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Shiny Lies & Silent Cries
Days under burden, souls on a roll,
Pfft... shiny silver armour the police on patrol.
But what are they saving, when the poor see no shore?
Hoho, darling, the past was grand… now it's just a bore.
Wanna be happy, wanna be sad,
But look at the state of humanity it's gone mad.
Cleansing, crying, whispering alone,
Begging for peace while success turns to stone.
You held me tight, gripped my hand
Inside my mind, it’s hard to stand.
Thoughts and emotions, a ray in motion,
Moon on your head, but where’s the ocean?
It’s dry and dead, the fish can’t swim
The sea’s just a trash bin, filled to the brim.
Soft songs can’t reach our ears,
Because loudspeakers shout our fears.
Dancing in lust, a heavy flight,
Is this chaos really humanity’s light?
No shining armour just pants and bikinis,
Funny, once beggars dressed with more dignity.
The world is vast, but hearts feel thin
This is your sun, dimmed from within.
Do you know when to stop, when to flare?
Is betrayal what you’ve chosen to wear?
They bled for our freedom, stood tall in war
Now we sit idle, letting it rot to the core.
Hearts filled with lust, chasing the gold,
Preying on the weak, growing cold.
Wanna see light? Then take flight
Don't fear the traps in darkest night.
Those trails, though harsh, are God's design,
To remind us all of the divine.
I seek one thing peace in freedom’s name,
Whatever life I choose, I won’t play that game.
No more suffocation, no more fear,
Not for love, nor dreams unclear.
We're all chasing goals, lost in the race
Money, marriage, success… a faceless chase.
But what's the stake? We’ve lost the plot,
Forgotten the soul in all we've sought.
Answers are many, but truth is rare
Life is bull unless you dare
To choose your peace over hollow desire,
To rise above, to not expire.
I want to fall in love beautifully,
Drive through life and live luxuriously.
But what does my heart truly crave?
Will I sell my soul, to be someone’s slave
Akaryu
Dear Parents,
We know that you love us a lot,
But sometimes, all a child need is
A little understanding from your side.
Dear Parents,
Love should not feel like an obligation,
Like something we have to repay by being perfect.
We never want you to stay in pain for us.
We never want us to be the reason you swallowed your sorrows.
But every time you remind us,
It feels like a debt we can never clear.
Dear Parents,
When you fight, the walls tremble,
And so do the child within us,
The one who still hopes for a home
That feels like comfort, not a war field.
We do not want to pick sides,
We just want peace.
Dear Parents,
You tell the world we are great,
But have you ever asked if we want to be?
The weight of your pride suffocates us,
Turns our achievements into burdens.
You say you sacrificed everything for us,
But did you ever wonder
What it feels like to grow up watching love crumble?
Dear Parents,
We are not ungrateful,
But we are tired.
Tired of being the glue,
Tired of being the reason,
Tired of being seen, yet unseen.
Dear Parents,
We are your children,
And we love you a lot,
But we are also our own people.
And all we ask
Is to be allowed to breathe.
"Futile Fragments" ( A collaboration~ Linda-Marie P.S. sweetheart )
by~ LINDA MARIE *p.s. SWEETHEART
shattered to inner core emotions reside in vogue
as tattered tapestry etches death to vibrant vase
egotistical desires ejected common sense to rogue
fine ... adieu ... departure in the misty vague haze ...
fragmented fragile pieces exploded with destruction
simulation created to ebony volcanic ash
love vacated unceremoniously scans of interruption
emotions sustain tremors of immature backlash ...
enchanting charms reflecting the pain of sheer intense
to resurrect romance is a haunting dream of death
provoking passions escalate chaos ... havoc ... suspense
suffocation dwelling to captivate life's bated breath ...
bittersweet faded memories succumb to shadowed jest ...
by~ POET D:
Moshing fragments overlooked, a darker dance limitless
conventional Gothic hearings..... praising the sewer that runs
analysis running ticking with the passion of an atomic bomb
the perceived exotic unity of this frightens world~ shadow dust
lashing out tropical grasses and utilities . . . tampering every hell
Burning paper that represents hostile . . . black ashes
results of a detailed creature mourning the abyss
examination of falsification~ fragments that crawl in our inner walls
A poisonous micro-fragment is presented approaching
objective with the exploration of breakage . . . virus. . . patterns
meaning destroying every awakening stage in this bio world *via~ wide
Deep identification losing all Revelations,
Laughing fading away with the criteria formed
must we ~ need us~ crawling in my inner walls. . .
use me ~ need me~ feed me~ critically re-evaluate me . . .
A Collaboration with * Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup RIP
~A Poet Destroyer COLLABORATION~
naked and shining bright behind the curtain of a shrouded sky
a glow worm bears the lonely torch of my sorrowed fading soul
sometimes it slides down upon a comet to reach foundations in
the catacombs of a heart suppressed by anger fear and darkness
trips the fuse of new beginnings and arrests the thief of luminance
when it reflects on the sliding scale of downfall and reflections
there comes to light a firmament of hope and obscured aspirations
refuses to relinquish glimmers of a sparkling rollercoaster ride
and tells me that there is a stellar constellation with my name on it
conveys the message that one radiant flicker is more than enough
deep in the confines of a baseless basement of dusty mouldy gloom
it speaks a quiet tune of resilience in the face of stark obfuscation
purses its lips in a speech bubble that only I myself can penetrate
and radiates through suffocation blindness fatigue and lost resolve
until I comprehend that step by step I’ll reach the canopy once more
08th November 2020
August 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 48-50
Key Verse – Jeremiah 48:31 Behold, I am against thee, O thou most proud, saith the Lord GOD of hosts: for thy day is come, the time that I will visit thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PRIDE CONFOUNDER
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who keeps me in Your protection
Thank You for saving me against transgressions’ corruption
As well as from wicked curses and deceit-causing dysfunction
For me to overcome iniquity’s affliction.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who props me through Your grace
Thank You for freeing me against suffocation of selfishness’ embrace
As well as from shameful imprisonment brought by fleshly race
For me to stay in Your perfectly designed plan, devoid of faulty trace.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who sanctifies me by Your righteousness
Thank You for guarding me against wallowing in derision’s filthiness
As well as from fatal blow of arrogance and loftiness
For me to repent, confessing to You my haughtiness.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who fences me around Your security
Thank You for driving me against running after vanity
As well as from humanistic counsel and intellectual fallibility
For me to seek always Your wisdom’s authority.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who preserves me in Your care
Thank You for shielding me against adversary’s persecuting stare
As well as from despicable foes and discouraging despair
For me to conquer fear while Your Gospel I share.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who forgives me along Your holiness-might
Thank You for purging me against devouring sin-blight
As well as from fruitlessness and dryness of carnality’s struggling plight
For me to humble myself before, instructed by Your truth-light.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who seals me with Your love’s settlement
Thank You for upholding me against oppressions of worldly allurement
As well as from tormenting anguish and vexation of sheer self-fulfillment
For me to serve You along faith’s empowerment.
August 1, 2023
the rusty tap captures this scene,
the brown murky residue bulging in saturation.
the emerald coloured Victorian paint peeling like an rotten corpse,
leaving the imagination in an bewildering photographic shock.
Tiny puddles are scattered like rabbit holes,
they gently ripple with each drop of rain that falls from it's dilapidated exterior
Skeletons of iron-cast machinery, lay as artefacts of hazardous condemnation.
This hollow lung, laid dormant yet still breathing, desperately
in need of repairing or deleting.
The vegetation entwined itself within the rusted iron beams in a subtle suffocation, programmed in a arrogant nature.
The wind rattles through this building as those currents embrace this peculiar structural arrangement, dancing around this monument of time, this museum of solemn captivation.
The lonely ominous building sits in an bold servitude to a dead era,
and seldom seen it quietly assumes it's place
I can’t tell you how it all started,
That night when manic moon
Probed and punctured the pall.
I awoke hurtling through space,
Somewhere between ideation and shellshock,
Somewhere between vertigo and inchoate phrases.
I remember redundant circularity,
Premises tumbled into conclusions,
collapsing onto premises,
A colliding kaleidoscope of real and demonic terrors.
I pieced together feeble fragments of form,
careening, cringing, crying out muted,
screaming out silently in suffocation.
For decades or a day, I was unable to say.
Faces swirled by, studying me like a lab rat.
All their labels flew, but no one really knew.
Dumped at asylum’s door,
I was an indentured servant to delirium,
Where old drooling men were fed in bibs,
Where a nameless woman always danced with me,
Where another kept clicking a TV remote,
and a transgender angel spoke the sanest words.
The staff dispensed neural elixirs in Dixie Cups,
Switching most of my socks and underwear
With strangers.
Then, one random Tuesday, it all reconstructed.
Everywhere permeating petrichor,
Everything erected like Elysium, lush and dripping.
Speaking softly, I offered sensible, sentient sentences,
Words assembled the way mental doctors liked.
I walked in consistent, persistent directions,
They sent me home, my muscles still
Quaking from all the meds.
In the end, no expert dared speculate on these events,
The how or why no one really understood.
My normality now suits everyone’s comfort zone.
But to those who shun my type, beware!
Deviant delirium always languishes hidden in every heart.
Accepted for publication: The Opiate, Spring. 2024
Could you love
an old white redneck
with HIV,
inhaling too much medicine?
Could you love him
if he were able to listen
without judging,
but commiserating,
curious about nuances,
finding dark humor
transcending rumors
of ego’s timorous tumors
and climatic anthro-terrifying tremblers?
Could you love a sad house-bound poet,
with too many kids of vulnerable colors,
multiculturally married but neurodiversely separated,
haunted by recurring adoption-denied nightmares?
Abandonment
allows suffocation,
nutritional neglect,
dislocation
drowning embryonic surf,
tidal pools of loneliness
propelling salty
dark
dissonant compassions,
emotive compost
organically fueling preoccupations
toward resurfacing light.
Could you love him
if he could know what you feel,
and guess why
and wonder how,
and hope when,
and care where
we might want to hear
and feel and dance and breathe
this sacred co-opera again?
Could you love erotic simplicity
if delivered with truer exotic festivity?
Could you love integrity,
us becoming right synergy
here
and now?
Could we sacred love
exchanging secularized anger management
for musing compassion's
proactive
interactive
interdependent
inter-reconnecting
inter-re-ligious EarthTribe opportunities?
Could you love
these neurodiverse
neuro-sexsensory ones
you are already miraculously singing
and dancing within
without?
Absence of a Sibling
I always imagined you’d call me
Want to spend time, Sunday dinner
All meet up for a birthday, Christmas
Just thought you’d pop in, child in arms
Imagined all of us on a rowdy sofa
Shaking with laughter, cries of joy
Sometimes tears on a shoulder, pats
On the back, celebrate the good times
But then I changed all that
Made a moment for me, selfish?
Stopped the suffocation, took a breath
Looked over the parapet, chanced
When the deep understanding formed
Realised no matter what, you’d never call
I was wasting away a loveless life.
Now and again, we pretend, nod and chuckle
Forget the past and the absence.
Avoid the truth, pretext a happy family
But we’ll never have Sunday dinner
With a Christmas cake or Easter bunny
Be honest, will we?
David Cox 07/10/22
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you back
I really wish I could
With all my heart and soul
I wish I could inflict pain
Searing....scathing...ascorbic pain
I wish I could force you to taste
The salt of the tears
Not a lick
Gulp them down
So many....
Drink down the tears
I cry in my pillow
I wish you could feel
The wracking of my sobs
I wish you could travel
Down the corridors
Of my tortured mind
I wish you could feel the slow
Suffocation of a soul
Desolate and alone
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
Make you feel
What nonentity feels like
Transparency
A voice screaming
yet unheard
Above inner demon voices
Which screech and laugh
YOU'RE NOT LOVED
You gave your all
YOUR ALL
You have nothing left to give
and it wasn't enough
You are NOTHING
NOTHING AT ALL
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish it would be ok
To hunt you down
To slap you around
To make you feel PAIN
To drive YOU insane
To take back what I gave
To forget your name
Ahhhhh....your name
It used to make me tingle
Now it brings me shame
You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish I wish I wish
I could make you pay
For taking away
The best part of me
My sense of beauty
You hurt me
Damn you
Damn you to hell
For I know
I have no power
To ever hurt you
For only love
Can bring pain
You hurt me
I hope she hurts you too!
Eileen Manassian Ghali