So many lives destroyed by greed.
Too many hungry mouths to feed.
The rich blame the poor for being lazy and feckless.
The poor blame the rich for being greedy and reckless.
The wealthiest hide funds in offshore accounts
The poor must work harder for meagre amounts.
People are divided so the markets may prosper.
Whilst queues at foodbanks continue to grow longer
Refugees escape from terror and wars.
Dreaming of landing on welcoming shores.
Condemned by the establishment, who don’t want them stay.
Yet happily spend all the taxes they pay.
Governments are chosen by media manipulation.
Then fight their cause with enhanced reputations.
Our press is controlled by the wealthiest few.
So, who really decides what we see in the news?
These are political issues, but many don't care.
Yet the wealth divide remains massively unfair.
Too many believe there’s no other choice.
So, stand up and be heard, coz we all have a voice.
Amidst the unsettling crowd of animals,
I still feel alone, even if you're sitting by me.
There is no cure for my loneliness.
The feeling is similar to what great poets must've felt—
that forced them to ascend from this land,
by escaping through a beautiful route called death.
It is a path with many pitfalls,
but I feel at home, drifting off into the emptiness.
It doesn't feel unlike the feeling of loss—
it comes with a sense of finality
that I have experienced before,
in some vague memory of the past.
Now, I'm floating offshore,
taking my final breath.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair,
The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud,
too painful to watch couples walking proud—
the memory of you at heartstrings tear.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair.
land
inland, cultivable
leasing, foraging, entailing
terrestrial, terra firma, oceanic, offshore
boating, ferrying, sailing
acquatic, nautical
sea
To Whom It May Concern
To the boy who took the wrong turn.
Narrow walls of past concerns,
The ropes of tight bends—
Knots, they stretch and breathe.
Too obvious, I lay in bed
With demise’s feet.
Imperfect—a shadow they cloned,
For the nature of man is less.
They kill for less, like dirt they cast offshore—
Ohh, out like the rest!
I prayed for thirst,
But chaos has made its nest.
To see the rest of self,
The lonely, my quest.
Hey, you! Yes, you who claim to know me well—
Where were you when the nights turned red?
To whom lovers dread,
A glare of an empty self,
In fear of a dreamer’s pen.
The distance in the void and self,
I search my soul for less—
For wealth in memories
I couldn't suppress.
Who am I? Yes, I—
That self that needs the yes
To save me from them.
We took a ride of pride,
Me with all my lies.
Like a knight, my fight and spark
Could stand the tide that rises.
That shows the image,
A world that shaped not brave—
A me with no you,
But guarded by the senses of view.
Could I be life’s muse?
I hope—
An image of me to you
Is the you that needed me,
But saw too few.
By P. Fualem
When gray waters of June moan…one last time
Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore--
How so many stars tremble quite sublime
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour.
Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore
I summon the fighter in me… Wake wake!
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour-
To ignite kiln of hope ‘s flame , and not quake.
I summon the fighter in me … Wake wake!
As courage prevails nudging my bruised soul…
To ignite kiln of hope’s flame , and not quake,
Entombing young brother… down in the knoll.
As courage prevails, nudging my bruised soul,
The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day
Entombing young brother… down in the knoll,
Yet God's light reigns, my angst ebbing away.
The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day...
How so many stars tremble quite sublime
Yet God's light reigns, my angst ebbing away--
When gray waters of June moan…one last time.
On the balcony of a hilltop home near Santa Barbara California, late, on a warm, clear summer night, forty years ago, looking out over the ocean, with good friends, after hours of partying, stars twinkled in the black sky, and lights twinkled on an offshore oil rig rumored to be the inspiration for The Doors song, the Crystal Ship. We all just stared, one of us saying, that's The Crystal Ship.
alone, together
vast sea and infinite skies
twinkles in our eyes
At dawn, when the sky smiles...
I bow, pray at length to seek.
If true, as God would have me;
At it, my swiftness should awake hope.
Where there seems none, my styles...
Possibly without remorse, though weak;
Cum certainty of what to be, such sea-
I swim through its boundless spell, off rope.
At noon, when the sky frown,
I race, hustle all seasons long...
If no, as fate could file my case;
Of time, my faith would halt war.
Why not give up, such stage me clown.
This won't be of tease, while still young...
Rather shall keep up, cum His grace-
Until I feel relieved; ease storm, offshore.
At night, while the sky beams...
I write, encode and decode my day;
If sure, lessons learnt propels thought.
For real, it engulf my mind's box
Through the night; many are dreams-
Of peace and war, fear and courage; gay...
Will I ever have to myself, what I sought?
Cum lot where lies mirthful stories, off clocks...
"Vision newly sprung with it’s calm, and tranquil weave of seductive fragrance and sound, flirting with heart and mind." Quote by poet
Timely appearance golden sunshine
Filtering flawless infuse of brine.
Cool, caressing breath awaken dawn
Piddle round ebbing waves, spring sun's yawn.
Upward flight gulls dance in eager crowds
Handouts underneath thin wispy clouds.
Turquoise offshore breakdown short proem
Wind's odyssey bends and churns sea foam.
Breadth and depth water life beneath brief
Womb ever pregnant and coral reef.
April decorates emerald Nature
with an unexpected snowy festivity
that resembles a season so wintry;
will the warm snow drift offshore?
it's a big thrill at the start of this awaited spring,
will it kill all the little buds that are a living thing?
Will the spotted-winged thrushes delude the bridegroom?
Who's more afraid than him to feel an improvised doom?
Not everybody thinks that a snowy festivity
can surprise and allude to the winter's beauty
already forgotten by the worries of the day;
they wish is to see light, not a sky so grey!
And to their utter discontent, stormy clouds gather,
then a roaring thunder explodes above their heads...
bringing showers to wash the distress off their faces:
they understand that hopelessness is useless fear!
with bitter winds of sand and spray
and flecks of rain against my face
how different this land looks today
a drenched, vast, unforgiving place.
as turbines veiled in mist offshore
first fade then vanish out at sea
the sun, it seems, shines here no more
with frosted air surrounding me.
yet how could light forever shine
upon a beach, its sea and crowds
when storms have always over time
obscured the sun behind the clouds?
such weathered moments on the land
can help cast magic with cold seas
- one day this broken glass and sand
may form warm, precious memories.
Avalanching in this benighted place.
Hollow noise like the roar of an angry bull.
Emotionally desolate, importune of answers.
Feeling castigated, in bleak. Veer not from me oh dear God.
Embedded in avalanche.
I bellow for luminosity.
Seeking comfort in coldness
Heart shattered, sighs echoing. Forgive me for my sins oh dear God.
Broached in a new world of wretchedness I never knew existed.
My visage turning into the seven seas.
Far offshore
As I ebb away with the tides. I fix my eyes onto you oh dear God.
A silent prayer,
Cloak my tribulations.
Let there be oblivion.
And this gloom a phase. Make me whole again oh dear God.
Gestation period
A grotesque routine
Queasiness
Excruciating. Give me strength oh dear God.
Avalanching in this benighted place.
Feeling castigated, in bleak.
Importune of answers.
Why me? Hear my cry oh dear God.
Massing waves drummed offshore
Above them a partnered wind blew
Together they prepared to war
Against what I once knew
The dark and cold green vastness
Carried forward my waterloo
Upon the rocks it did press
Against what I once knew
Then a gray shadowed the land
Coloring my thought of you
And as the waves broke across the sand
They removed all I once knew
If time stops for a tick,
The waves hold breath offshore,
My life boat lost in sea,
Finds fate in destiny,
Time ticking, echoes, me.
If time stops for a tick,
My heart shares love above,
The Romance in you & me,
Eternal bond, love's rule,
Time ticking, souls joined, we.
If time stops for a tick,
I'll stand like a mountain,
Avalanches come and go,
Trees stand tall, hardy, so,
Time ticking, spirit shows.
If time stops for a tick,
I reflect on my past,
The failures in my life,
Might turn into success,
Time ticking, same old life.
Alone in time, they say one must survive
Flocks of misery must be kept offshore
Even if it presents itself as the goddess of a water
A ruthless gaze is enough to lure a man toward being outscored
A grant memoir as one perceives
A contrast between realities
As one falls again for your charm
A group of fanboys might be in pursuit
A gold medal for those who land a rich husband
And none for those who speak the truth
I can be harsh at times they say
Safe to say my devil never lets me go astray.
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