I played my part, I gave my best,
Yet unlike me, you did it effortless,
No trophy to hold or prize to claim
Just empty hands and an echo of shame.
I stand beside the constant cheers for your glory, left alone in my own forlorn story.
You smiled as if it were just fate,
As if my losses were yours to take.
My injured hands bear toil and pain, while yours stay soft with effortless gain.
Yearning for first place, yet always falling at your grace,
While my resilience was forced to fade without a trace.
The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall.
It’s simple and it’s plain— so why should I complain?
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.
I only love to love you, oh my heart,
From the very start, it's been this way,
With each beat, I feel the spark,
And I know my love is here to stay.
Your smile, your touch, your gentle voice,
Are the reasons I wake up every day,
My heart sings, I have no choice,
For your love is the only way.
I only love to love you, in every way,
With each breath, I feel complete,
You are my light, my guiding ray,
My soulmate, my heart's retreat.
In this world of chaos and strife,
Your love is my only anchor and guide,
With you, I face each day of life,
For in your arms, I forever abide.
BREEZES BLOW
SNOW FALLS
RAIN DROPS
DUTY CALLS
WHISTLES BLOW
BELLS RING
HORNS HONK
BIRDS SING
KNOCKS ON DOORS
NAMES YELLED OUT
A FEW DOGS YELP
MORE KIDS POUT
THOUGH COMMOTIONS ARE CAUSED
NO MATTER IF PEOPLE STARE
I FIND MYSELF COMING BACK
(HERE [YOU] {ARE} <>
“SILENT ONE” – inspired poem
I
Musicians unite for a cause, no cause celebre
But small nursing homes not on maps, or Frail Care facilities -
Magically coaxing ancient responses and memories,
Ancient civilizations, loves village by village, bequeathing antiquities
II
Once, at a prayer meeting, in a troubled land
Four races came praying for rain, their drought’s end
To save quaint farms, healthy habits, good food, the Rand …
Oupa, Gogo, pundits under acacias, teaching a man to be a man
Yearn for Bodhi for life’s a dream,
A dark fleeting phantom, and a
Shadowy hollow illusion,
Filled with nightmares of greed and fear,
Of Love and loss and scorching
Fires of burning ire and desire,
Of hard times that haunt and linger.
All dharmas are but dew and mist,
Ready to fade when the Sun of
Inner Wisdom shines and pours forth,
Revealing the blooming lotus
And the Seven Jeweled Lagoon
Of the Land of Ultimate Bliss.
All rights released into Public Domain
pouring out my mind
putting the world on hold
all of me is empty and hollow
it feels good to not remember
i am in deep and happy like island time
resting my left hand
writing with my right hand
acting like an ambidextrous tease
it feels good to act strange for the main purpose of personal humor
i am in deep and happy like island time
sleeping on my stomach
using my latest read as a pillow
ebony seashell fantasies inspired by white snow fluorescence
it feels good to rest the body and submit to its request for obvious honesty
i am in deep and happy like island time
you tell me whatever's fair
my rebuttal to you is without flair
we bask in the lost wonder of anyway
no muscles are flexed, and it's two minutes later
staring at the moon in deep conversation
i wonder if the apex of our love is descending due to constipation
i am past iffy and am now good friends with surewhen
no grunts of benevolence, and it's two minutes later
understood are we of our normalcy
we shine up the monotony by cleaning it thoroughly
you are way past tolerance and both feet over halfway into done deal
no frolicking in in any sweet sticky puddles, and it's two minutes later
now the truth patents its methodical expressions
this is by far the most dire of all our great depressions
bags and boxes belittle once brilliantly sculptured brains
no more essential scents of inspiration and reaasurance, it's two minutes till good as gone....
Heart is racing,
Tears pour down my face
I open my eyes,
And see the blood red walls
Swarming in a pit of darkness.
I scream, no one answers
I plead, I am ignored
Oh God, what did I do?
What did I do to deserve this?
The yellow glare of the demon's eyes
Get brighter,
The cold breeze cuts through my skin,
There are no windows open.
Jane...Jane!
What called my name?
Go away demons!
Go back to the fiery pit of your underworld!
Footsteps are growing louder,
My world begins to spin
Faster and faster.
I fall and land somewhere
In the blood red room.
A sharp pain increases
In my mind,
I give in
And let my eyes flutter
Shut and await
To be let free.
Before the lapwing learned to fly
Before the flower came to die
Or make a presence of death
Out of the fragrance of our breath
Before the drum
And before the thunder rolled
A voice
Behind the curtain of the dark
Like a quickening, sudden spark
A voice
Across the waters scrolled
And now behold
Words with wings of tongue beating
In little cages, singing heartbroken songs
The Word
Becoming man
Dreaming of eternity out of eternity
That seems never coming back again
And I
Breaking global boundaries with my feathers
I crying to leave my chains
Like sepulchre clothing in a cave
I hating the partition of rooms, the segment of brains
Hating the new world order and oppression
Know my cage is not vitual
O let no genie turn my love into a ritual
I hear their wings beating in head
My heart is a sudden sleepless bed
I write the sound of images
My heart returning where I fled
Time and space chaining me to the dead
Things giving birth in my head.
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