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Onen Aaron Poem
RAGE
A smolder, a flicker into being it’s born
It’s not a process for time is obsolete
A true ‘’pop out of the blue’’ like the saying goes
It’s trigger at the ready deep in our emotions
Rage we call it
Give it a thought; you could predict its path
A half baked prediction you will reach at
That I can promise you
You expect it but never know its true form
Like a smoke it smolders with no permanent form
For that’s its true toxic nature…unpredictability
Rage we call that toxin, a most suitable name indeed
I embraced it myself once or twice
It was truly a bitter creation
Oh I still feel it; I still feel the poison ravage through me
Contemplating, I can’t help but feel a presence
The presence of a demon in us all
A demon of spontaneous rage
The victims a fleshy bulls eye they are
Invisible the damages appears
Yet deep the toxin runs
By it a man gets unmanned savagely
A woman left with nothing but shredded emotions
A child left looking towards a sorrowful future
Oh rage humanity’s self doom
So swift it comes and even swifter it leaves
An everlasting mark it leaves
A mark so deep, it’s a passionate hate
Such power there is no escape from it
The best of us have crumbled before it
And crumble more will
For that’s rage, a distasteful part of the human equation
An Original Composition by O. Aaron
Inspired by my father’s rage
Copyright © Onen Aaron | Year Posted 2017
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Up the hill upon a rickety stool
I watched afloat
With clouds of lonesomeness for company
The richest streams flow
From a source of dreams they come
The wails a song so rich, yet the reality of the source so poor
Oh! Oh! Destiny unfulfilled, regrets come to life
It is a clash of reality that was, reality that is and reality yet to be
Hope, the fight that is our nature faintly lingers
Can he go on? Where is his chance? Does it exist at all?
With a chest heave and a pinch of optimism, the stage is set for reality yet to be
With the strings of destiny for a guide
Tomorrow takes root in the present
It is not his chance, destiny repeats it’s self
Oh! Oh! Destiny is yet again unfulfilled
Regrets roots even deeper and the clash continues like it never was
An endless loop of dreams flowing as tears
For that is the controversial destiny of the majority living and hoping for a destiny of the minority
Onen Aaron
Copyright © Onen Aaron | Year Posted 2021
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STRUGGLE OF A SOUL
On a rocky cliff I stand and barren it all seems
For miles its stretches, hopelessly still it lies
Oh my world how fast you crumble all around me
A stitch here, some glue there perhaps it will hold a bit longer
Oh my! I worry. Will it last?
Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally happiness is mine but wait…. It’s just a dream, an apparition
It’s a storm. A storm I tell you. A storm of broken hope
A shade darker the future goes bleak
Weep oh child of clay weep
Destiny looms tall and menacing in front of you
From the west it comes
The gods must have me marked for sure
And there it is again. That spark, perhaps it’s the end I feel
Could it be? Could it? No it can’t be, it just can’t
Doubt and fear becomes allies
Reborn a new life struggles to take root
Logic in miracle’s clothing my mind perceives
Inevitable we must embrace belief
To believe or not she is here at last
Breath child of clay, breath. She aims you for greatness
Original Composition by AARON.O
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????????????????
Eons ahead it seems to stretch
All promising, your life ahead of you
All clear and uncertain the future seems
A ping of excitement explodes in you
Whenever that gracefulness floats by
But no, you tell yourself
Then there it is again
The dawn of realization bites with a sting
You’re all caught up, you’re trapped
Oh God, ’’you say’’…..this is wonderful
Beauty, beautiful, blissful, passionate!
You yearn for it, the craving
Up and up it shoots in magnitude
She is the one you know it
Complete is that feeling
Apart of you she is, she has to be
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Your heart goes
The angel floats by again
That must be it, you finally understand
You’re in love, in love with a goddess
Original composition by AARON.O
Copyright © Onen Aaron | Year Posted 2017
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LA PITTURA
A unique painting we are born
A shadow of unorthodox brush stroke we appear
Thrust into a display we enter the world
Unsure and naive we stand proud
A unique painting our glory is short lived
We are a different brush stroke the world senses
The pride we once had was surely an illusion
With a wave of disappointment our canvas falls
A unique painting no more we appear
An understanding the world lacks of us
But unique we truly are
The realization is a powerful overwhelming color of emotions
A unique painting our humanity is reborn
Like a beacon of hope we shine
A blessing we cover the planet
Humanity at its best, that’s the uniqueness we have
Original Composition by Aaron.O
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The tunes of my cries goes
Why the breathe, the life?
A question that has creapt its way in and taken root into my very soul
At times a wail but mostly a cry to be freed of it all
Why?
No recollection of a choice but here i breath
So fluid life goes yet i fight the reality of conciousness
A fight of seemingly boudless choices but non exists
Why?
I take consolidation in an inevitable end but when?
Not beyond a childlike wrinkly existence but hoping for less yet clinging on for more
The hypocrisy, the cowardice and double standard is a shame i carry
Why?
One day...could be now, a minute a head or more time than i hoped for, it shall all come to a conclusion
Hopefully soon but not too soon
By Aaron Onen
Copyright © Onen Aaron | Year Posted 2025
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