swiftness like a Gilded Hawk,
I shall not Conform; I shall Alchemize and Transform
I shall Prevail down High Roads not High Hopes,
I shall make days Illumined like Eyes of a Child
I shall Run Free, I shall Run Untamed, I shall Run Wild
I shall not Travail in Providence
for the Province within is, Yes, Indeed Sovereign
for the Great Coming of a New Frontier has arrived, Alas
for the Sun, the Moon, the Stars have shined through the Ash
I shall live for today for the Kingdom of God is claimed within
where there is no Scourge, no Lash, no Djinn
and I have earned Thy Wings, I Sovereign and Untouched
and Soar in this New Age, In Light, leaving behind the Dusk
Sign of new tomorrows?
The old ones may just say.
Agony, pain, sore sorrows!
Doubt, dread and dismay!
Wilted flower, came the rain?
Death, ye did disdain!
Thunderbolts across the main!
Blighted by the bane!
Soar above us, carrion crow!
Dappled light, thy roe...
Weathervane, point well to woe?
Reap just what ye sew.
Thus in springtime, new and strong.
Elders, ye belong?
O for heroes without song!
Sin's light, scuppernong...
Aim for hearts, O Cupid?
Well, sir, that's just my job.
Prisoner, enjoy thy bid!
Burglar, time to rob!
Rabid fire in darkness burn!
Hail, O sacred sight!
Tamarind a-taciturn!
Poison, photon, plight!
Jewel whom the hard sun off shone;
Surface yours: as bone?
O volcano, seen thy cone?
Debtor, care to loan?
Flickering the flame in fall?
Yes, and here is why:
Funeral, cast well thy pall!
Treacherous to try!
Gold long by prospectors sought;
Sparks of life were wrought?
Deadly venom, often bought?
Foreign wars a-fought!
Cold the coals of chaos!
Forever smolder bright!
Dancing stars of fine-flung gloss!
Reign eternal, Night!
A dying woman's suicide note.
While writing,
I am trying to find a reason to live.
Amidst this chaos of heartbreaks,
A coward have I become!
I have forgotten how sweet
The bell of hope rings;
When the finger of God has already
Inscribed 'DOOM' on the walls of my life.
That garden of life which used to blossom;
The roses changed to thorns and
The stars we used to gaze at, sky high;
Have turned into stones.
Maybe I became insensitive to pain,
I do not remember how it feels to bleed;
But I can feel life bleeding out of me,
This blood—the only sign that I lived!
I lived dining on antidepressants because
My pain could not possibly be remedied
By the contents found in a first aid kit.
I loved!
I loved you more than life
Because you were a mother's prayer
For a father's protection being answered;
I dreamt!
I dreamt you would be my reason:
My reason to live on
In the face of tragedy;
I believed!
I believed pain would come and go,
Like the night turns into day—seasons.
If only I lasted longer;
But so would the pain—IF!...
I became a piece of TNT lit on both ends,
And blowing up was eventual.
I can feel that flame of life dying
And the gates of hell calling!
Calling. Calling. Calling.
The grim reaper knocks at my door,
Ready to collect my soul—
I called him.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My savior, my salvation?!
The world would be better without me,
What of you my child?
Remember. Remember. Remember.
I gave you life,
And for you I will lose mine
But not because of you.
Live on?
I would say,
But I still want to be a good mother. Yes!
Even in death!
My baby, my joy.
For you I will live
But the blood on this paper
Tells me my hour has come.
Happy to be going,
But sad to be leaving you behind am I.
Darkness is blackening my sky,
A deep sleep imminent—death!
I can already see a vision of me.
I am looking down from a place above
For my sorrows are compensated;
Death loves the troubled!
Death whispers in my ear,
His words sound like a soft crescendo
Of a comforting lullaby.
His song is my farewell...
Written in blood,
Every letter red.
At the very least,
I died smiling!...
He flipped the delicate Lotus Flower from one palm into the other
Wondering about a world of meaning for petals in transitory circles
Painted a moon and sun giving birth to all life and death just the same
One hand cannot clap on its own and he firmly gave thanks to nature
A long war had left him intact and the red petals painted over blood
He preferred the Buddha’s gentle plants over grave yard poppies
Although even a soldiers’ grief erodes over spaces of impermanence
When autumn fell upon prayer and crimson hope of togetherness
He dried his sorrows and awaited the wind to blow away sad tears
Settled in memories of harvest and lit a lantern made from parchment
As seeds succumbed to hibernation he tightened his ruby loin cloth
For it was winter and a snow storm loomed behind magical mountains
Clouds gathered at the edge of a hillside where he sought shelter and peace
Safe in a cradle of comfort and finite belonging he tasted the new season
And held the picturesque flower in his mind to weather its benevolent change
29th October 2019
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Open windows of my soul gliding in the knowledge
of my yesterdays
Here I am breaking down the gates, of all my defenses
it is now that my life commences
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
my sane....
Down valleys and lakes and rivers I journey
no way to know which way to go
Walking through alleys of my tomorrows
I leave behind all my happiness and sorrows.
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
my flame...
Open windows of my soul, gliding in places
where I've never been before ...
Here I am, dismantling my failures, setting sail
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
the pouring, rain !
Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.
He did more than his share of chasing women,
and locals claim he was very much the boozer,
but despite all of his vulnerabilities,
there stood a champion the purest of heart.
The good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.
Angelus was abused by his father.
Conflicts arose between the two quite often.
His father saw his son as a family disgrace,
and would not hesitate to use a whip to beat him.
"Why does my father hate me so?
Fathers should love you no matter what.
How can I give my father what he desires,
when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"
Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily,
leaving him in a very confused place to be.
"I love him! I hate him!" Angelus would cry. "I hate him for not loving me."
One evening he was drowning his sorrows.
Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.
The vixen Darla then said running her fingers through his hair,
"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.
I too never knew the love of a father and lived my life as a whore,
searching for the love of my father in the arms of strangers,
who cared less after they had used me once more.
I can only imagine the pain that you suffer.
I never knew my father and perhaps it's just as well,
because seeing you here now with your father, a father who doesn't love you,
is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.
You have two choices before you Angelus my sweet.
End your life now and free yourself from this torment
or spend forever with me and together we'll seek,
a new life of eternal enjoyment.
If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.
Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.
Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.
Let me give you my eternal kiss."
He gazed upon her and thought to himself,
"This one truly must be my salvation."
"I choose you," he said as he closed his eyes,
and so began Angelus's damnation.
She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.
All of his good, all of his soul, all disappear.
Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.
He was the vampire good and evil would fear.
His eyes were like eagle's, telescopic and sharp
reflexes came easy, time seemed to warp
a warrior in battle, his bullets caused pain
life left them swiftly those that were slain
war was his master he felt no guilt
he laughed with his buddies, all the "beer" they had spilt
but now peace was his master, the nightmares began
the war had been over, so why doesn't it end?
the mind is a mystery, it stored all the horrors
now he's strung out on dope bewailing the sorrows
he suffered no injury during the war
but drugs were more deadly, deadly by far
its hard to believe, just a short time ago
this warrior in battle, a hero you know
then I heard "taps," playing softly, a final salute
a warrior a soldier just died in his youth
Where do teardrops go, a taxing question,
Suitable for a sturdy champion;
They well in our eyes, a soft salty plea,
Then spill down our cheeks, for the world to see.
Do they fade in air, like morning mist thin,
Or gather aground, where lonely hearts spin?
Do they nourish weary roots, or flowers
Or drip down into the earth like showers?
Do they join rivers, that rush to the sea,
Carting sorrows far, setting spirits free
To turn to rain, that washes over pain,
A cleansing gift, to make us whole again?
Do they soar to the stellar starry sky,
Simmering bright, with memories up high,
Each shining bead, a story left untold,
A tribute to life, as precious as gold?
Do they just fade, unseen, unheard, unknown,
Absorbed by space, on pathways overgrown,
A momentary trace, a fleeting art
That marks the inner depths of every heart?
Do they reside within a hidden well,
A spring of grief, a secret we can tell,
To rise again someday, in laughter true,
Reflecting brighter suns, skies of hope blue?
Do they trace downstream, a path of sour brine,
A silent, soft sorrow, a moan divine,
Damping the ache that settles, down the soul,
Seeking inner peace to make oneself whole?
Do they cling a while, then dry and depart,
Leaving behind space for a shining heart
A gentle grace, a moment of release,
From burdens borne, that steal away our peace?
Where do teardrops go, if not in thin air~
In their silent flight, they lay our face bare,
Teaching us darkness and light, to endure,
Mend our broken parts, carve our futures pure.
Breathing silent hope through pain and its fears
Reaching past the sorrow to face the night
Learning to let go of hurt that haunts years
Lifting up one who’s down so they can fight
Life’s struggles sometimes overwhelm the plight
Show the world that hopes can be dashed by tears
Remind hearts that worries will dim the light
Breathing silent hope through pain and its fears
Loss soon will question the storm as it clears
Welcoming sunny skies that are so bright
Erasing the gray cloud who soon appears
Reaching past the sorrow to face the night
Dismal grief traps the soul who is in flight
Bringing despair as the dream disappears
Leaving sorrows that seem so filled with spite
Learning to let go of hurt that haunts years
Laughter becomes silent among these peers
Relief from troubles is full of insight
Yet no one can seem to ease hurt with cheers
Lifting up one who’s down so they can fight
Yearnings for comfort come out as I write
The pain rains down like they are real pairs
To shadow spirits with dread full of fright
When will I find the grace of God who cares
Breathing silent hope through pain….
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March 4, 2021
Shallow strands; slumber's token
Veiled words subconsciously spoken
Dark window to inner being broken
Pent-up desires from entomed depths awoken
New pathways from psyche's cluttered road pared
Surrealistic vistas sculpted, with well-worn peaks paired
Imaginative streams by conscious's reservoir snared
Nightmares flood overloaded circuits, subliminal fears bared
Fantasies flow through refurbished conduits, delightful impulses shared
Time's burdensome mantra refused
Spatial limitations are excused
Yesterday's sorrows, actions with today's sense of urgency infused
Today's sentiments, yesterday's deeds are synchronically fused
Tomorrow's presentiments are tethered to present cares then defused