I know who this man of means is...
I know who this man is
with so many poses and possessions...
This corporate man.
incorporated, all bodied...
I know his intimate afflictions,
his fears and his needs...
I know his struggle not to be a living legend,
But a real man...
Not to become an icon so not to lose,
his legacy of humanity...!
I know he knows the evil do, perpetrate
this easy...
He knows the cruel trap that
brings unhappiness...
He knows the deep boredom
of having everything, possessing everything...
Hw knows about morbid desires
from the enemies who want to naked him suffer...
From the eagerness of the false to enjoy
his flashes, possessions and attributes!
I know who this man boy is,
bold warrior who fights and toils
so as not to lose simplicity...!
I that know this simple side well
of complicated life... the normal way
of taking things... I declare and affirm:
I am a friend who defends this person
and his integrity...
His honesty !
My heart no longer beats as it did before
With each thump there’s a rattle you now hear
You wonder at first then you realize
The look in my eyes makes the reason clear
It’s from the pieces of my broken heart
That were just to far beyond any repair
The only one that I can blame for this
Is none other then me causing my despair
There’s something wrong with me
Hidden deep in the wiring of my mind
So many have tried to discover it
But there’s nothing they’re able to find
People have loved me deeply in life
And for that alone were pushed away
I can still see how their faces looked
Every drop of pain was there on display
All my emotions are covered by a mask
So they will never know how much I care
I will never put my heart up on exhibit
My feelings I simply refuse to bare
And I hate myself for being this way
Wanting to cause this self made headache
I’ve made this road rougher than needed
And though it hurts it’s not too much to take
Ruining my life has become my addiction
I enjoy when the pain gets to be so severe
I’ve slowly torn my life apart unnecessarily
So I do this out of hatred or is it fear
The Stubborn Heart”
Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground,
Words like rivers, he won't let them drown.
Eyes set firm, with fire and pride,
Even truth must wait till he's tried.
He sees threats wherever he may go,
Every word—a weapon poised to throw.
Sharp as knives, his cold replies,
Send chills down spines and truth to lies.
He hides his pain, but weeps in the shade,
Regrets and traumas carefully laid.
In silence he curls, where no one can tell,
A prisoner of pride in his own shell.
But even stone can crack with time,
And healing grows where love will climb.
A touch, a word, a hand held tight—
Can lead him gently back to light.
I am a self made machine,
Told I couldn’t fail,
Yet told to have fun,
Told to be young,
But there’s work to be done,
When there's work to be done,
Do it in order,
Takes you off course,
When the time is thrown off,
Throws me off course,
When nothing is in line,
What throws us off is the lack of a dime,
When a machine breaks down,
They fix it inside,
When I break down,
I’m told im out of line,
“To be or not to be”,
As shakespeare would say,
To get up or lay down,
And work in this head,
Why is it so hot,
To break up or throw a shot,
Into this broken machine,
The machine I,
Myself,
Wanted me to be,
To be a machine is once in a day,
But when your like me,
You will always find a reason to stay.
He often thought to himself
that he has been too quickly assembled
that he should have taken more time
for the busy hands of his constructing mind
to fill-in the flaws, smooth-out the cracks,
properly tightened the loosely screwed together
parts of his nature.
He knew he was mind-made; everything is.
Mind is the worker; body, persona, and the world,
all that his perception allowed, were just the works of his mind.
However, it was all so sudden, the impulse to build
an acceptable, semi-functional being was too strong,
in the end it was a rushed job.
Still he had time yet for a do-over.
The mind that had put together all this ‘him’
could paint over, spackle and tighten up
much of the more obvious weakness’s.
He will need to throw away the handbook
he had made to explain himself away,
stop trying so hard to market himself
to other hastily formed beings.
That he need not mend or stitch anymore
just accept that what the mind had made
was only the skin of thought, its superficial workings
and what he was in truth, was always this unadulterated
pre-created and perfectly packaged
God-Send of the Universe.
"Where did you find your happiness?",
Someone asked me with eagerness.
"Disenslaving the pelf,
Created it myself",
Replied I, with all gentleness.
A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 04-08-2021
PLACE : 1st
Y-our birth brings happiness,
Z-est, cheer and laughter;
Z-ealous dawn wants to shine
A-fter the dusk is over.
L-ong night and cold chill
H-ave turned into warm day;
Y-es, the rain disappears,
N-ew morn breaks,
E-rasing the gray.
L-onely evening shadow
I-s beginning to fade;
M-arch sixteenth is fine,
O-ffering delight that's
S-elf-made.
An insane System by any other name
Should still be considered simply insane
A prison by any other name
Could well be the throne
Of a primitivist's brain
A lifestyle by any other name
Would prefer to be called a "subculture"
A truth by any other name
May well be an early grave
After passing around
A bit of the blame
- Do we really wanna play this same game?
Again and again?
Just for the sake of its colloquial name?
Wait-Wait-Wait!
Don't shoot me yet!
I request a fancy blindfold and a pre-lit cigarette:
I want to look super cool
Without a single regret,
When the firing squad executes me
For being such an absurdly passive threat;
Otherwise,
Honestly,
It will feel like I've squandered
Another golden opportunity...
...And obviously,
I couldn't possibly try to live
After something like this...
too often i have ignored all that is right
which has caused me to miss out on my true and actual plight
alone i am now and one with webs and the dust
chapped and ashy i have become well on my way to rust
my mother once told me to loosen the noose of my shield
to late now do i see the world and the decorative grounds and fields
now i am an insomniac driven by a wayfaring loner's rage
i only have myself to blame for the rapidity in which i now age....
Riding these shark infested waters on my lonely makeshift raft in this sea of unfamiliar faces. Riding the waves of loneliness awaiting my inevitable demise by the soon to come storm that will make me a feast for the sharks. I ride patiently, hoping and wondering if any rescue will come and save me from this self-made prison of sorrows. My faith falters and doubt consumes me as sadness over shadows me. My thoughts wonder into the pitch black darkness, as dark as the soulless eyes of a rotting corpse. I am condemned to this pit of sorrows, this waiting room of disparity hoping for a ray of shining hope. I am losing sight of what was once my happiness, it slowly fades. I see a light through the heavy darkness, I muster up the strength to give one desperate cry for help. It echos further and further into the dark abyss, my hope slowly fades with each second of no response. Is this my answer to my prayers or just another sort of hopeless torture? I will just have to keep waiting and hoping to make it through the hardship,loneliness, and sorrow.
Is it really hard to understand
I am just looking for a man
One that sees the world like me
Offers his heart humblely
I will cherish and protect
Give back to him what I get
Hoping its not just me
Drifting in this lonely sea
Been floating out here for years and years
Fighting not to drown in my own tears
This ocean I find myself drifting in
Was created from unintentional sin
My eyes cried this reflecting pool
Due to all the times I played the fool
Will I ever feel the ground again
Or does a boat come pull me in
Save me from my self made demise
See the sun through cloudy skies
May the warmth come cure my pain
Stop these eyes that pour like rain
Gold,money job,land,home,valuables,security and love
all desired but here none or little or inadequate
mostly inadequate with avarice
and comparably
you work them out
in silence and hoarse shouts
play games and maim people
they try the same on you
in their pursuit
24/7 and 365
sinning and sinning
may be winning and winning
or loosing and loosing
in depression and blue
rat race goes on
without a stop
you call this life
this is self made strife.
Come clear and embrace me!
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