Stupor Poems - Poems about Stupor

God says it like it is but His message is not well received, since He speaks to the heart but His words are heard by mind, which is caged in conditioned thought, letting not heart spread soul’s divine wings. Strobes of love and light pervade silence, cognised by pure hearts who listen to the music of the spheres, sublime bliss magnetism, touch of God Himself, which we negate, since...

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It seems an eternity, waiting for the cows to come home. They never will, and so why do I wait so long to take a hard look at myself? Mirrored reflections caught in the bourbon glass, fractured and foggy. We drank more than our share last night, and my memory fell down the stairs, ...

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When the enchanted jailors of life, siezed my soul and those sepals unfurling manipulative manuscripts ceased to script a twinkle above screams, I became a slave to my own silence, chained by granite wings of masked butterflies, who have been bewitched by the first rays of the maleficent moon. Kneeling as an effigy of failure, in front of the Dark...

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it’s not desire per say but the clinging ~ that stifles soul and stops heart from singing enlivening silence sets our soul free ~ vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree” Nobody wants to feel truth anymore. They cry out loudly for “comic relief” Closing their eyes with a stubborn ignore to block any sight of sadness and grief. More pleasing to...

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Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind, Like the torn pages of a book thrown into waste, I felt trapped and broken and my life seemed a hard grind. But when I discovered truths as life passed by, Learning lessons from the past, knowledge did bloom, Now wisdom imparts...

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Line of enquiry. It’s not desire per say but the clinging ~ that stifles soul and stops heart from singing enlivening silence sets our soul free ~ vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree” Phantoms of constant fog create a zombie state of existence, feeling worthless, your barriers offer demons no resistance. Thoughts drift into a hazy labyrinth of toxic wilderness, you're wide...

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When the wayward mind is unsteady, the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity, unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul, unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordid goal. Beneath the surface of the mortal wisdom’s attire, where the mind builds the edifice of ignoble desire, the clinging traits lead to the abyss of dark ignorance, the bereft...

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Life has a meaning if you wake up from stupor Procrastination will not help you achieve goal days pass, years waste away, making you a loser wake up before time takes a worst turn, death bells toll When there was nothing there was God who created A beautiful and pristine world for man to live Be a vicegerent and protect the...

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It’s not desire per say but the clinging sunlight, bathing my skin and kissing my rosy cheeks, as all but once I am awake again, with summer dancing in my eyes. It is a moment before the darkness comes in, that stifles the soul and stops hearts from singing, but I blink away the sleep dust and continue, afraid of slipping...

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I welcome the grogginess. That dulling of my senses. Until the walls turn to hazy grey. My hand coming in and out of focus. Another two fingers of whiskey swirling in my glass. “Bottoms up” making short work of a Fifth. “99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer!” No one around to stop the madness. Booze and beer bottles litter this...

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I ran here and I raced there All the time, all places, anywhere, As if possessed I was adamant and rested not even for a moment. I had the riches and all the fun Basking under a robust sun, I knew despair nowhere and reaped joy everywhere. I needed none to lend me a hand Nor by my side...

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Eyes wide opened towards the light Day is high and sun is bright And the feeling's great mystery Is still fresh in my memory Heaven's touch in a state of dream Like soaring high on skyline seam But forever, I just can't dine In the solace of black sweet wine Time has come for dreams...

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Awaking from Stupor 1-16-24 It's not desire per say but the clinging That stifles soul and stops heart from singing Enlivening silence sets our souls free Vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Awaking from Stupor Winter haze beats upon the door, Drunken dreams cling to bitter cherries of midnight, Before night sashays into white flurries of dawn When dull eyes wrestle out of...

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Written: January 16, 2024 _________________________________________ Ephemeral grave is tangled with gloom, Putting faith in ethereal womb of doom. Being without other choice but to exist, Simply succeed while enigma will persist. Decreased exertion and surrender of disgrace, Observe as contrasts come together and embrace. Lord may lift souls while they are...

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"There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do, and mostly live." ...

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