Forced to visit all my fear -
In pursuit of inspiration.
But through collection all I hear -
Is I'm not long for aspiration.
Through careful words and softened voice -
I could reduce evaporation.
But do I trust subconscious choice -
With all my liberation?
That argument could give me face -
To point that accusation.
If it flees I'll have to chase -
And risk dissociation.
In looking for some clarity -
I could brave that isolation,
Gamble with fate for sanity -
And a chance at satiation.
Though with these words I must confess -
It's hardly a vacation.
I'm spawning thoughts that can't digress -
Months after observation.
In the end my mind will flood -
These words are precipitation.
My hope is it can wash the blood -
From my mental amputation.
Categories:
satiation, anxiety, break up, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path
to the future, fading away in obscurity.
In twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
the echoless tune of forlorn somber life,
silhouetted against the faint skyline of longing.
The threads of turmoil weave
the blue motif with sadness mold
in craving satiation, riding the sensuous storm
to the blank mindscape of frustrated desire,
once embedding the fervent fascination for repletion.
The shards of splintered hope adrift on buoyant flow
of cascading memories of the lively times
bring back the flavor of the old spices of life.
The remnant vibe of rejuvenation returns
within the sanguinity sphere of listless life.
Categories:
satiation, analogy, hope,
Form: Free verse
my love life is like a plot in a grand novel,
where dawn stands tall,
yet dusk must kneel
and grovel.
each chapter of it dims as twilight nears,
unleashing darkness that feeds on
the carcass of
waning years.
yet expectation remains high...
waiting for another page
to turn and turn
until old age.
meanwhile, the plot keeps thickening...
bringing to life
more of the fears
in a world full of strife.
yet love keeps its shine in the distance,
like a mirage that gleams in space,
offering false satiation,
only to fade into non-existence.
but the story will never end...
until the Author of all things
chooses to write an epilogue
of how much of his love we all depend.
Categories:
satiation, age, dark, life, love,
Form: Free verse
My heart can feel it, the overwhelming surge of emotion.
It grips and it tears with merciless ferocity as if it was a wild animal within my body and I can't stop it from overtaking me.
A transformation of sorts, a lycan from the underworld.
Born from the underbelly of my inner darkness and desolate descent into spirit death.
And as I decay, slowly decay.
I leave behind me when passing by as if a trail of lingering stench.
As if the smell is attached to the very essence of my being and human interaction.
Well maybe in my case inhuman interaction for I lost track of what mercy and belief in humanity is.
My world is now carnivorous and carnal.
I am a hunter now, I am always ready to go for the kill with guns that shoot emotional tranquilizers that ensure my remaining humanity is sedated, captured, and eaten.
I am never full.
Any hope of satisfaction or satiation is sedated.
Lord have mercy…..I don't remember the last time I had mercy.
I don't remember the last time I deserved it.
Mercy me, let those who can run away run free.
Let those who can run away, run away from me….
Categories:
satiation, anger, corruption, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse
New Years Old Wishes
In a world wrangled with wild wars
Between two developed nations,
With civil deaths a sad eyesore
And a bane to human reason,
With harsh tension and violence
Elsewhere one can daily witness,
Stemming from lack of tolerance,
Wrecking homes and lives with distress,
With a few basking in plenty,
Overwhelmed with satiation
And the lot dipped in misery
With children doomed to starvation,
Would New Years old wishes of love,
Would old wishes for compassion
Would wishes for peace fly as doves
Or drop down the deep ocean?
Sands of time will ever unfurl,
But human race will remain same;
So will issues facing the world
And New Years old wishes be same.
Categories:
satiation, humanity, life, new year,
Form: Rhyme
Something I appreciate in life.
Have you ever really thought about that?
What really matters to you. Who or what's there when it really matters to you?
Appreciation, Gratification, Associations, What makes you feel true love and satiation?
Is it your higher power, is it the trees & flowers? Or is it a person you can sit and talk to for hours?
Do you feel appreciated? Has true love been activated? Does your sickness feel like you'll never become acclimated?
I feel unlovable, untouchable, broken inside! Before I got this sick….all I did was get high!! Now I'm never going back to that, these sickness’s kinda saved my life
Categories:
satiation, addiction, anxiety, appreciation, cancer,
Form: Free verse
The whole world is waiting, all ears agog,
For your birthday, to start a dialogue,
Your goodness is daily praised by their gongs,
For at no time, you blamed them for their wrongs.
Your heart gleams bright, free of any hatred,
So why won't your birthdays be this sacred.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty ~
That, that nature adopts as its duty.
Bottles! Allow all wines to jailbreak~
Their readiness to spread joy is at stake,
Bellies! Why tarry to relieve your hunger?
Allow your satiation be kept younger.
All directions now lead just to your home,
Your birthday frees idle legs of their roam.
Even angels wish you happy birthday.
Many happy returns our mouths pray.
Categories:
satiation, anniversary, appreciation, birthday, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
“Because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills” - JFK
~
fifty-five years …
and despite extraordinary
leaps in the applications of technology,
we have not returned to
press that wondrous fall of moon dust …
there are ghosts of
those who gave their lives to the
scientific exploration of the starry vault
that is our heavenly crown,
crying for the satiation of that thirst -
and if and when we do return,
I pray those phantoms are benevolent,
that their crosses are upright,
and their wistful, wandering spirits …
at rest.
Categories:
satiation, adventure, analogy, science, space,
Form: Free verse
The bees are hooked
Played by the scented temptation
The beauty of the escape
Into the fullness
Of a pollinated peace
Short lived this ecstasy
This joyous satiation
Driven by intoxications
Irreversible need
For more of what caused it
Sunrise, the opening flower
Aglow in a distant phantasy
Brushing away the fog
Rekindling an un-stoked fire
An ember craving ignition
Slowly they will emerge
Leave their hidden hives
Seek out the fluorescent petals
Of that ever illusive
Pollinated peace
Categories:
satiation, addiction,
Form: Free verse
There are always a few
Troublesome “tickl-ings “
Daringly darting
In somnambulant slumber
Shape shifting shadows
Mocking the moonlight
Creeping through the crevasses
Of literary limitation
Weeping with the whispering words
Subtlety suppressed by silence
Like mice they meander the mind
Seeking sustenance and satiation
Borrowed brown shoes
Dancing in a dusty darkness
Categories:
satiation, fun, word play, words,
Form: Alliteration
gently a breeze stirs
a scented satiation
the ants arrived late
©6/23/2022
Categories:
satiation, humor, senses, sexy, summer,
Form: Senryu
We all seek happiness
But what is happiness have you ever pondered?
When our senses are gratified
We experience happiness
At the moment when we are happy
Mind is satiated.
This means absence of desires
contentment
satiation
gives happiness
If we are desireless, thoughtless
we would become eternally happy
27.03.2021
Categories:
satiation, happiness,
Form: Free verse
a masked diner
seeking satiation
.....table for one
two hands touching
violating the new norm
......folded in a lap
kidnapping her Barbie
the daring of pirates
........age three
equality
never enough never more
............one sandwich divided by four
denials laughter
five chocolate fingerprints
.......eye witnesses
John G. Lawless
2/19/2021
Categories:
satiation, irony,
Form: Senryu
May any friendly wind with nature’s magic breeze
And rescue his soul from this ogre of flicker,
Sensuous liquor, insatiable sexual freeze…
A pricker that smothers soul and makes him sicker.
Satiation of sensuous pleasure does drown
Him, in flood of desire as luscious as a drug;
His fingers tiptoe his prey, an enticing crown,
And now he wallows in this wild flood of mud.
Virtues ones see mud born lotus rising sky high,
And how its leaves roll swiftly down the dirt we throw,
And they season their minds so that their souls can fly
Freely with wide open wings; in sky high they glow.
Jan. 26, 2021 (originally posted on Dec. 28, 2020)
ALL YOURS (Jan 26) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
satiation, inspiration, passion, senses, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
The sunburst sky alluringly captivating,
enthralled eyes open to the splendor of spectrum.
Kaleidoscopic dawn weaves the tapestry of imagery,
defining the contours of the garden path I tread,
and greet the glow of the new day.
The empty canvas creatively inviting,
waiting long for the brushes to gently caress,
but colors flow now with the strokes of ecstasy,
making the stillness come to life as the hues I infuse,
and shape the scene of the new day.
The awakened muse intensely inspiring,
unfurls the buds of dormant imagination.
The petals of words design the blooming poems,
emotive cadence flows from rhythm of the heart,
and cascades on the course of the new day.
The drizzle of dusk silently engrossing,
sprinkles twilight gleam on the vase of satiation,
the bouquet of sunlit hours glitters with patina of joy.
I count the sprouting stars as the mesmeric night falls,
and make my dreams of the new day.
____________
September 13, 2020
Contest : All In A Day
Sponsor : William Kekaula
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1206 Contest
Categories:
satiation, day, imagination, muse, poems,
Form: Free verse
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