salvation for fickle heart
You were a rainbow for my rain.
Remedy to my pain.
Though we have chosen to go our separate ways.
I have returned to my self-pity cage.
I am afraid of what it has done to me.
I get lost in thoughts, and it is hard to get out of it.
Sleepless nights and these red blurred eyes.
Made me realize that you were my shining knight.
I didn't mean the thing that I had said to you.
Though I probably don't deserve it.
Please forgive me and take me in with you.
Give me a chance to make it up to you.
salvation for fickle heart
You were a rainbow for my rain.
Remedy to my pain.
Though we have chosen to go our separate ways.
I have returned to my self-pity cage.
I am afraid of what it has done to me.
I get lost in thoughts, and it is hard to get out of it.
Sleepless nights and these red blurred eyes.
Made me realize that you were my shining knight.
I didn't mean the thing that I had said to you.
Though I probably don't deserve it.
Please forgive me and take me in with you.
Give me a chance to make it up to you.
The Poet's Curse
Flooded mind in an arid desert existence
my oasis is a
square peg in Maslows hierarchy.
feed me paper plated possibilities
while my lungs burn
for ink stained atmosphere.
Outsider,
silent observer and undesignated critic -
the ticking never stops
without poetic deconstruction
of societal wastleland shaped bombs.
Born into this
I decry my morbid existence,
spent in solitude
spent in hunger,
as amorphous animalistic anger
festers until light rises
out of clear sighted verses.
Torpefied torment only cured
by hospitalized hour handed
time spent,
without relent
in my parabolic chair
of destined empathic expression.
Born into this,
my perennial poets curse
Random thougts
I don't know what I am seeking.
Answer to all those questions?
Or questions to answer?
Am I lost?
Or
I want to be lost?
Sometimes I am a genius.
And sometimes just another fool.
Clueless
I went on a search.
Searching for the meaning of life
More I went seeking it
I became oblivion of it.
Now I have encountered nothingness.
I perceive nothingness within everything.
It has consumed me.
I am now nothing.
I Lost
I am suffocating in my expectations.
I am drowning in my hopelessness.
I am lost and want to cry.
But tears won't come out of my eyes.
I feel like I am stuck at this moment.
With utter hopelessness and bewilderment.
I am tired and want to quit.
But I can't muster the courage to do it.
I guess I am what all those people call, a loser.
A sore loser who lost to himself.
Sacred Vibrations
The blessed harp
Sacred instrument,
of healing, and art,
power of vibration,
touches numerous,
levels of spiritual,
internal parts
Gentle resonant,
mellow cascading,
reverberating
Crystal clear,
sounding board,
wooden box,
and, strings,
played by the wind
Aeolian harp,
sending,
musical vibrations,
restoring and,
reviving the body,
rejuvenate,
like fine art,
reconcile music therapy,
providing,
sequential memory,
and, recall from the start,
release exploration,
of emotions
You will surely use your,
gross and, fine motor
motions,
improving respiration,
helping to lower,
the pressure,
improved cardiac output,
no stresser
Beautiful harp,
hearing no pressure,
just soothing,
holistic pleasure...
Dirty Angel
Some time there are miracles that come
Not quite as you expect
Nor instantaneously
Some are consistent
Persistant and vivaciously pursuant
While being swallowed by the world
He was always somewhere mysteriously watching or helping
Secretly I would cry and always hed wipe my tears
Never as is but he was as he was
Thru my personal sturggles trials and tribulations
Always throwing a patch from afar on my wound
I thought i had a lot of secret angels that like of an army but he is ONE
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Nights of severity
Trembling mouth silence; I'm excited! A crypt-grimacing smile freezes on my walrus face! Fear undulates on my eyelid roller coaster - the pain of my awakening often torments me! A crouching shadow rubs against me in the cell cage of the yellow-lit Moonworld, creeping quietly; bleeding victims redeemed melancholy-regards myself fate greeted back to me! My soul, vomiting in the midst of doubts, sips greedy, ominous sounds!
With vigilant patience you could still understandably wait for My Beloved! Everything around me is One and Indivisible: I have also ended in the limits of Finality! Unattainable goals judge my head every day and blame my missed, achievable opportunities: gravity settles on my heart troubled with distressed pain; dead frozen kayak-loneliness illuminates my face! "I'd be hiding behind the cramped cover of my body, even if I could!" I...