#powerlessness - Hello Poetry

O celestial mountain, let me climb the stairs of patience that the immortal front may be birthed anew. Cover thyself with the robe of the Ancient Root, and with the Hood of the Worlds, that you may hearken to the winds of mystery and the tremors of the stock of oneness. Suffer time to pass thee by that the eternal sun may shine upon thee. Let the Mother of Eternity give thee nourishment at the seat of powerlessness.

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC

ChadYoung

Divine Cupbearer

O celestial mountain, let me climb the stairs of patience that the immortal front may be birthed anew. Cover thyself with the robe of the Ancient Root, and with the Hood of the Worlds, that you may hearken to the winds of mystery and the tremors of the stock of oneness. Suffer time to pass thee by that the eternal sun may shine upon thee. Let the Mother of Eternity give thee nourishment at the seat of powerlessness.

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I don’t think I am writing Anything of consequence So is it worth it, emit I watch the news I hear That millions are without work What can I do with this, misfit I sit in my little ivory tower Worried about my little bit I don’t know how to, unfit Is the world about to fall Will the leaders stand up tall I hope that good comes, sunlit Fortunate I feel still in awe I am living through a pandemic I never thought I’d be, submit I will manage to keep calm And try to reach a bit Writing is all I can do, ********

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC

autilove

So Is It Worth It

I don’t think I am writing Anything of consequence So is it worth it, emit I watch the news I hear That millions are without work What can I do with this, misfit I sit in my little ivory tower Worried about my little bit I don’t know how to, unfit Is the world about to fall Will the leaders stand up tall I hope that good comes, sunlit Fortunate I feel still in awe I am living through a pandemic I never thought I’d be, submit I will manage to keep calm And try to reach a bit Writing is all I can do, ********

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Numbing comfort bubbles (are), tools of a privileged struggle, like staring, lost, into the flames. They keep me warm, so; throw on the bodies, the trees, it's all the same. There's one flowing stream that never dries up, babbling drugs sports desire. If I don't douse myself from this stream, babbling bubbles, I'll catch on fire. But then, eventually, we all burn on His pyre. Cold comfort, keeping others warm.

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC

brokencellar

Tools of a Priviledged Struggle

Numbing comfort bubbles (are), tools of a privileged struggle, like staring, lost, into the flames. They keep me warm, so; throw on the bodies, the trees, it's all the same. There's one flowing stream that never dries up, babbling drugs sports desire. If I don't douse myself from this stream, babbling bubbles, I'll catch on fire. But then, eventually, we all burn on His pyre. Cold comfort, keeping others warm.

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Take to the skies, your leader dreams, limit the attitudes That weigh you down for, remember, punishment is grounding On what stone you find purchase, Know your head may float on− Anything you want today figures in dollars and sense, For crimes unknown between me and Adam, Anything you want tomorrow, by God, is recompense; Till the earth from whence you came− Sanity and health are luxuries to the virtual yeoman Who wishes day after day to see those legs rise, One after the other, fancies of make−believe clash with Laws of take−believe, of grit and wealth− They say, live happy, make your destination, Your goals, your strength, your perseverance To really think success off The table of what you can achieve And place more stock in the invisible hands that Usher a wretch like me− Teamwork, the qualitative change needed to quit a pride No words can succeed to encase, Focuses its hatred when given positive chance (But never can quite dull the edge of self−worth) Your victories today are given answer: limit Love to fullest soar, my actions, my purpose Of leader−effort greatly cherish What all the Haves deem mine− Let not sin color your pay, For they know best; slaves dare not reach Beyond what they imagine we celebrate Strung aligned by ebbs and flows Of mankind’s cold regard And, in humbled separation, find we move together− This life we do determine to be endlessly new, 110% unreal work, supernatural labor, Why wait for the ineffable dreams, the !!! dreams, When they are nothing but a hurtful difference, Hard to give up, hard to ring true− Every person, me, you, suffice, surfeit on discipline, Put, now, what priorities they’ve found better Toward the hard line of the bottom, The earth, quick with clouds pitch Cooling the heads as the cores explode Every winter, a winner opportunity As raging ice and hellfire forests Dot the mountains called I− The successful follow those who’ve achieve Those leader dreams, the calmly rational, the spoken articulate To its first day of life after disaster− I’m doing time, wasting mine at the boss’ door: Expect to keep your passions in the heart, And off those tired, sordid fingertips.

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Sep 29, 2019

Sep 29, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC

jp-goss

327. Found Poetry #2: Letters from the Break Room

Take to the skies, your leader dreams, limit the attitudes That weigh you down for, remember, punishment is grounding On what stone you find purchase, Know your head may float on− Anything you want today figures in dollars and sense, For crimes unknown between me and Adam, Anything you want tomorrow, by God, is recompense; Till the earth from whence you came− Sanity and health are luxuries to the virtual yeoman Who wishes day after day to see those legs rise, One after the other, fancies of make−believe clash with Laws of take−believe, of grit and wealth− They say, live happy, make your destination, Your goals, your strength, your perseverance To really think success off The table of what you can achieve And place more stock in the invisible hands that Usher a wretch like me− Teamwork, the qualitative change needed to quit a pride No words can succeed to encase, Focuses its hatred when given positive chance (But never can quite dull the edge of self−worth) Your victories today are given answer: limit Love to fullest soar, my actions, my purpose Of leader−effort greatly cherish What all the Haves deem mine− Let not sin color your pay, For they know best; slaves dare not reach Beyond what they imagine we celebrate Strung aligned by ebbs and flows Of mankind’s cold regard And, in humbled separation, find we move together− This life we do determine to be endlessly new, 110% unreal work, supernatural labor, Why wait for the ineffable dreams, the !!! dreams, When they are nothing but a hurtful difference, Hard to give up, hard to ring true− Every person, me, you, suffice, surfeit on discipline, Put, now, what priorities they’ve found better Toward the hard line of the bottom, The earth, quick with clouds pitch Cooling the heads as the cores explode Every winter, a winner opportunity As raging ice and hellfire forests Dot the mountains called I− The successful follow those who’ve achieve Those leader dreams, the calmly rational, the spoken articulate To its first day of life after disaster− I’m doing time, wasting mine at the boss’ door: Expect to keep your passions in the heart, And off those tired, sordid fingertips.

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It's as though through letting ideas slip away into nothingness I've died countless times: unrealised, unfulfilled, unsatisfied. Their last scream of agony devoid of substance, reverberates through me, Reminding me that I've neglected to death that which could've filled me. I sit alone quietly watching, An ego of sand trickles down each grain a like on a tweet, a seen video. Aren't they really smart? The people who make these things? Promised to make me golden, And I am, indeed. Just as cold and saleable as that. NO no, I keep trying to claw my way out. It's taking too long, why isn't it working? Hands getting weaker? Nails dulling out? Or maybe I've never had anything sharp on myself to begin with. The worst is that I'm not alone in this And most of you seem content. Living being made to obey With grains of dopamine being thrown around as we dance to catch each in our mouths. Not much different from these poor animals at the circus. Let's cut this short. Aim big and don't expect a praise or prize soon after you start. People aren't brands and brands aren't people. Let's learn to enjoy the ride more than the destination. Good luck, I believe in me, I believe in you.

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC

BurningLilacs

Resolve is steel, gold is dull

It's as though through letting ideas slip away into nothingness I've died countless times: unrealised, unfulfilled, unsatisfied. Their last scream of agony devoid of substance, reverberates through me, Reminding me that I've neglected to death that which could've filled me. I sit alone quietly watching, An ego of sand trickles down each grain a like on a tweet, a seen video. Aren't they really smart? The people who make these things? Promised to make me golden, And I am, indeed. Just as cold and saleable as that. NO no, I keep trying to claw my way out. It's taking too long, why isn't it working? Hands getting weaker? Nails dulling out? Or maybe I've never had anything sharp on myself to begin with. The worst is that I'm not alone in this And most of you seem content. Living being made to obey With grains of dopamine being thrown around as we dance to catch each in our mouths. Not much different from these poor animals at the circus. Let's cut this short. Aim big and don't expect a praise or prize soon after you start. People aren't brands and brands aren't people. Let's learn to enjoy the ride more than the destination. Good luck, I believe in me, I believe in you.

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I hate realizing I forgot to take my meds. I don’t mind taking them. I need them to pretend I can function. And forgetting until the next morning can be brutal, but I get right up and start again. But when I realize they didn’t slide down my throat and enter my bloodstream in the middle of the day, or halfway through the time of night when magic unfolds and destruction happens, I’m reminded of something. I’m reminded that these small, white discs with an indent down the middle are the only thing keeping me from climbing the tallest building and taking a deep breath. I’m reminded that I’m not in control. I’m reminded that I wouldn’t want it if I had it. - by Aleksander Mielnikow

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Mar 2, 2019

Mar 2, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC

AlekthePoet

Lapse

I hate realizing I forgot to take my meds. I don’t mind taking them. I need them to pretend I can function. And forgetting until the next morning can be brutal, but I get right up and start again. But when I realize they didn’t slide down my throat and enter my bloodstream in the middle of the day, or halfway through the time of night when magic unfolds and destruction happens, I’m reminded of something. I’m reminded that these small, white discs with an indent down the middle are the only thing keeping me from climbing the tallest building and taking a deep breath. I’m reminded that I’m not in control. I’m reminded that I wouldn’t want it if I had it. - by Aleksander Mielnikow

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To openly relinquish vulnerabilities, having found love will likely be present in advance Being in love, will challenge defenses making present vulnerabilities Fating the present after liberating vulnerabilities, ensures a relief to drop defenses, and a willingly surrender to love

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC

JudLove

Present Vulnerable Love

To openly relinquish vulnerabilities, having found love will likely be present in advance Being in love, will challenge defenses making present vulnerabilities Fating the present after liberating vulnerabilities, ensures a relief to drop defenses, and a willingly surrender to love

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In the crazy busyness of the day where electric sounds suffuse, even a little chat is often a freeway of words and noise. And in the midst, he tells me “Just be yourself.” There I am in the small space of silence being undone with nothing to say while I wonder what self. A friend tells me they’re getting a divorce. The doctor says the tests are positive. I watch: the surge of floods taking homes and lives or images of smoke and debris right after a bombing. After a real serious play or movie. In the waiting room after I hear she is going to die. In those lonely tiny spaces of darkness I cannot speak. In those aftermath moments I am silenced. How do I react to being out of control or make these things normal or fit them into my routine ways of being me? Silence asserts itself like a wild animal I cannot tame. At these intervals of being powerless I hope I do not miss the chance to humbly bow in silence and embrace my humanity and smallness in the cosmos where it is utterly trivial to just be my self.

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Aug 30, 2018

Aug 30, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC

glenn-currier

Just be yourself...???

In the crazy busyness of the day where electric sounds suffuse, even a little chat is often a freeway of words and noise. And in the midst, he tells me “Just be yourself.” There I am in the small space of silence being undone with nothing to say while I wonder what self. A friend tells me they’re getting a divorce. The doctor says the tests are positive. I watch: the surge of floods taking homes and lives or images of smoke and debris right after a bombing. After a real serious play or movie. In the waiting room after I hear she is going to die. In those lonely tiny spaces of darkness I cannot speak. In those aftermath moments I am silenced. How do I react to being out of control or make these things normal or fit them into my routine ways of being me? Silence asserts itself like a wild animal I cannot tame. At these intervals of being powerless I hope I do not miss the chance to humbly bow in silence and embrace my humanity and smallness in the cosmos where it is utterly trivial to just be my self.

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