A temporary obstruction
A quiet despair, in a few weeks, I will be very
old, do I tell lies to myself, saying, I dance well
When no one looks, but why do I remember
the Buenos Aires tango in a nightclub in
In 1957, she was in her forties, but with a sleek
body, I was seventeen, so beat that Macron
Then, in the morning, shots were fired, soldiers
thronged the deck of the ship and running about
in the streets, looking for traitors, the name
The dictator gave those who disagreed with
His fascist ideology
To think that much water has run into the ocean
Yet it happens again, a new authoritarian
regime in Washington
a dark time for America
but I know the Americans will rise and be
free again
Trapped in the illusion of temporary gratification,
No one looks in the mirror for clarification.
Delighted with just inappreciable things,
Who knows? The soul seeks eternal bliss.
Imagination is surrounded by beauty.
Nobody thinks of the flip side's shoddy
Running around beautiful things,
Without thinking of real wings,
Will you find in it eternal bliss?
Eternal beauty finds its source in gods,
Not in the shoddy things of the world's lobes,
Fall in love with God only,
Not with deceived humanity,
The soul would be satisfied easily.
A garden is an
effort to express life's temp-
-orary beauty
Time - the toxic air of life subliming from the clock,
Seeks alongside pain to render journeys not complete,
Nothing spared the test of essence per the world we walk,
Forged of jagged, scattered stones designed to scar our feet.
That's not your father lying there.
That's simply a temporary vessel from the Lord, a spare.
His soul is in Heaven with his lovely wife.
He's no longer in pain in this worldly life.
He's risen to Heaven to be with our Father.
His blindness and weakness no longer a bother.
He's made new again; he can see, he can run.
I promise in Heaven, he's having way more fun.
He was a blessing to many here on this earth,
and he loved his family for all he was worth.
We will laugh, we will cry remembering his many years.
We will mourn and shed all of the emotional tears.
We thank you God for his time here with us.
But, we know you now need him more than us.
We will see you again, only next time will be greater.
We'll not only see him, but also our Creator.
Temporal is aiming for permanence
But much benevolence paints the prudence
To keep change changing
To keep range ranging
To give meaning to purpose and hope
To create a future into which to elope
From an old past on stone cast
Onwards fast to a great that will last
Even that which may last forever
In light of memory that may favour whatever
Will suffer oblivion
And the wavering of opinion
Until it is craved for and recalled
Once again hailed and installed
Only to be trampled underfoot again
And such be the recurring strain
So affirms the permanence of temporaries
Times and heirs being the emissaries
Passing down through the years
All cheers and jeers across seers and peers
And so it is now as it was then
Such temptations common to men
Throughout time and space
Even as enduring wisdom is strained of grace
K. Muitherero
what if what we had was temporary
a momentary glance of happiness
of freedom
of joy
of reckless youth
a time of love and carelessness
maybe that was where our memory is supposed to stay
maybe it wasn’t meant to continue on into this decade.
Maybe the sun never rose up again after it set that summer.
Wanted nothing else
Except her
No more memories
It's all a blur.
They took my everything
I am alone
Shaking and crying
I lay prone.
What I do
Is sing a song
I wasn't loved
All along.
Follow the steps
Load then aim
I scream for help
But no one came.
I wish you knew
What it felt
Pain and suffering
Is what I dealt.
I looked and looked
Love didn't come
I now sit here
And load my gun.
Humming a tune
Is what I do
Only Temporary
Sad but true.
Your ominous nimbus descends,
Don't shatter this summer’s grace.
Now all freeze in fear’s embrace,
You look so heavy, please, don’t race.
I don’t care if you dare,
Just don’t stomp your foot up there.
But stubborn as you are,
You plummet your tears for an hour.
Now, the tides have changed,
Calamity is named.
The road now deep with ruts,
Silently dousing my fragile huts.
Don’t erase my melancholy,
You almost drowned me wholly.
Thank God, though, you stayed away,
Pulling back the curtain on a golden day.
Dear Breath, will you truly forsake me?
Dearest Death, will you be kind to me?
My favourite Life, are you satisfied?
My quintessential self, do you truly possess this demeanour?
Temporary happiness is always godlike bliss,
Permanence is a dutiful curse.
The more I look for profound beauty,
The more I go far away from my salient appetite.
Karma never forgives anyone,
Building a church on my altar,
Building a cage that cannot be broken,
Inside that, I will be stuck for the time being.
The Grim Reaper calls my name just once,
The fragile cage cannot keep me safe.
The perfect Advisor is never going to fulfill me,
Until I admit, I want to be someone under His command!
Dearest Death, is the Grim Reaper your valet?
Dear Breath, did you come to rescue me?
Or was it just another pretence?
My sweetest Soul, are you really mine, or will you just fly away at another time?
Life on earth is temporary
All earthly riches will soon fade
Save nothing but heavenly glory
In dust we'll go as we once made
“Oh people of this temporary world..
May you enjoy the abundance of its trivial offerings..
You have no clue of what I see and yearn for..
And, how could you, as the death is the end of the road..
But, for the lover, it’s the union with the beloved.. the end of waiting and suffering..
To light up the world one must first burn a little..
Burn in the love of the ONE till the temporary curtains fall..
To reveal the divine elevator to the beginning of peace and permanent grace..
And an eternal pleasure and a never fading Joy!
So, let the lover cry more and laugh only but little…
For his yearning is not for the Temporary…”
~UK
PS: Dedicated to the utmost faith and resistance of the brave people of Gaza and Palestine
#FreePalestine
Everything in life is temporary -birth- life -marriage -divorce -even death
I remember holding you,
ever so closely.
I remember loving you
ever so slowly.
I seem to have savored
the taste.
In my mind I often
retrace.
I can think of nothing but
that day.
You left me in a state
of disarray.
It seemed so damn easy
for you.
You went away
and withdrew.
My family up and
vanished.
In Your world I was
banished.
I was nothing more than
A pitstop.
You held my heart,
you let It drop.
I still deal with all
the damage.
You see I was left with
A disadvantage.
Three years later the smoke,
It is still thick.
That was a foul calculated
mean Trick.
I still feel it in every cell
of my body.
In my world, it's ice-cold
and foggy.
I now see that you
Never Loved me.
To your lock, I was
A temporary key.
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I wake up a little groggy
the nights, especially, are difficult for me
I didnt get a whole lot of sleep
I wander my way wearily into the kitchen
and reach my beloved coffee pot
The countertop around me has small circular brown stains.. each one containing a memory
Reminding me how it used to be
I blink the heartache from my eyes and go about my morning ritual
The sunshine pours through the window
and the warmth sinks into my bones
I get lost in my thoughts Til’ the lush and irresistible aroma pulls me back to reality
I pour myself a steaming hot cup of temporary happiness
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