Posts Tagged ‘Despair’

If Poverty was a Man

Posted: January 22, 2016 in Poetry
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Finished draft.

If Poverty was a Man {Draft}


Wonder if the original message was maintained…
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Imagine this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?
We say he…
As one known tradition…
Tells of how he has caused so much pain…

Yet we tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Telling us the world is ours to take…
Make…and of course break…
Leave nothing but scraps for the next generations…
Often wondering who in the end will be paying…
For our misdeeds…?
Those damn shortsighted needs…
Leave so many aggrieved…

Watch their pleas…
Perhaps silently glee…
At just how great our own lives can be…
Not knowing…
Or perhaps ignoring…
The truth…
That we are He…
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If Poverty was a Man {Draft}

Posted: December 31, 2015 in Poetry
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Intro: A line from an old text re imagined…

Imagine if this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?

We tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Have we no sense of what’s happening…?

Extremism

Posted: December 4, 2015 in Mantras
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Why has extremism been mainstreamed globally..?

Ignored

Posted: November 27, 2015 in Poetry
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It’s true…
Feel like an outcast among strangers…
Common memory makers mark me with malaise…
My own “state” migrates with me wherever I go…
Forever being “The Other”…
Unable to slow…
Stay…
Wait…
My days repeat…
Don’t know what it means to be happy…
For the pursuit ends with me being on my knees…
Begging the Lord for some semblance of peace…
But how I see peace runs against all they see…
They don’t want me to be part of their humanity…
No one does!
Hence I’m left with so much love…
Unable to share with anyone!
For I have been judged…
Without one word being spoken…

Please don’t fear the way I am…
I only wish to make some friends…
I only wish to be your friend…

Turn their backs away…
Away…

Humility?

Posted: September 19, 2015 in Mantras
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Where is that line between having humility and having low self esteem?

Soliloquy II {Spoken}

Posted: September 7, 2015 in Poetry
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Intro: A very different take on the word Soliloquy. Was wondering if the prayers of a person ever get answered.
Or are we just screaming into the wind? As there may not be something or someone out there…
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All prayers should be…
The voice of a human…
Sounds of the Divine…

Try my best to understand…
The Divine plans…
Hour after hour…
Calling out Your Name in vain…
Still spend each night in prayer…

While the faithless ones point and laugh…
Claim me to be a fool…
And each day claim me to be the proof…
A clown who chooses to be duped…
By tales of Your greatness…

Pacing back and forth…
Asking the Lord why won’t you grant…
The demands of this penniless peasant man…
Your presence…
All Blank!
Reach me!?

Instead You seem to aggrieve me…
Over even the little good deeds…!
Of which I receive no peace…
Only brief fleeting moments of hope…
Shattered as soon as I get this close…

Feel abandoned by the Divine and fellow man…
The echo of love felt throughout…
Now an endless drought…
With no hope…
No choice…
But to shout…!

And receive no sound…
Only the signs that You don’t care…
Lost forever on my own…
While they all witness me fall…

Don’t Cry {Introduction}

Posted: September 1, 2015 in Poetry
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2J5ok_ywxs

Current inspiration…
Be who you are…
And no more…
For a life spent trying to please…
Too often leads to misery…

If he or she won’t let you be…
And treats you as some small piece of sweet…
As that taste leaves so quickly…
And leaves behind pain…

You will never feel at ease…
Trying to find peace…
In a being such as he/she…

Darling don’t cry…
Aint worth it…

Heaven for a Day I {Mass Appeal}

Posted: August 31, 2015 in Poetry
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One day…
Just one day…
One place…
Where we could be together again…
Where past

Could press my “fuzz” upon your smooth skin..
And Wish the woes away…
And restate with grace…
How much in love we are…
On this one day…

For one day…
All has been right…

But who am I to believe…?
To wish…
For what will never be…
For what only I’ve seen..
For this me isn’t me…
Real me can’t appease…
Real me must believe…
That being me is enough for you and me to be…

I pray…
All praise is to The Supreme…
To bring forth my selfish dreams…
You to be with me…
Even if you don’t wish us to be…
Heaven must be…
Heaven tells me…

My heaven…?

Intensity {Story in a Song}

Posted: July 28, 2015 in Poetry
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A dream…
For you to understand…
Just how much I care…

Language…
The choice of words…
Choice of verbs and phrases…
Makes for this way I feel..

That seems so odd…
How can one feel so strong…
Without the time needed to bond…
As if one touch releases all…

Perhaps there’s a cause…
Deep down inside…
I’ve felt lost…
Yet in you I see all the signs…
See you as the guide…
For my flows…

Knee deep in the throes…
Of being no more…
Yet the mere showing of you…

Apologies for being me…
But if there is only one person who could see…
The beauty in being me???
Or have I become so deluded…
As you remain quiet…
Uneasy…

Leaving me to wonder…
What have I shared…
That has lead to this blank stare…
Don’t you love me???

What have I done…
This glimpse of shared love…
Broken by my own trust…
Trust in you seeing me as I am…
And not the bits & pieces…
You fell for in the past…

Reduced to a pile of words…
Rummaging through what works…
And what tingles the nerves…
Pray back to when I could say no wrong…
While knowing what you’ll be saying now…

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We won’t work out…
All because of me..???
My combined pride and shame…
In being who I am…
Will let me take all the blame…

Yet I feel it’s your loss too…
Yet I feel you deserve no pain…
Only wish you wonder why…
We can’t be…

My intensity???
Burns all around me…

Will to Survive

Posted: March 18, 2015 in Poetry
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Intro: An older one that still stays relevant to this day.

Waking up stressed…All my pain starts to crest…So much so I can’t address it anymore…I want to let it overflow…Drown my soul…
But my prose refuses to let me fall so low…
Trembling…Writing that fatal line…Instead, instills the will in me to fight…No matter how hard the struggle…I refuse to buckle…This will we all must have…Some have so little…For them we have to watch over…

Refuse to let them give up…No matter how rough or tough or stuck…or out of luck…Never ever give up…No matter how down you are…No matter how far you got to go…Keep the your will stowed…bound to your soul…Show that you can take the abuses and emerge stronger…Survive…Survive…

I’m no stranger to depression…Seems each night I engage in a solo session of wondering whether I should just give up…? Looking up and down, and around for some inspiration…
I’m always mired in misery…Maybe I should act out my Suicide Diaries…My twisted belief tells me that the world would be a better place with one less face defined as me…Those types of thoughts continue to plague me…But I know they products of pain that will one day go away…I have this unbreakable faith that guides me through the rain till it shines…No matter how many binds I’m bound in…I refuse to lose…I choose to win in the end…

The will to survive through all the trials in life is built up over time…Each day I strive to live the best way I can…So no matter how bad the day is, I take solace in knowing I gave it my all…I refuse to let myself fall victim to this harsh system of putdowns, ignored and left-behinds…Each line a write will continue to emphasize living life…through all storms that threaten to knock me and you off course…Stay strong…We’ll all reach that calm shore…

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