Why are we here?
There is an aching craving
deep gnawing within heart and mind
pondering how and what life is,
the conundrum of how it all came to be
and the eternal question
of why.
This is the inner hunger
wretching in the gut
tugging at the heartstrings and its beat
tearing voracious at the spirit and soul
with prayer and deepest thought, whinge
of why.
These are the languid askings,
wanderings, pinings in dark soulless nights
encompassing the yearning need and want
the have to be of the unseen and unknown
longing covetous desires for cause and proof
of why.
This is the puzzlement unanswered
lingering doubt in mysteries of existence
be you a believer or not, we are
hungering for the enigmas of life
all the hows and wheres and whens
of why.
Categories:
pinings, angst, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
As close as autumn is to mountain-side,
as close as cold is to snow,
as close as sun is to summer,
as close as storm is to clouds,
as close as thunder is to lightening,
as close as rivers are to sea,
as close as roses are to thorns,
as close as stars are to skies,
as close as moon is to gazes,
as close as evening wind is to whispers,
as close as nightingale is to shadows,
as close as bangles are to wrists,
as close as veils are to maidens,
as close as **** are to silken drapes,
as close as pinings are to naked eyes,
as close as trembling is to touches,
as close as moanings are to thrashing limbs;
........be that close to me.
Categories:
pinings, loveautumn,
Form: Free verse
As close as autumn is to mountain-side,
as close as cold is to snow,
as cold as sun is to summer,
as close as storm is to clouds,
as close as thunder is to lightening,
as close as rivers are to sea,
as close as roses are to thorns,
as close as stars are to skies,
as close as moon is to gazes,
as close as evening wind is to whispers,
as close as nightingale is to shadows,
as close as bangles are to wrists,
as close as veils are to maidens,
as close as **** are to silken drapes,
as close as pinings are to naked eyes,
as close as trembling is to touches,
as close as moanings are to thrashing limbs;
........be that close to me.
Categories:
pinings, loveautumn,
Form: Free verse
Alas there i am
big fpur oh harriet
i see no master plan
father
who are you today
mother was
a mistress
a doctor now a maid
you said the children were putting apples in the lemonaide stand
and you sia why not limes like cats
and thats when it beagan
the trump of the taking of power
Broken mirror
scattred cards on the wall
of mindcrafted clandestine secrecy of knowledge
study me closely
read the books and step into the shrine
Broken mirror
i will saty here
until the end of time
re readin re writing
studying until my return to figure out
what it was that i did wrong
broken mirror
we love you
soo much and more
broken mirror
you think you found me but really im not here
nor there
subconcious snivellings whinings pinings cryongs
doubtings of the literate soul
Broken mirror
broken mirror
since the beginning of the language of the souls
of echoes
and the one who could hear
who echoed back
broken mirror
broken mirror
i know i am not alone
broken mirror
broken mirror
m I to ares or ess
Categories:
pinings, depression, history, loss, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I want to go somewhere
With no-one else around,
So there'd be no opportunity
For them to let me down.
Sometimes I want to be someone
Who's tough and extroverted,
So if I found myself alone
I'd never feel deserted.
Sometimes I want to dive into
A sea of silver linings,
With no trace of clouds or troubles,
Heartbreak or lovesick pinings,
Then my spirits would be high and light,
So I could never drown,
And I'd be too free and peaceful
To trade my smile for a frown.
But 'til then, on land I will remain,
Helpless to take in every blow,
But someday, when I'm someone new,
To somewhere far below I'll go.
Categories:
pinings, angst, depression, life, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
My deepest inner pinings thrown away.
You didn't care about them.
You said mean words that made me cry.
While you stood there and laughed like you just made a funny joke.
I couldn't see what you found so funny.
I am unloved and alone, less cared about than before.
Horrible migraines pound my head relentlessly.
The stress and pressure squeeze in from all sides.
Emotional knives thrown like daggers to my chest.
Trying to pierce the wall of solid ice clamped around my heart.
Icy fingertips that massage the pulse.
Forcing life into a freezing organ, unwilling to work on it’s own.
Blind to the lights, something doesn’t feel right.
My cries for help go unnoticed, get carried away by the fright.
Hidden from the night, I'm scared of the dark.
Shocked by new revelations.
Sadly, I am comforted by an old, familiar pain.
Dull now, after to many years of torment.
Take it away and I would only be a shell, lost in the cold.
Alone in my nightmare, I can almost forgot, it isn't a nightmare,
Just my life…
Categories:
pinings, angst, confusion, introspection, loss,
Form: Free verse