Questioning Poems

Bad Times for Questioning

Everyone can be a critic.
Few can take criticism.
I’ve seen the results of youthful play
The paths half-buried of sandy ethics
The holes and pitfalls of reliance
Mounds of dirt clods and chocolate chips
Success tastes so fine –
Like a drink of ice cold water
On the last lap of decision
‘Cause we are all infinite genius
We know what we know –
Because

Questioning

Oh Seigneur,
Je n’entends plus,
Je suis un pêcheur,
Avec mes pensées absolues.

Où êtes-vous,
Ne me laissez pas toute seule,
Êtes-vous dégout,
Avec mon engueule.

Prends pitié,
Même si je suis damné,
Même si vous ne pouvez pas le justifier,
Avec votre ton suranné.

To Ponder or Not to Ponder

To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question.
Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours
To dwell on the questions that plague my mind?
I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering,
Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities
Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep.
A skeptical girl's

Hey Universe

Hey Universe
Why you coming at me so hard?
 Did I do some sht to piss ya off?
Or you just playing some evil part?
Its all getting kinda rough
Im not nearly tough enough 
To get through this & come up
 been kickin me down so much
Im bruised & lumped up 
in every possible spot I can touch
I've

Light: A Spiritual Interdisciplinary Inquiry

When God said
“Let there be light”
Was it meant literally or metaphorically?


Did time arise crafting the photon 
with the intent
of illuminating the basis of reality?
An observational lens providing the closest assumption of truth?

Or did the limit of human consciousness take precedence.
Therefore, implying we needed to be saved from the void of ignorance,
as light is the transference

Why

I am scared,
Totally confused
I fear the worst 
Of the world this time.
Why did this happen?
Why oh why to him?
My sweet baby brother.
So young is he,
I cannot understand
Why this does happen.
While muscles may grow
And the heart beats harder,
Too hard, it beats.
Trouble has started.
I wish that this would end.
So young is he,
To put up with this life.
Too full

delusional

delusional

old bricks, red and crumbling
flowers bright blue and crisp
and i wondered where you had gone
behind a wall that did not exist

the sky silently wept over me
clouds crawled by like angels wings
san francisco died in the swirling mist
it was just one of those things

a melody whined through my head
pianos and violins kept the music slow
i decided

The Weight of Shadows

Free falling into chaos 
always seemed like child's 
play to me, 
something so natural to descend into 
I could call it
breathing. 
To allow those inky, black tendrils
to seep into every pore, 
every mark, 
every imperfection. 
I called to it like a master, of 
my own darkness, 
my own death.
I willed it at my command, 
and

Resolution

          Reality dissolved
         the madness of life ends
          eternity begins...!

Discordance

Companionship or romance, what's the difference?

Is it through death that we depart?
But even friends share that remark.
Is it dinner with a view?
But with friends I'd still pursue.

Is it the coffee shop or show?
But with friends I often go.
Is it through language that we flow?
But my partners have no difference.

What's the difference?

Could it only be emotion?
That

Doubts

Doubts are always hiding/
Inside each of us/
Life is hard/
We will never be rid of it/
Lurking in the back of the mind/
In dormant mode/
Only to be shot forth/
Like a bullet/
To keep assaulting one's mind/
It's hard not to doubt/
With the world we live in/
More people getting more shady/
Everybody leading us to trust issues/
I hate doubting someone/
I guess

POSITIVE THINKING POETRIX

               Usury and surplus value,
                barbarity and treachery
          do not adorn with love and poetry....

Questioning my presence, seeking a love to embroil

The moon rises high, casting its pale light,
Yet my soul remains shrouded in endless night
I toss and turn, unable to find respite,
Its memory lingers, my constant despot

Savage feelings leave me in full dread,
Haunting; my mind, refusing to depart
Its presence, a constant in my head,
Consuming my thoughts, tearing me apart
Tossing and turning, sleep evades my bed,
What

Questioning

The Lord asks, “Where are you, O Man?”
“Come into my bosom, hold onto my right hand.”

Yet our hearts so cloaked in unbelief
We see and hear, but don't perceive

Instead, we look around for an excuse
That His call, His rule, we may refuse

This groaning world, steeped in deep sorrow
So Him we deny, that in grief we may

Questioning the Stranger

are you a time traveler from the future or from the past?
He stared at me.
You guess, he said.
I guessed from the future.
He nodded.

Why had he told me?
What was the goal?
He was a stranger.
I began to walk away.

He reached out and touched my arm.
Don’t you want to know your great-great-great-grandson? He asked me.
I sat on a

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