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Yet another vestige of love lost
whetted cheeks and swollen eyes
life's cruel moments wreak havoc
within the softness of one's heart.
A heart stops beating with malice
the breath gone in a rattle and hum
final whispers and the brain quivers
dormant pulse and a bluish pallor.
The tempest roars insatiably loud
a body can be lost, never to be found
great ships disintegrate upon granite
lives are left, penned on parchment.
The Reaper stares jubilant from rocks
as a grand lighthouse loses once more.
Clothing and splintered wood float by
as rubble and rabble left on the shore.
In a stormy gale, glows a freakish orb
slapped by the tail of a golden stingray
harbinger doomed in a soulless sky
tears in the torrent beget a dark night.
And all this time, I am to think the ancient world a nevermore
Little had I realize that tranquility has found a place
The undecipherable meaning of the void left vividly to recall
Is yet once again, to haunt another beginning of phase
Perhaps from then, why the emblem doesn’t work for The Askance
Is because it has yet to be bond with a soulless spirituality
And only through this path of misfortune can it receive its essence
Can finally my role as the Knight be in ultimate tranquility
Another chapter to begin, am to encounter
I wonder how much more of this lifeline I can undertake
I fear of this to last through my lifetime forever
Of the given quest, of a destiny unfathomable to await
Is Alkaiya I’m to kill from a prophesize dream?
Is Ei-rian the befallen I’m to love once again?
Are the Gods to triumph in The Ancients within?
Is my mortal self ever more for reality to remain?
This night, I’m to remember the fear from before
The every reason for each of the every cause
And from The Askance, came words I suddenly recall
‘Fear is a fire to temper courage… and resolve’
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Ure my chemical imbalance tipping the scales
Ure the voice shouting leaving me pale
Ure the fright in the middle of a soulless night
Ure broken glass on the sidewalk
Ure cuts thru my shoes while u mock
Ure poetry in motion with nausea
Ure incurable when I wanna be done dotta
Ure an audio clip on a permanent loop
Ure the scandal rag with a crappy scoop
Ure rinse and repeat without a cleanse
Ure finite resources thru a single lens
Ure the reason for recurring work in progress
Ure my daily dose of fogginess
Ure the vacuum of perpetual thoughts
Ure the story who cannot be bought
Ure the constant double edge sword
Ure responsible for striking a chord
Ure the force I try so hard to counter with good
Ure responsible for me being misunderstood
Ure my nemesis and friend all the same
Ure the one enabling me to be creatively insane
No pills, no frills, just terrifying numbness followed by troubling relaxations
A pattern of chills trying not to succumb to this rollercoaster of varying sensations
Copyright © Christopher Delegans 2023
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
Dark atmosphere surrounds deserted home
Aeons ago filled with sound of laughter
Its soul does not linger it tends to roam
Lost and adrift, grim without its master.
Those whispering voices filled with sadness
Permeating this old desolate house
Windows-like eyes shrouded with bleak blackness
A sign erected a sale is announced.
Dismal exterior is deterrent
Cold shivers at whispers can't be denied
Soulless nature empty and abhorrent
In this place, sanity does not abide.
Deserted, abandoned empty for years
Sunshine days long gone just whispers and tears.
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Take AI’s verses
and make them yours,
fake wisdom through
generated synonyms,
stolen from
the thesaurus of thieves.
Maybe there are no pages for
inkless minds
that lack creativity,
or maybe pigments
in their ink have no stability.
Originality comes
from an authentic realm,
so why become a poetic predator,
stealing this pain,
and claiming it
as your own
testimony of healing.
Think twice when
you confuse
my silence as blindness.
I can see through
those soulless words,
that hold no
meaning nor insight.
You influence me to
question if your
quill actually
comprehends the
depths of the
metaphors I’ve woven.
Poetry is not always
defined by iambic pentameters,
nor by syllables
and insincere irony
articulated as
illusive imagery
in your fabricated foolery,
as every stanza is
how a poet perceives the world,
weaving words
into artistic confessions.
A poet’s heart is
graphically
bleeding upon
the edges of a canvas,
sketching sentiments
in shades of scarlet and sangria,
dipped in acute
amaranth acrylic.
You copy generated
text on
your virtual feed,
finding opportunities
to paraphrase someone
else’s personal prose,
yet remain ignorant to
feel their aura
from screens far away
Of all the absurdities in this our current
tumultuous mixed up times
So many of which it would take
a lifetime to mention but a few
Given that right here on this very
planet we are resident on today
There are at any given point a billion
plus living human beings in over 100
plus countries who speak a variety of
differing dialects
We choose to give our phone's with
automated prosthetic voice recognition
A human earthly name
So as to somehow humaniize them
As they boldly proclaim to be our
1 and only true friend we can take
solace in
A slippery slope highlighting a desperate
sign of our time's
Life or what it means to be human is
creeping ever so slowly into uncharted
territory
Of becoming as soulless as a computer
which break's down and makes such
emotive decisions
Into the simplest of gate algorithm
equations as
0 or 1 respectfully
Oh and bye the way before I go did I
forget to mention my phone that I am
writing this poem on I also gave and
has a name
It's erstwhile affectionately called
No-Ship-Sherlock and Watson is
the name of my 1 and only true friend
partner in crime
I know I can rely and count upon on so
long as it is fully charged I can pay the
bill and the internet doesn't crash
Otherwise I will be forced into having
long and searching internal dialogues
with I yours truly
Until hopefully Sherlock and Watson
crack this case sooner rather than later
Errors on Putins bungled invasion are beginning to show
As this obscene war progresses, his loss list will grow
He thought rolling in his tanks, it would take but a day
But the west is supporting Ukraine and will make him pay.
The Ukrainians are proud people and will fight to the end
And have sworn allegiance to their country and have vowed to defend
From all walks of life they answered, the rallying call
And unlike the murdering Russian army they stand proud and tall.
Finland and Sweden are now joining NATO after seeing Ukraine
They like all of us have seen reports, of the devastation and pain
If he invades a NATO country he'll invoke article five
And with NATOs firepower he'll be lucky to survive
He's now backed into a corner and should admit defeat
And start withdrawing his army and get them off the street
Thousands are dead because of him , their blood is on his hands
And all because the Ukrainian people didn't bow to his demands.
There are no Nazis in Ukraine only the Russian army
And that is plain as day, as all the civilised world can see
Putin is soulless and dishonorable and suffers no guilt
But one day will pay for his crimes and for Ukraine to be rebuilt.
Written on 11th May 2022
Everyday games we play
grow productive successes
and over consuming failures.
Every day and night
we try to reduce
RightWing dominant overproduction
LeftSoul underconsumption,
Gap growing devolution
of bilateral failing anti-invitation.
Every mutual distrusting day
quick fix addiction
fuels competitive co-dependency.
Every cooperative night
constrains rabid Lose to Lose competitions
spiraling monstrously inhumane growth
of toxic tumors,
rumors of mutually whispered mendacity.
Every day
amplifies chronic stress
in between successful productions
and all-consuming capitalized failure
to play this insane Win to Lose competition game.
Every day and night
life and death of ego-consciousness
wants to play Win to Win together cooperation,
but Left and Right,
like Ego and EcoEnvironment,
see SacredOther healthy wealth communion
immune from suboptimizing Win to eventually Lose.
Every night
descriptive and prescriptive WinWin performance
gradually fails to focus light,
like Full Moon dwindling down
to New Moon's absent bright.
Every day
we each try to react successfully
to satisfy responsibilities
to achieve one hundred percent
of each competitive opportunity
and thereby consume our capitalized lives
while producing no ultimate
single-minded healthy wealth
of multiculturing outcomes.
Every day and night
the harder he pushes production
the harder nature
pushes back to consume her soul.
Every day
every person
every government
every monoculture
consumes every healthy resource
belonging to Win to Win cooperativity
to every time
and every living ecotherapeutic Soul.
Every growing day
and underinvested night
we push to produce healthy success
more than loss of growth
under-skirting cooperative Win to Win
all-consuming democratic passion
to health-wealth systemic green
gaming LeftNature as RightSpirit growth.
Every day
high incarceration rates inevitably rise
while Win/Lose crime levels recede
Only if you have gospel faith
that punishing imprisonment
is not itself a soulless crime
unconsoling Win/Win's soulful nature.
Rejuvenation
She was too in love,
Until reality hit her,
She was too involved,
Until the love shattered her.
She could say a million words,
But they all were senseless,
She could sing a heartbreak song,
But that would have been soulless.
The love
intoxicated her ,
Tormented her,
murdered her
shedding tears and
pain inside she hid.
Sending signs
of chaos from within,
the line between love
and her was so thin.
all these years she was stuck in the trap of her first false love.
She was like a storm,
fiery and destructive,
She was fighting her own battle,
Out the shell of fake love
she found her first love,
True love in the mirror reflection,
Embracing the pieces of her soul,
She learnt to love herself.
As she removed the blindfold from her eyes,
Like dark sees the light,
In the journey of disproving by the true love,
She finds her first love, She finally becomes her one
TRUE LOVE.
You come into my world
a child of mine
of heart and mind creation
sweetly under my flair
following my soul
tracing my steps
growing to a tremendous wealth
encoding my particles.
Soulless, dry lands
under your sway
strike gold.
In tune with my aches
you turn wild hearing my chuckles
reposing your whole on my chest
waiting for my muse to awake.
Of my grip, now at liberty
you outgrow my rooms
claiming your fame
a world of your own
you set your very rules and truths
pearls of wisdom
you conceive collections
you portray cruelties
Love glorified
Hate on the loose
you shake minds, weaken hearts
souls drift
lose sight and shore
Pain and joy you cause
fear you strike
spells you do break
a sleeping beauty you enchant awake.
Powerful and persuasive as you are
you stir emotions to life and death
your decipherer you bewitch and hypnotise
Renowned for your feats of relief and healing
I am into your world
paradoxically under your flair
you create my world!
August 24th, 2018