"acedia" poems
Luxuria (Lust)
Asmodeus demon of lust
carnal manipulator
****** captor
Castitas (Chastity)
Embracing virtue
honorable wholesomeness
not through one’s weakness
Gula (Gluttony)
The egocentricity
with which the Lord of the flies
upon us relies
Temperantia (Temperance)
practicing restraint
prudence to judge with regard
remaining on guard
Avaritia (Greed)
The Mammon demon
controlling the warmonger
with vows of power.
Caritas (Charity)
Crave unselfishness
give unreserved empathy
love and sympathy
Acedia (Sloth)
Deny grace and God
so evil shall become fact
when we fail to act
Industria (Diligence)
Fortitude is a must
persistence in conviction
zealous for passion
Ira (Wrath)
In its purest form
presents violence and hate
Satan’s fate
Patientia (Patience)
mercy to haters
receiving the grace to forgive
rewards are massive
Superbia (Pride)
Lucifer’s downfall
for excessive vanity
destroys humility
Humanitas (Kindness)
Sympathy without bias
belief without bitterness
inspire kindness
Invidia (Envy)
resentful passion
an insatiable desire
potent cause of dire
Humilitas (Humility)
think of yourself less
and not think less of yourself
don’t exalt oneself
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
Oblivion
A pleasure
A bliss
An acedia
Remembrance is a pain
Despise hurts
Offensive repugnance
Oblivion
A blessing
A sovereignty
An ******
To let mind dwell away
The Earth, carved with misery and desolation
Oblivion
A labyrinth of tranquility
A quest for placidity
A warfare out of blue
A cure of the old wounds
But not to neglect your mortal shield
As oblivion is addictive
You'll crave for soft darkness
As you embark on a journey to Lethe
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
*We slipped into our socks, eyes were closed
Soaking boldly within us, acedia's warm coat
View the clement fate, endless reaches cold
Every step lead to atrophy past the belt post*
______
*City's first pinching, whipped us into a storm
They pin down our wings so we'd conform
Every breath is an option to plummet or soar
Yet like a moth, i'm drifting down to the floor*
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Confined with restlessness.
And yet we struggle.
It ***** you from becoming.
Like a daffodil thief, they say.
The shadows will lure you.
From the darkness you made.
What is worth to live then,
When love was so elusive.
And beauty was perfected.
Is it to sacrifice, or to obey?
Which options do you fancy?
Unfamiliar faces
and more aching angles
where is your bliss,
when passion was misplaced
Until the times that I would gladly fall.
And to where my shepherd meets me.
let life be a mystery
And a mess to those who persecutes it.
When evil must be known
from the nature of good.
If I died and went to heaven...
what then am I afraid of?
Just think of me, my Lord.
like whom you are to me.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 3:27 AM UTC
If I had religion, and it pulsed through my veins like it does in some,
I'd recant all the sins I have committed since I met you:
Lust, envy, pride, wrath, greed, and gluttony.
But instead I decant the Seven Deadly Sins inside of me:
Lust, envy, pride, wrath, greed, and gluttony,
Everything except the acedia that you stole away forever.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Ancillary Artery Athena
An Abstract Apparition
Attracting Adorned Artistry
Adamant Affection
Abdicated Acedia
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
GULA
Castor and Pollux
joined forever at the hip.
I could split myself
into two halves just
so they could each get a taste.
I will etch into
both their ribs and lungs
so when they exhale, it’s my
name that warms their breath.
ACEDIA
I have done nothing
but consult oracles to
find a solution
and like Oedipus
I will sit here on my throne
to repeat fathers'
sins. Dear God, am I
the miasma that reeks here?
Would I change, if so?
LUXURIA
Eros and Psyche
have yet to match us, dear boys.
In confessional,
I speak of the flesh-
bruised like rotting fruit, marks
of desperate youth.
Heads bowed in prayer,
this is Dionysiac
ritual madness.
AVARITIA
Will Hades greet me?
If I spit coins from my mouth,
will the ferryman
take pity on me?
He must know my odyssey.
This is déjà vu,
a fable passed down
by generations. A hymn,
Homeric and worn.
IRA
Adonis river
runs red like veins filled with blood.
The anemones
for my two brothers,
a crown for each of them to
decorate their heads
before guts are spilled.
I know this will end in war,
no glory for me.
INVIDIA
Heroes never die,
they say. So was Heracles
jealous of Linus?
To know forever,
to escape the throes of death
sounds like Hell to me.
What lives on except
curses and their tragedy?
I am no hero.
SUPERBIA
I will take my fire,
let it blaze until I die.
Prometheus would
have been proud of me.
Maybe from this, I will kindle
something from the heat:
Write poems in ash,
for the ones I have scalded,
or the ones I love.
(Maybe those two things
are not unlike after all.
Maybe so, maybe not.)
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
an orphan in and out of homes connected only by sleep.
a quiet nine months.
your brother in the cab of a snowplow.
a clear plastic fork carried up
your mother’s bare calf.
sister cursing the power company. sister spinning
with her palm
the ceiling fan. her body lifted
into the arms of the father
you’ve always had.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
exquisitely righteous to have the embodiment
of each and every one
standing before me
for all to see
packaged up (I can't say neat and tidy....but all in one place anyway)
it seems reasonable that one person has one or two
but to find them all in one place....
astonishing
I see you
*Superbia
Avaritia
Luxuria
Invidia
Gula
Ira
Acedia*
they all ring true as they emanate out of you
we all know what happened to Ursula
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Acedia
My god it's 3 in the afternoon
And still I have yet to move,
My slothful torso
Curling into a comma
To hide my face from what rests
Beyond my maroon sheets.
Avaritia
I want to enjoy this moment
Without feeling guilt
For letting the sunlight
Filter through my black curtains
Onto my fuzzy, outstretched legs.
Superbia
There are some days
When I refuse to let myself
Have this
Peace.
Today is not that day.
The knowledge makes me smile.
Softly.
Gula
I rose only once
To make orange spice tea
And to eat sugar cookies
With lemon frosting.
They're delicious, and I can't be
Brought to care
That I won't be burning
Them off later.
Luxuria
I sometimes wish,
Fleetingly,
That I had someone to share
This feeling with.
Someone to curl into
Quotations with.
I sigh into my pillow,
Slowly.
Ira
I grow upset with myself
For wanting something -
For wanting anything -
I see red,
But only for a moment.
I couldn't have this peace,
I knew as much,
So the heat quickly fades.
Invidia
Still, the people who
Allow themselves such
Simple pleasure,
Such halcyon,
Are who I wish to be.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
my hell is restlessness
restless indifference, acedia,
because the heart of the wanderer rests in travel and movement
and to not move is to be constantly at motion
never ceasing, heart still beating
but not in peace.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
We live, We Rot,
We also die,
We born to seek the truth,
but live in a lie,
To live in forever youth,
Maybe the end is nigh,
and extinction is insight,
Living by the Government orders,
Everything filmed by phones and camcorders,
Fighting against the system,
Destroying all that is wisdom,
I laugh at everything I see on social media,
Cause I don't want to live in a state of acedia,
I am done with the hypocrites,
to be like the army of offended termites,
See I don't lie about being an hyprocite,
There's nothing that I will not admit,
See you think that violence will be the change,
Like a mosh pit to the metal/rock scene,
See I think that violence will never be the change,
Cause the government always wants the votes at the voting machine,
Cause it doesn't fit the cultures at the firing range,
Cause history is full of dirt, so is the future,
nothing that can be cleaned via a washing machine,
Cause let face it, Humanity is an infected wound that needs a suture,
Cause it always about disagreements on skin colour and culture,
First breath to the last, final air exchange,
Bullet to the face, arm, chest, body, beauty changer,
Even Makeup might make a dog still look like it got the mange,
Everyone still in somewhat sort of danger,
See Beauty is not skin deep, it is everything about you,
in life, your either hot or ugly, but one thing at the end we all turn blue,
See you can be hot, but with an attitude of I get what I desire,
Leave you petty and god **** ugly,
See you can be hot, but with an attitude of I can be a classifier,
Leave you looking like a slow hair growth, pretty stubbly,
See you can be ugly, but with an attitude of I work for what I have,
Can leave you pretty and **** hot,
See you can be ugly, but with an attitude of what I have, I also gave,
Can see a woman or a man, that won the lot,
Cause prettiness is worked and earn, respected,
Cause ugliness is sang and burnt, upon reflected,
Often sang by the death choir,
Burnt and set in fire,
Religion is the hateful community,
So is every other community that is a crier,
from the LGBTQ+, Black, Asian, White, It all in disunity,
Slanging matches, slanging arrows, at each other,
Murdering a family, ****** the mother,
Murdering a family, ****** the father,
Murdering a family, ****** the daughter,
Murdering a family, ****** the son,
Murdering a family, ****** the baby,
Murdering a gang, blood brothers,
Murdering a era, one after another,
Education is just a cover,
Truths to discover,
Coffin, Soil just a ground cover,
A Chariot in flames rode by an winged hussar,
Cause communities, cults are all dangerous,
Beliefs, Cultures, Styles will all end in obtaining the justice,
Maybe it Covid, Maybe it us, that was the start of the end,
of a Humane extinction purpose
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC