Weariness, life-weariness
Begets what crawls in
As dimly, mouldy a feeling
But sees rottenness.
Breathe in slowly,
Relationships are feckless,
Emotions turn unholy,
Arguments leave us useless,
Time takes over wholly,
Hearts abused, we’re reckless
Life should be more holy,
Egos are not spotless,
Silence pulls closely,
So we are left breathless.
Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although furtively hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?
2024
Life’s weariness o’ertakes me
Each step demanding more
Calling forth a shivering strength
Leaning on a rickety fencepost
Turning its face from the stinging gale
Whispers of weakness winnowing resolve
Failing flames scorching a yellowed page
Darkness seeping from an idle pen
Even though it has been long yore,
time immemorial through unwillingness,
even though life can still may lure,
us how, somehow we should not loose such awareness,
of selves for that is a loss of touch,
and feeling that if it continues to weariness,
of course, habit forever will hold the heart.
A wearied abyss remained wild,
if you want to remain anyhow awhile,
within a non don't mind,
wind is a weather and there is a style,
now, proffer a thing of spiciness,
to exorcise dullness of life,
one thing with our conditions is forges.
Weariness this will wash away;
I am tired-
Though I am richer through my Faith;
I am tired-
Dismal, distance skies are gray;
I'm tired-
I am encouraged buy admitigation Grace at;
Adformation as I pray
Weariness will wash away
I was tired God and Jesus Reign;
I was tired-
I am encouraged over and over again;
Tired no more for-
I sought the Lord;
I am saved safe and saved;
I am tired no longer-
For weariness will wash away;
~
{A dedicated verse based on words from
-Quoth theRaven. }
3/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
i've grown weary
of this story
growing
weary
of this frame
oh so weary
of this cosmos
in which I got this name
and I can't remember why I came
I'm fearful for the leaving
can't seem to quit the game
oh how I love this loathsome body
I carry with me night and day
and when I look into the mirror
I see a stranger face
sweet solace sought in speaking
my wearisome refrain
no rest foreseen in sleeping
if I must wake again
in lukewarm purgatory
on waves that toss and strain
in sitcoms just repeating
weary lines and jokes again
and again
I FORGOT MY WEARINESS TODAY
TODAY I SMILED, THINGS DIDNT LOOK SO BAD
TODAY I SHARED WITH SOMEONE ELSE
A LITTLE BIT OF HOPE I HAD
I FORGOT MY WEARINESS TODAY
TODAY I SANG A LITTTLE SONG
AND FELT MY HEART GROW LIGHT
I WALKED A HAPPY 1/2 A MILE
CAUSE IF YOU KNEW ME YOU WOULD KNOW WHY
BUT NOT A CLOUD IN SIGHT
TODAY I WORKED WITH WHAT I HAD
AND LONGED FOR NOTHING MORE
TODAY I LOVED A LITTLE MORE
AND COMPLANINED A LITTLE LESS
AND IN THE GIVING OF MYSELF
I FORGOT MY WEARINESS.
Home is the refuge of our weariness,
an oasis only found in a calm desert,
that's where we feel safer at night...
when warmth restores confidence
in our God who has shown us delight;
under a universe dotted with stars,
we have made Earth our residence.
Home is the only earthly possession
we're allowed to take forgetting all pride;
here, we make memories shaping destiny,
and somewhere on this road our journey
must end as the others have through time...
handing down the torch of aspiration.
Home is the refuge of our weariness,
the safest place to lay down and rest...
but without one: dreams are not dreamt,
events aren't celebrated with excitement,
birthday candles aren't blown to make wishes,
holidays aren't bright without their cheerfulness.
Copyright ( c ) 20018 by Andrew Crisci
She woke to see another day,
Now she wakes to grief;
All the sunny days are gone,
With time that was the thief.
Once she rose to greet the dawn,
Now she hates to rise;
When she needs to greet the day,
She opens tired eyes.
Songbirds in the blossomed tree,
With flowers all unfurled;
Hold dreams that are not to be,
In her other world.
Why would she seek a higher place?
For alone she drifts right here;
Quiet in the nether parts,
With those who held her dear.
When twilight comes they rise,
Each familiar face;
Phantoms floating round her head,
Hold her spirit in embrace.
Now she wakes to greet the day,
To take a brand new breath;
Then recalls her need to sleep,
With the weariness of death
it is so early that birds are not chirping
sleep is evasive, dreams nonexistent
I am bathed in darkness, dressed in coldness
thoughts are heavy, speeding down congested corridors
will it always be this way?
weariness plagues me
my mind betrays
my heart weeps
Body exhausted from a day of work.
Aches, pains, soreness seeping from every inch of my being.
Mind is tired, weary, words fighting to come out.
Difficulty moving pen across paper.
So much to be said but no energy to allow the healing outpour to occur.
Eyes so heavy, a burden to keep them open, to keep them alert.
Restful sleep calling out to me, but I refuse to answer it's call.
Refusing it as if a lover begging for forgiveness.
My heart of hearts objecting the undeniable reality that it is time to close down
shop.
Recognizing my true mission to flow, to let go, to release all pent up within me.
Trying very hard to put up a good fight, to battle on.
The day drags into night, as I drag myself to bed.
Not totally admitting defeat, not relinquishing completely.
Just going to rest my eyes, lay my head down.
Plan in my mind to use the dawn to refresh me,
energize me,
until the next day befalls me renewed.
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