Things haven't gone my way
I put two years in the mix
But luck wasnt on my side they say
There is now too much to fix
Too many lost expecatations
"Just a disappointment"
Starting over
was not my intent
It hurts
More than anything
Looking at all of them
Succeding
And still pretending
To smile happily at everything
How do I make out
A silver lining in this cloud
It has swallowed me whole
I want to scream
There's nobody to hear
Empty chaos runs inside me
The volcano is ready to erupt
I can't control it
An awaited catastrophy
My face wants to break
Into a thousand pieces
My wrists want to bleed
Save me for the stichtes
I have pulled out all my hairs
My head is swollen
Slammed into a wall
Outside a smiling face
Inside a broken doll
I can't do it
I don't deserve happiness
I am happy with regret.
Mamdani’s bankrupting New York
Chicago’s Mayor’s a big dork
They both raise taxes
Each city collapses
In every road there’s a new fork
This soul has endured the wrath of time,
Offered prayers at resentment's shrine.
Lead by one's thoughts down the altar,
And witnessed its union with guilt without falter.
When the sun sat on the burning pyre of regrets,
The ashes of assumption blanketed the night's onset.
The faceless guests applauded at its suffering,
While this soul raised a toast, bleeding.
The first dance came to be on the trampled remains,
Of its younger selves bound by memories' chains.
The white of its gown glowed red,
With each passing thorn left unfelt.
But when the vows were exchanged in silence,
With all of the world's tenderness and patience,
This soul promised to look after every version of the self,
The good, the bad, the ugly, and even the one that stayed twelve.
It learned to love the world around it once more,
For it had let go of the hurt nestled in its core.
"The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive",
Thus it began with oneself — breaking this cycle of grief.
labyrinth of emotions
punching my way out
scratched up fists
Living life dreaming
is not an escape or a defense,
it's finding a real way out...
.
No Way Out
A genie in the bottle to grant my wishes—
I’m drifting,
looking for the red exit sign.
My desire for freedom waning
like the moon reflected in hues of blue
on the glass
of a Klein bottle:
A line begins,
yet never ends,
curling inward,
outward.
The terrarium of my life
shelved between the dust motes of indifference—
dancing ill-conceived clichés in soporific sunbeams—
it’s a mere curiosity …
Words chocked back,
thoughts lost
in the
labyrinth …
Life is full of thorns
Enjoy life no matter what
There's a way out here.
No out
A man coming home from work saw a shadow
a figure leaning against a dead olive polishing
his hoofs and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, you are too young to harvest
he then took a plane to Madrid
where he got employment at a legal office.
the first day, he knocked on the door
death sat in the chair and said
from now on, you are my helper
Go back home and dispose of your parents and their
time has come, greatly disturbed
the man took a plane home
and the death was leaning against an olive tree
a shadow on a sunny autumnal
day. In the house, his parents said they had buried
their son, but they did not see or hear him,
and the man knew that henceforward he was
Death`s little helper.
Now again, someone upstairs,
and somewhere on a bus
headed somewhere in Louisiana
where it is one a.m.
eyes mind thy business
while pyramid in the sky
shows well it’s lessons and then
out wild and naked
in the Nevada sun,
the dark green grass
and the funeral,
where a police car prowls past and says
“Don’t you know you’ll freeze?”
then their faces turn yellow
and blood pours out the mouth
on this calm night that
brought cool to the Summer.
Waiting on Storefront Nowhere America
but there are still plenty of trains and lightning.
Wind and rain still relentless.
There is no easy way to die,
Nor to love the unlovable,
Nor to bear the weight of silent tears
That rise like waves against the shore.
I am growing tired, my voice is lost
In the winds that carry dreams away,
And I long for rest, for peace of mind,
For solace beneath the stars.
I love my country, though it grieves,
The land I cherish, wild and free,
Its fields and rivers, mountains tall,
The gentle growth of every tree.
Spread out the moon, the stars, the sea,
And let them wash away this ache—
To hold my land, to hold the night,
And in the dark, to find my way.
There once was a dame in New York
Who plugged her hole with a cork
Some thought her insane
For not wanting a wean
But she still got one from a stork
Depression for the male is alive and well
It’s time to tell the story of the male and
How to get out of depression when
He has a pale outlook on life
The first reality is to go to God
You must go back to your Source
This will enforce the union that belongs to you
The second reality you need is to exercise
Using the gym enhances your outlook and
A feel-good man has a plan
The third reality
You need to have a purpose
Men need to work and
Maximize their skills
The fourth reality
A male needs a loving family
He is not only here to provide a roof and pay bills
Depression for the male is alive and well
But there is a way for him to win
Life can often spin us around
Yet he can get out of depression
The teaching
Is not in the preaching
But in following the way
How you are each day
It is in how you live
How much of you are you willing to give
The kindness you show
To help others to grow
It is about compassion
Not the latest fashion
Lending a helping hand
Being the one that can understand
No room for hate
Do not let that be our fate
Never to late
To let love lead our way
Starting today
Does not matter if your rich or poor
Love is an open door
To a better tomorrow
Beyond our sorrow
We are all of the human race
Of hate there should be no trace
No disgrace
To show the love you feel
To help others heal
Be a guide post showing the way
Towards a new day
what I need is add
some of my poems and am glad
are those which i had
Will add some of these
as other new poems.
when we will allege
should be able to besiege
poems gain much prestige
when we realize
exhausted all of our tries
won to our surprise
After watching football game.
when we saw stampede
first fast horse has been in lead
which is what they need
when in a cluster
some were stolen by hustler
horse had much luster
when following star
searching for Jesus they are
wisemen way out far
when Jesus was born
may have been early one morn
His love did adorn
world never the same
Jesus would save lame and maim
from heaven he came
would sing song of praise
while sheep and cattle did graze
God has many ways
when fire would burn
learned about Jesus return
which is what we yearn
God is always great
see His Son will be our fate
which we anticipate
So which one is the best.
The only way out is in
You can't run away from yourself
Either could you hide from your soul
Even your body can't hide from your shadow
So give yourself it needs
Cos there is no peace in confusion
There is no joy in darkness
So stand tall and face who you are
You can't ignore your destiny
You can't be better with out your star
And if you go otherwise don't forget
The only way out is in
The only way out is in
There is no other way to grow
If you are not in touch with your soul
If you are not in contact with your spirit
If you don't use your mind power
If you don't respect your body
You can't be stronger without yourself
So understand who you are
Stay with yourself always
Be who you are
If truly you want to live
Stay always in touch with yourself cos
The only way out is in
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