Plaguing Poems

The Edge Of Tomorrow

Hiding behind
each veil of deception
 a reckoning awaits

Looming above
the sea of destruction
a fugitive of fate

Grasping for breath
on the edge of tomorrow
the future air most thin

Plaguing the weak
adrift in their sorrow
— the DNA of sin

(The New Room: January, 2025)

Paying the Price of Someone Else’s Sins’

{“There are junctures where you pay the price of someone else’s Sins, through heredity, through kin, sometimes even through friends you once thought were your ultimatum, the very ones that you believe in. Sometimes, more than yourself.
The end you come to will be that of blaming yourself on assets that don’t even concern you, or revolve around you. Acceptance means coming to a conclusion, from the deep depths of your own being. Which is already difficult as it is for your soul to confine and or even to consider- that not everything can be your fault.
So, beaut muse.
It’s out of your hands, don’t cry your heart out, nobody will hear, and nobody will discern. It is not worth it, because
It’s not even your fault.
And I would ask you why you are plaguing yourself in such situations as I have done before.
And I know you won’t even be able to nourish a response right away, all because your sentiments are too high, and they endlessly torture you.”}

INKWELL OF TRUTH

Wisdom penned on parchment white,  
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,  
Quenches a voracious appetite,  
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.

Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,  
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,  
A healer extending a helping hand,  
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.

Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,  
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,  
Ignition stems from diversity,  
The more the merrier, they sustain.

Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,  
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,  
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,  
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.

Mania plaguing masses vast,  
Knowledge bound in covers tight,  
Literacy curbing poverty at last,  
A golden treasure in sight.

Minichu's Dilemma

restless thoughts drain my mind
to stay or leave, a choice plaguing  dead of night
fate...unkind 

one dream on hold 
while hours invade without delight--
I'm cold 

coins tossed
nothing goes right--
lost!

restless thoughts drain my mind
while hours invade without delight
lost!

Confidence

Far from shy;
               w  a  l  k  s ten feet tall,
divorced
               from plaguing doubts
and anxiety.
               Steadfastly 
b  e  l  i  e  v  e  s 
               in himself,
and boy,
               does it show!
It's powdered
               all over his face;
there's a pep in his step.
               He...
exudes confidence!

Monsters

Monsters?
What are monsters?
Are they the things that lurk in the darkest places where you can barely see them?
Or monsters?
The ones that walk among us taking form as people we may or may not be familiar with?
Do you wanna know who the true monsters are?
Our very own thoughts that gnaw at us like a predator to its prey.
Heightening our darkest fears and biggest insecurities.
Making us feel less than what we're actually worth,
The thoughts that strip away our identity as we strive for what's considered "normal".
The same thoughts that heighten our fear and paranoia of what the world considers "monsters",
So much that we don't even realize that our mind is the deadliest monster of them all.
And by the time we've realized it's far too late, for the monster has consumed us
Plaguing our every thought and action.
Now we're no longer scared of the monsters around us but instead of the monster within.

Faul is as faul does

I crave the creativity of imagination
Conceiving an idea that excites the idle soul
To toil it for value and purpose
As Aristotle intended it to be.
But waiting for the time to do 
Limits the glory of accomplishment
As the idea rots in an imagined grime.
But to strike beyond this negligence of my apparent talent
Could my purpose come to fruition
And creativeness oozes its milk and honey.
Let me seek the sage in my troubled soul
To defeat the self-inflicting inquisitor  
Plaguing the catalyst of my destiny to prosper.

Labyrinth

A long night without sleep,
Dreams lay waste to silence,
Scenes empty, moments lonely,
Thoughts wishful, action passive.

Shackles of redundancy,
A cycle, round and round,
A blast from the past eternal,
Plaguing every sleep.

Nights are not for work,
But the 'mares of fears,
Haunted by the stagnation,
Of old past, strong and near.

Hidden talents, pouring hopes,
Promises of good times,
Even when they come,
Good times don’t last.

Sleepless

4:00 in the A.M.
Useless to go to bed
I have too many things
Going through my head
Piled up like a train wreck
My mind won't let me rest
Although my body is fatigued
And my sanity is stressed
I'm hard-pressed to find the reason
The method for my madness
This sadness is plaguing me
Driving me to my destiny
Easy enough
For me to just give up
Just to lay down and be run over
Because I have had enough
But you know I'm not that way
Because I need the pain
I feed off the pain
I live for the pain
I will die from the pain
Without it I could never be the same
I bring grief to my family
They don't know how to handle me
A loner I shall always be
As foreseen in my prophecy
Relationships won't have me
There's too much weight to carry
They all start to blissfully
But always end in tragedy
So take the chance and bet on me
51/50 the deck is stacked against me

The Stolen Beauty of Winter

Where are the pure white fields of moonlit snow?
Where did the green fir trees holding crystal white mounds go?
Where are the perfect snowflakes that wisp slowly downward?
What I see now in front of me can only be called absurd

All I see is brown and gray slush, plaguing my entire sight
For this winter I dream I would surely give my best of best of fights
This stolen winter by the machines of these present modern times
How I wish them to disappear at the drop of a single dime

Green

“I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone.” – Dimitri Zaik


I was born an introvert, 
misplaced in an extroverted garden.
Mother's cocoon,
which once kept me safe and warm,
now left me exposed to 
green-eyed predators,
who stole my fluorescent fragility.

Is it any wonder that in adolescence,
my heart resembles red glass, 
which can shatter at the slightest betrayal,
bleeding in crushing, harlequin drops.

In between the silence of heartbeats,
there was a demonic darkness,
plaguing the scent of my honeysuckle aura—
making me feel an imperfection of ugliness.

Until a vision of a celestial silhouette,
appeared in evergreen ethereal tones.
His smile glistened like tender 
pearls of white, seducing 
my senses speechless.
I am like a drop of rain upon 
his petals of orchid glory.

I know there will be monsoon seasons,
erratic elements harassing my presence,
among his poetic prestige, 
yet, I yearn to be
the one,
who is forever enthroned by 
his emerald eminence.

If This Was the Last Goodbye

Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last

___________________


| If this was the last_goodbye |

But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.

Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.

Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws

Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,  
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.

Tranquility Tonight

God tells me not to worry and to place my trust in him,
though my faith is strong as oak or steel,
sometimes I'm weak within.  

I'm told he has a plan for me that only I can know,
but waiting for his answered prayer
is like waiting for grass to grow. 

Here I am, Lord, down on hands and knees,
asking you to lift these burdens,
plaguing me. 

Although it seems like you're a dream I can never quite discern,
my mind and soul help me uphold,
it's you, for whom I yearn.

As a runner for the finish line and a pilot towards a beacon,
to land his plane on safe terrain,
and birds return each season. 

Though lost, alone and sojourning in this land we don't belong,
I keep my eyes upon the prize, 
of that home for which we long.

Each step I take and stumble, like a child's first cradle crawl,
I lift and stretch and try to catch,
your smiling face before I fall.

With faith much like a mustard seed, growing in your Light,
I only ask, please let me bask,
in tranquility tonight.

The Daytime Moon

In my restive mind keen time raced in spree,
me in the wasteland of life I could see
as fallen defoliated dry tree,
you came as rain cloud gray - drifted away, didn’t stay,
mid-day sun’s sparkling ray - ushered for me new day.
I saw the daytime crescent moon shine bright,
as the orb slowly climbed up the sky’s height,
felt lunar vibes in awe-inspiring sight.
The unique astral show - helped hopeful omen glow,
good luck in life would flow - pull me up from the low.
Mind’s balance it enhanced to great degree,
out of plaguing terrain I found a way.
Image of self-reflection came to light,
perceived the awareness of life’s change grow.

The Day Has Taken You

*Dedicated to my friend Rick who passed away yesterday...12/11/22*

The day has taken you, but heaven opens the gate
No more suffering, nothing more to contemplate
Now, you are flying with angels in the sky
Just being in your faith with all the reasons why!

The day has taken you, but you are finally free
No more illness plaguing you, nothing worse to see
Free from the pain or even the evil across this land,
You’re singing with the angels my friend, I can hear the band!

My tears of reason do fall…
But for you, I will stand tall…
Because I know you’re in a much deserving better place
And you’ve found a way to be with me, even though I can’t see your face!

Your words are in my mind…
Your ways are in my heart to find…
Right here and right now, to replenish moments that are sullen,
Until I find you at the end of my path, left worn by teardrops fallen...

Heidi Sands

12/12/22

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