Doom clouds grow dark, hurt dispersed as If rain.
A repetition of anguish assumes the definition of pain.
Noble intentions depleted, good vibes unsustained.
Thoughts of turmoil now seeded, deeply infecting the brain.
Constantly reeling, Numb to all feeling, my heart still beats in vain.
Without form theirs no function, only sanity’s disfunction remains.
Still, at this conjunction, mustered gumption, I wait for that happiness train.
A shining ticket of luster, now clutched for the cluster of clouds of sadness and shame .
Stay firm on the tracks, know Time can’t go back, and all madnesses soon to be tamed.
Days on this rail, And emotionally frail, A surplus Purpose will plug the mental drain.
As fate would have it, destination in transit, normalcy returns to its ordinary plane.
Ending our endeavor, if one is clever, use confidence to color the mundane.
Discover and treasure, the ultimate pleasure,
Of self confidence you now have gained.
Categories:
unsustained, anxiety, depression, emotions, journey,
Form: Rhyme
Relinquished to various
not well known inner forces;
all with scattering tendencies
having no transcendent aim,
is the inestimable gift of attention
in this mind of mine,
ever dreaming within the dream.
The possible human in me
with only bits of it thrives
in sluggish survival mode,
ridiculously unaware
of its secret powerful might;
oh precious door to infinity!
Dazed by day lost by night,
succumbing ever am I to the swirls
of the forces known as life,
never quite firmly standing
on the ground of being.
Unsustained scattered attention
is my most common vice,
a broken bridge between low and high.
Drunken with distraction,
foolish is my every attempt
to shorten the gap
between earth and sky.
Categories:
unsustained, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Anagogic Anthology of Unsustain Youth
David J Walker
My magic mirror
Magnifies all that defies
Common logic
Where I see things
Not to be believed
Conceived in
the anthology of the
Mystics mess left in
Anagogic faith
And recognize vague realities
Of tragic hues of advancing age
And the dim views
Of unsustained youth
Categories:
unsustained, age, allegory, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Words as offensive weapons
dwell on ugliness of bad-humored life.
Words as effective tools
dwell on beauty and truth
of good-humored health,
empowerment,
love.
Yet, swords become plowshares.
Plowshares are repurposed as unwieldy swords.
Regenerative intent becomes degenerative chaos.
Degenerative discontent becomes regenerate
tipping points
within silent complexity.
Can words become weapons
for active peace?
And still tools
quietly feeling unresolved
in silent external/internal wars?
Between curious ancient communioned minds
and courageous ego-independent bodies,
Between original health-tooled womb
memories
And today's wealth-weaponed tidal means,
unsustained strength
yet resiliently flowing ways,
transparent patriarchal dissonance
revoicing maternal confluence,
empowering vulnerability;
revolutionary stillness
actively listening
between quiet health-wombed rememories.
Wisely employed wellness tools
for feminist well-being weapons;
cooperatively-managed words
for hearing beatific Truths,
re-seeing Ways,
rekindling communicating Lives;
Revolutionary politics,
awesome economics,
wondrous revitalization,
compassionate communion.
Categories:
unsustained, earth, health, humanity, humor,
Form: Political Verse
Fire's fickle flare falls down
Rosy cheeks
with violent wet streaks
of fury shattered against the
shores of tragedy.
Hair torn, grace forlorn
feigning futile fights from last morn
now rendered pointless
by endless scorn.
Free flows follow fine lines
between sorrowful and happy times
bittersweet empty crimes
unsustained lies,
times terrible truths held to roost
smashing boundaries juiced
like sour limes.
Green, with envy
no longer gently held
behind dry mascara recently welled
and screams, so gleefully yelled
at who?
The vast verbal vindictive void,
the nothing, the emptiness
You held so deep, that only
passion could melt that frozen keep.
teeth gnashing like a spiked portcullis
holding back your mortal lips
from words so venomous they bring abyss.
- A journey started by a single kiss.
Categories:
unsustained, anger, feelings, kiss, relationship,
Form: Free verse
How somber the sky without stars
once filled with the reverie of tomorrow
removed by the drift of pain...that lingers
before falling down the face of sorrow
never to return...trails, left fading
dispersed by shadowed times
when paradise turned a world to gray
and death's hands clutched the throat of life
entering unannounced
offering a game of melancholy to the grieving
clinging to hope, unsustained, only borrowed
when moments spun and spun
in a dizzying form, melting, falling, tumbling
into a slow ebb of vanishing breath
washed away by welling orbs...drowning
from death's painful point of pain
when I knew my love was dying
and my heart lay on the banks of hell
as anguish claimed its victim
dragging me into the dim-lit realm of suffering
when her eyes closed
and tears poured and poured
from the weight of a lonely world
circling the feet of my despair
where I saw a reflection of a black sky
where stars once shined
3/3/18 contest Free verse on sadness
Categories:
unsustained, bereavement, emotions,
Form: Free verse