Mechanical sounds.
Someone is in the old crevice.
And it’s a weird one.
The episodes.
Even an old octopus can fight.
A centipede which also attacks.
Creaks like an elephant biting metal.
Resilient.
Coconuts don’t taste as good as the cracking sound it makes.
I want my brain back.
It’s mechanical.
A centipede is curled around it.
So fight.
Systemic Strain Part II
Proof that survival is an art outline,
And you paint it daily with any scraps
They embark you.
They monitor your struggles without seen
In the prototype of the broken appliances
Behind it.
The group blame the person
Instead of the patterns.
They call it "Personal "
Responsibility ".
When it's genuinely Systemic Sabatoge.
But you-
You trudge with a spine that recalls everytime
You bent and still didn't quit.
You speak with a voice that carries the
Parroting of every barrier lifted.
And you say it plain, loud enough for the
Block to hear:
This tautness ain't mine
This fault ain't mine
This fight was allotted to me by a system
That never cultivated how to hold its own
Bulk.
I'm not the Crack.
I'm the pressure point.
I'm the vocal cords that named the real culprit
And to carry it's shame declines.
Systemic Strain, Not Personal Fault
"The walk for help- " I walked miles with
Nothing but courage in my pockets, hoping
The doors ahead still cared ".
" A bank shut its doors on my survival, and
The pavement became my only witness". After
A bank shut its doors on my tomorrow ".
"Need pressed against my ribs while someone
Behind a counter constrained against my dignity ."
I stepped into a room built for mercy, but the air was
Heavy with judgements, eyes measuring my worth
Like I owed them proof of why hunger had followed me in.
They keep telling you
"Hold it together "
Like you ain't already patching cracks
In a world built crooked
You juggle bills,
Appointments,
System that glitch like busted streetlights,
And they still ask
Why you walk like the weight got hands
Around your larynx.
But listen-
This ain't your flaw
This is pressure cooked in premises
You never stepped in,
Policies you never voted for, rules penned
By people who never had to stretch a dollar
Til it yelped.
You ain't the problem.
You're the evidence.
Love oh love
Cantar and Cantrix
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By : Luva Luva
Of love that is truest to me
might we speak than as
Lovers
Of love whom I stand grounded
and wish to be adorned through
the times we spend together
Of love might the nights be still
so that we can love forever
Of love than my love might we
strive to be as one
Might we condition our minds to
look to each tomorrow as each
new beginning has just begun
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The Thesbains Tale
Octave 0001
From the Book
A Stingy Man
By: Luva Luva
The silver moon ascends the cloudless sky
With scintillating stars stretching up high,
But sleep strangely slides away from my eyes,
I stare at the room`s darkness with a sigh.
My thoughts like restless high tide waves do roam
Far from the stark solitude of my home,
Wandering in the expanse of the night,
Lost in the lengthy shadows of dim light.
I softly read a page and read it more,
Hoping to slowly drift to slumber's shore,
But words just waltz, they do not seem to cease,
Denying me a moment's quiet peace.
On such nights when sleep turns to tasks in vain
I try means that will soothe away my strain,
Restore peace to my mind and inner self
By striving to reach the depth of myself.
By lying on bed, I breathe in and out
To clear from my mind any haze of doubt,
With palms flat, for each short while holding breath,
When soon tired, I fall asleep at a stretch.
The Strain
A manuscript through horror
Remnant 6 feet under
Dwindled sadness
Insomnie, 24 hours
Array of darkness
Just another nightmare
Creepy lullabies softly in the background
Screams with no sound
Strove to run away
Madness awaits
The strain
Locked down in chains
Haunted eyes
Darkest dreams come alive
Nothing else to give
Exhausted to the brink
No rain to drink
Haunted bedtime story
Presume dead ghostly
Vague memory
Nightmares consume me
Iambic pentameter--such a pain,
Draining and straining this old poet's brain.
The in's and yarns of the third sight
Fellow humans fetched a yard
Pulled a Soviet scarf
It was golden enchanted
With real's of wheels spinning round and not, the balance is shaken.
The aim is not to blink fast
Inhale the axial, breath in sequence
Notify the brain's awaken mode
Straighten the sight not to be blindfolded
Foolish acts combined with luring spirits
The wave cannot disappear
It needs to be dispatched
Up, up high
Where there's Atmos lies a layer of retreat
Watched like a time frame fragments
They are sculptured with symbols of shrine to blend and bind
The wine evaporates the pain yet in vain
It cost a dying calmer
The ridges of peace, belong in kind
So more less in the South, far way back up to the North
Ashleigh Ngoqo
You may say I'm crazy
but as it takes one to know one
do you have what I've got
if I am are you too
and am I nuts to think I'm not
the shrink he's not telling
despite all my yelling
he only asks how it makes me feel
it's quite a strain on the brain
is he really and truly for real
then again if I'm insane
as the earth is bipolar
it's no wonder
there are so many weirdos and whackos
in a world torn asunder
at least I'm not alone
I think you'll find
it can't be overstated it's overrated
sanity
it's all in the mind
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Let no one pressure
or exert tension
on you mentally and more.
Let no one restraint
Or put you on detection
It's jail, break free.
Let go of others burdens
Your demands over theirs
But always show empathy.
Support but freely
Without stressing
Don't strain your ability.
Here's a question you guys might answer
When considering a quatrain or a narrative
The response to a narrative wins hands down
Could someone explain the reason why
Forever I've thought poetry always meant rhyme
Since grade school way back when
Apparently I seem to be living in the past
Coz narratives get much more notice
Obviously narratives are easier to write
Less of a strain on the brain
But the numbers are there and numbers don't lie
Is there anyone out there that can tell me why
See... this one was a snap to write
In the realm of our digital embrace,
A bond was formed, a unique space.
Yet amidst the pixels, I feel a strain,
As if my love is met with a silent refrain.
Your support, a beacon in the dark,
But distance leaves an empty mark.
I cherish you deeply, yet feel a divide,
As if my affection is on a constant ride.
I extend my hand, seeking a connection,
But your response fuels a sense of rejection.
Is it love or obligation that binds us tight?
Or am I imposing on a love not quite right?
In the maze of our virtual affair,
I tread carefully, aware of the air.
Longing for the day when we'll finally meet,
And our bond in reality will feel complete.
Till then, I cling to hope's soft glow,
Loving you from afar, though the distance may grow.
For in this unusual bond we've found,
I'll find comfort, even when it's profound.
By: Innantia Magcanya
Written: November 28, 2023
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In my last prayer, words and dreams merge,
My concepts have changed as a brittle verge.
Such a rainbow of hues in this growing vision,
My head swirls in whispered tasks and decisions.
Strong in my beliefs, I now question all things,
As if a veil is lifted, I sweated even the little things,
My soul is seeking knowledge and rearrange,
Now awkward by set ideals, I relish the strange.
No beyond blindness or rigidity to act as a slave,
Having altered, I am now freed from any cave,
In my recent musings, I have explored curiosity,
Getting raw insight and seeing awe in diversity.
My comprehension grows as I explore my mind,
Laying buried muse that shines akin to orbs aligned,
Placing the ideas in words is an ideal symphony,
Written words depict my impending destiny.
My route is wider, and I explore the universe,
Seeking wisdom all over, valuing what's diverse,
We ought to value this superb mental shift,
In our recent beliefs, raw prospects are adrift.
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