I felt like just another and I knew it,
Hated myself but was forced to go through it.
I knew illness and self-disgust were the forces making me do it,
Leaving me with negative feelings and emotions to prove it.
Constantly wondering why I was making myself do it,
Yet here I was, allowing my person to resuscitate but I blew it.
I TAKE A BREATH
I’d be quickly reassured by my thoughts it’s because I’m a monster,
Edibl-y consumed, I’m an imposter.
Forcing my beat and bruised body to no longer halter,
I will continue to give in to life’s disgusting consumptions faulter.
Resuscitate my limerence
In you, in playful ignorance
I'm tossed up in a whirling trance
Lovesick I co-star.
Fantasy romance—our affair
My heart is trapped in your despair
Love's one-sided blockbuster airs,
and yet here we are.
1/20/26
Feel like im 1 of 1 in this torn apart world, if i turn cold thats undone
seen with my past mistakes
nothing new under the sun, someone else has sat in this place
a world where we keep a loaded gun and a mask to cover our face
from pain we easily run i guess were scared of the mace
Showin love will get you hung, what a shame or disgrace
look what the devil has brung now were corrupted by toxic waste
speak evil in fears of them cutting your tongue, caught up like a rat in this race
And the flash of reel will have you stunned so in turn we walk away (real,reel)
Our thoughts we keep concealed, worried how the other portray
Like a rat running on a wheel till our bodies decay
My skin ill allow you to peel even if you poison my bod-ay
Im looking for something real like "whats outside of this cage"
Im bitin at the steel maybe one day we'll all escape...
You take a break ill keep biting till my body you cant resuscitate, I'll keep fighting till me and death got a lovely dinner date.
free state
need resuscitate
can’t hesitate
to evaluate
then elaborate
specious debate
too late
dare dedicate
stilling hate
egos inflate
do perpetuate
inevitable fate
armageddon date
will not wait
lest we consecrate
civil complaint
with new translate
Without sugar, I'll sip on my espresso
I can still taste yesterday's sweetness
We abandoned yesterday's mistakes, worries, and despair
all money in the world cannot resuscitate yesterday
our actions and words are irreversible somersaults.
Yesterday's wishes dried up like lost dreams in the woods
golden skin echoed hollow vows with a wistful, spun glow
Alms shimmer like souls, but we can't rule out karma
we must avoid future risks, hurdles, and a stoic canvas.
Dreams and stones mingle, like torn bones or hearts
sun rays dye crimson roses—an icy reminder of lost shine
Gypsy whispers, dancing blades, and wigs create chaos
broken glass shards can form vows and heal scars
hedged hymns that hum in hectic hoods are tedious.
defied the cosmos and sought fortune and fame
revered and emulated idols of love and peace
but wished to be Gandhi or Mandela and achieve triumph
Philosophy and psychology foster love.
Pinprick orbs, a bohemian strain, drift with sun dust
everything I remember seems like yesterday
If life gives you the embers you asked for, embrace the pearls.
Jesus was dead
There was no hope
Disciples' dread
How could they cope?
Christ crucified
It was all o'er
Crowd stupefied
Death they deplore
Messiah killed
What more was left?
Dreams unfulfilled
All felt bereft
Laid in the grave
Still Saturday
Some sign they crave
To pave the way
Silent sadness
Could not believe
This mute madness
They could not grieve
They had to wait
For one more day
To witness great
Miracle sway
Patience tested
They did not know
One day rested
Christ would then show
What did they do
On Saturday?
The select few
Had lost their way
Led by Peter
They went fishing
No wait's sweeter
When faith's missing
Let us rejoice
Sunday's coming
Crush Satan's voice
Rout doubts numbing
One day will change
Your lifelong wait
A marvel strange
Resuscitate
Christ rose again
On the day third
Let's say Amen
God proved His Word
No dejection
No need to mope
Resurrection
Needs patient hope
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
I'm suffocating,
do not resuscitate me.
Reality has become an adversary,
silently sinister, slowly suckling my energy.
If the morning light doesn't steal my soul,
my final breaths will write a story in the fog,
revealing secrets I can't speak of.
Spilling the ink to fill in the blanks,
suppressed emotions are a reminder,
about how I don't belong here,
nor an island surrounded by toxic fences,
fabricated by fiendish fraudulent friends.
I'm colder than this home,
abandoned by the abandoned
in an acidic aquarium,
where sharks prey upon sea urchins.
My heart is a foreigner without a dwelling,
arteries too lethargic to spread love.
Too disgusted to breathe,
the mirror reflects as my nemesis.
My welcome is overstayed,
black faces, darker than darkness,
giggle, hiding in the background,
their sharp teeth dripping in crimson drops,
as I try to cover freshly ruptured wounds.
But I'm content, so I keep bleeding,
hoping to become a forgotten entity.
Every time
I didn't fit in...
Every time
I didn't quite get it...
Every time
I saw the disrespect
But missed the confirmation...
Whew!
I just have to thank You...
And pray that...
You'll keep me different, Lord.
That... when I feel lost,
You'll show me the way...
to your peace.
That... when the world knocks me out,
You'll resuscitate me
That... You'll remind me
That it's okay to be okay...
Being me...
That uniqueness should be
Nurtured & Cherished,
Never forced to perish.
Never forced into a mold,
Clearly made for others...
Clearly made for THEM,
But, NOT ME
NEVER ME.
Keep me different, Lord.
I don't want to be like them.
Keep me different.
Keep me different.
There will come a time, at any age
When I will no longer grace this page.
That’s when I will be out of rhyme.
At any age, there will come a time.
An unwritten absence, you see, to be exact.
I will leave everything on Soup intact.
The only difference, there won’t be me.
To be exact an unwritten absence, you see.
To remember me, do a good deed.
Do it for someone who is really in need.
Don’t resuscitate me, let my soul go free.
Do a good deed to remember me.
When I am lying there covered with a sheet.
Give my heart to a man who’s own does not beat.
Give all my organs to those that need a spare.
Covered with a sheet when I am lying there.
Give my eyes to that girl, she’s not seen flowers.
My ears to a boy who hears silence for hours.
Give science my brain to study and unfurl.
She’s not seen flowers, give my eyes to that girl.
If there’s something you must bury, let it be every fault.
My impatience and envy and failure to exalt.
My bigotry and unkind thoughts of an adversary.
Let it be every fault, If there’s something you must bury.
I cannot unwrite anything
Even if I erase this thing
The truth is out of the bottle
You can wage a war, a battle
You can fight all you want
Demonstrate, set up a tent
In the middle of the street
Shame comes after a defeat.
The genie is out of the bottle
The truth will set me free
You disagree, you’re angry
You can wage a war, a battle
When one lies, one sins
Next time, try to make sense
You cannot unwrite anything
Even if I erase everything.
The genie will never go back
Regardless of what you try to do
No apologies! We all feel the impact
We must deal and stop the flu
We cannot undo anything
We cannot resuscitate the dead
We must move away from this thing
Or we all will die on this small bed.
Copyright © February. 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
A Jailbird Cry”
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
Its outer body is alive but its inner soul has died In several attempts it try to resuscitate its life
It tries and tries
But its heartbeat is faint and it no longer thrives to stay alive Agony is dressed all over its face
Life had been misplaced by its human mistakes
Mental notions of wishing to retrace those past dates
But its way to late
So the jailbird simmer in the heat of what has been placed on its plate Most just like to debate
But there is a few that can relate of how it got caged inside those gates There is no sweet sound only frowns crying out sorrow
Pushing through the calendar days in hopes of a brighter tomorrow Swallowing its grief to combat the undefeat of confinement Digesting all of its wrongs
Never crying the jailbird hums
Its liberating jailbird song
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
It tries and tries but its soul just wont abide
She has a tattoo on her breast
Hates when you touch her nipples
Foreplay just yesterday's lies
Black underwear, her hidden disguise
No use playing the love card
That died with the last affair
Now she’s one of the free
Two people lying in bed
Exploring the no-go zones
Checking the exit
Looking backwards
He tries to show love
But stone hearts
Clothe themselves in armour
Screaming the screams, of
yesteryears
She has a tattoo on life
Stamped deep inside
That reads
Don’t break glass in emergency
Don’t resuscitate
The cold wind bit right through her
But it didn’t really matter
They were evenly matched
Well, at least for a time
It was the identifying feature
On her breast
The Tattoo..
Judge me not when I merry and make lyric
Of the most obscene and unthought-of frolic
Tunes,
The wait has been worth for the dunes to form
To behold spectacular dorm moulded in perseverance
Hard work and endurance,
The monsoon withstood long enough to pave way
For the calmer and serene moonlight,
Casting its beams across the dilapidated and sun-baked
Land, on which stand round and about
Only remnants of the former glory abound
Standing still sans life, sans hope, sans all that astound.
Deep within the decomposing flora of the beautiful
Aura that adorned the sacred corroded land
Now an adage of the most told beatitude of the fallen
Beauty and unmatched wit
The distant echoes carouse, kicking disjointed limbs to rouse
To life, to till with the only worn remnant hoe
Into the diamond-hard foe
To conquer and restore the fallen glorious city
Crying in distress,
Calling out for resuscitate and attent
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