Short Dispirited Poems

My dispirited action is no more than a silent cry.
My passion for solitary is what helps me get by.

It's more than an enhanced degree of fixation.
But one of a thriving thirst of fascination.

My forlorn passion is resembling the ocean of despair.
Feeding my unquenchable thirst, by threatening it into a lair....

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I stood still;
stationed
amidst a crossroad;
dispirited
with a dormant mind.

One decision away;
two alternatives,
yet one to be espoused.

Do I listen to my intuition
and swim across the lake of dreams
or do I listen to perceptions
and hop onto the imminent train of life?

Caught in the chaos,
A battle
betwixt the heart
and the brain;
alike an incessant war
of fire and ice....

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Who would become so fundamentally foolish
to separate a strong dancer
from her flowing dance?

The secular singer
from his sacred song?

Mountainous storytellers
from our rivered story?

Felt humane communion
from our most nakedly divine communications?

Spirited habits
dispirited from Earth's natural habitats?

Evangelical legends
from love's integrity,
passion's timeless curiosity?...

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Broken by your formidable face,
In apathy one can only remain.
My love has been extirpated,
While you are just intoxicated.

So take a look at what's left,
This tearstained girl left out to dry..
Her blood runs cold,while
Last nights sins are washed away in a whisper.

This melody is set for repeat,
No more can this anguish prolong.
She's dying alone tonight,
A grim grave awaits this dispirited damsel....

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Sadness within me is my skald,
Ignorant world, taunting my afterworld,
Why is my soul in this soil pinfold... 

The sky is filled with dark enshroud,
Am dumbstruck, thunderstorms cloud... 

Love is an unloved harken,
The heart in me, a shrunken token... 

Fey reliquary in the sand,
Buffing the defoliated leaves off my land,
She lay her tears on my heartland... 

Miseries of the silenced one...
Tortured hell gone......

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Lost I am in this labyrinth of desire
entangled and strangled this life couldn't be more dire

Pretention's all I see through this gloomy light
the wind's too blown my soul into a plight

Dispirited I creep along this miry winding lane
to find a way out of this stinging weeds of pain

Pushing against a squall of gall I shove
to have a glance of that cherished love

Tender my heart though, inside hopes still burgeon
will there be a day when I saunter in the rosy dawn...

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