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“Live your fate, which is in fact your life.” Friedrich Nietzsche
“Fate, thou may afflict my body with pain
But not inflict on my spirit your strain.” By Author
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Four times shattered by the cold hands of fate,
I often ponder on my lot to-date,
At each spell, with a major surgery
On the harsh ground of utter urgency.
To add a tasty flavour to the wine
A fall on the back bruised mid of my spine,
With no viable opted remedy
To mitigate the painful melody.
Yet, I also muse on how destiny
From definite clutches of death saved me,
Though with the aftermath of acute pains
Still lingering with stretches of sharp strains.
Oft I consider the fate of others,
With hardly someone for them to bother,
But suffering a harsher plight than I,
Yet still eking out their days witout sigh.
Does fate retribute faults of our past lives,
I wonder as harsh pains to bear I strive?
Does it carve for us a silent stepping stone,
Leading us closer to the divine zone?
Though afflicted with fate`s pain day and night
We need not lie on the bed without light,
But strive our best to tread with open eyes
Beneath the stretch of the simmering skies.
Though fate may cast an evil spell on us
We need in the sun of our life to trust,
As Fate needs to have a start and an end,
This tapestry, that destiny has penned.
The stars align, as some shrewd sages say,
To mark our course of life throughout the day,
But I wonder whether we chart our path,
Or just blindly follow fate`s whims and wrath.
Fate may have strong hands charting our stream`s source,
But we may strive to pursue our own course
And know that though the path may snake or bend,
Our spirit’s final flight is ours to tend.
Let`s hold fate as life, as guide to the shrine
Of the divine and to the godly shine,
And twinges as a blessing in disguise
That at journey`s end renders the mind wise.
Let`s consider fate`s painful condition
As leading to path of liberation
From the shackles of bodily prison
In line with rules of divine creation.
Carpal tunnel twinges
punctuate a torpid afternoon,
as row on row we line the aisles
and stare at nothing
with the guarded anonymity
of urinating men.
My thumb is on the lever,
moving almost imperceptibly,
as marbles rocket into space
and filter down
through obstacles designed
to keep the management in business.
The captive of a chain reaction
freed from craving by acceptance
of the preordained,
I decompose, am compromised,
incorporated by the convolutions
of this artificial universe.
But something breaks
the moment I let go.
The single thread
that holds the world in place is cut,
and once again I fall away
with all my individual needs exposed.
Japan, 1968
Previous version published in Outposts, England
Written: November 19, 2023
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Beyond the ethereal hues, reigns peace,
Incongruous with intrinsic ease.
Noshing desire tugs at the core fibers of my soul,
Wear tiredness bruise, frailty, and out-of-control.
The twinges of awe distort and narrow,
Dazzling me with its emerald harrow.
Crushing the sunlight rays that spread,
Oozing a cruel throb of dryness in my head.
The emptiness hosts sight and sound,
The truth is revealed by my idle ground.
Controversy seeps through my arteries,
Providing a safe haven for my mysteries.
Salt penetrates the skin's surface,
Water waves form in pools as they face.
Sharing the mind wonderful disarray,
So utterly, I'll be in anguish all day!
Life is blasted against the glass akin to sand,
Time is marked by simple, quiet steps stand.
What remains is a barely flickering light,
That is a velvety smear spackled in the sight.
Halloween.
With coffee or without.
There’s no one answering the call of energy.
That is as destructive as a bowling ball,
Unhinged.
Just being alone.
Without any coffee for days and days.
There’s no one that likes eating jack o lanterns.
Like the inside of things.
Me.
I’m a coffee, tired girl.
Who has enough Halloween twinges.
To stare at candy like a werewolf.
Gobbling it up.
Like a Halloween worm.
Just being tired.
Halloween spell, sleepy feeling…
Drastically trying to ignite my mind.
With lonely thoughts.
Went away like the edges.
The call of energy.
Destructive as something that isn’t made to be.
Reminders to my open self.
That Halloween is…
A sadness.
Without any coffee for days and days.
I ran through a pumpkin patch.
Scarecrows.
A coffee mug girl.
What remained.
She woke up on Halloween at 3:26 pm.
And the candy bowl was still waiting for her.
Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
Haze
born of
mellow flight
as hunches splay
across foamed pool morn
plop of jaspers echo
icy shriek as chalk mark toe
dips into a whirlpool eddy
to soothe stark reflections so forlorn
Those august palpitating heartbeats
etched in vivid ripple canvass
entwined that fleeting pearl drop
bead keen ink glint token
a pledge once fervent
now rose tinted
phase on brink
of times
lapsed
Weeping only lasts for a moment
Joy lasts throughout life
Pain is but a fleeting heartbeat
Laughter can color the world
In hues of music, kindness, beauty
Sorrow lives on the shadows
Of a night filled with darkness
Happiness falls across the spirit
Embracing the heart with acceptance
The soul with the tenderest blessing
In the ache of heartbreak
There is still a chance, a dance
Like fireflies twinkling on the night
Reflecting the sweetness of life
Shimmering brilliant, Summer’s delight
Twinges of fear, failure, flaws
Force the heart to tremble and doubt
But there is a silent echo of hope
On the morning filled with the Son
Who overflows His elation of love
Never let the sorrows and worries
Bring you down to the lowest of lows
Remember that love brings vibrant
Rays of pleasure, peace and praise
Of the One we know as our King
With Jesus, there is grace for today
Hope for tomorrow and light to whisper
Serenity over the heart and soul who know
Jesus is alive – He can never truly die
He lives in heaven above and inside the soul
Who knows His pure, sweet love
He is my everything!
Psalm 30:5
King James Version
5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Twinges of familiar sadness
Threaten to overpower my very being
Can I truly be unseen?
Perhaps I never wanted them to intervene
Silence is all I can give you now
As I absorb all of my thoughts
They rot in my very soul. . .
They burn me into gruel and nothingness
I feel the urge to sleep
To somehow escape the. . .depression
That is exactly what it is
I cannot escape it
I don't want to try. . .
I guess I want to be alone
Yet somehow my soul is screaming for your comfort
That you never give
I just don't want to live. . .
It can truly be unseen
Somehow I know that is what I want
But not what I expect. . .
Sad, isn't it?
Low as low can be
I never wanted these feelings
These feelings wanted me. . .
4-29-13
*not sure if this should be a rhyme or free-verse...it's a bit sporadic..*
Cardboard boxes filled on the floor,
Photos gone from nightside table,
Where we read a bedtime fable.
Twinges as I walk by her door,
Her sweet bed where she use to lay;
Sits empty yet another day.
Happiness, no crying I swore,
Accomplishments I am in awe;
Her future is a life in law.
Time has gone so fast, I want more.
That crazy smile and ponytail;
always melts my heart without fail.
Missing my daughter I adore.
So proud and knowing she’ll do well
but her absence still hurts like hell.
Cardboard boxes filled on the floor,
Twinges as I walk by her door,
Happiness, no crying I swore,
Time has gone so fast, I want more.
Missing my daughter I adore.
Written August 26, 2012
For Andrea Dietrich’s contest
“Can You Constanza”
What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back
He gave me worry; he gave me stress.
Everyone BUT me he tried to impress.
He gave me twinges of jealousy
when flirting with girls in front of me.
He gave me loneliness many a night.
When he got mean, he gave me fright.
He gave me reasons that made no sense.
He gave me hurt, but with no recompense.
I gave forgiveness when he guilty stood,
but giving is not always something good.
Neither is taking always so great.
Take what you merit. Take not a fool’s fate.
He gave me heartache; he gave me pain.
I willingly took it again and again.
Sept. 23, 2020 for The Givers Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh