"afflicts" poems
The distant hollow of the high mountain pass
swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound
behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes
Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward
across the evergreens outstretched dimming,
beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide
Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight,
each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past,
transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure
The lazy days of summer escape unbounded,
nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before;
evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld
and the memory of the fragrance they exhale
The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied
by the truths a human heart beholds
A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea;
the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach
Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering
to the poignant passing moment's beauty,
the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now
Lost in the undeniable certainty
life's imminent season's change
Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away,
knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss...
A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell,
summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles,
time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache
of a harsh grey winter loneliness
Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu
that tears my soul; that tugs at these roots
but cannot sever their sacred grasp
But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's
inevitable tightening tether hence —
to wear weary each fraying thread's impending break
Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward
as it slips down through the firwood shadows;
illuminating other faraway latitudes
far beyond the distant horizon skies
The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ...
someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
I was foretold, your rebell ***
Nor love, nor pitty knew;
And with what scorn you use to vex
Poor hearts that humbly sue;
Yet I believ’d, to crown our pain,
Could we the fortress win,
The happy Lover sure should gain
A Paradise within:
I thought Loves plagues, like Dragons sate,
Only to fright us at the gate.
But I did enter, and enjoy
What happy Lovers prove;
For I could kiss, and sport, and toy,
And taste those sweets of love;
Which had they but a lasting state,
Or if in Celia’s brest
The force of love might not abate,
Jove were too mean a guest.
But now her breach of faith, farre more
Afflicts, than did her scorn before.
Hard fate! to have been once possest,
As victor, of a heart
Atchiev’d with labour, and unrest,
And then forc’d to depart.
If the stout Foe will not resigne
When I besiege a Town,
I lose, but what was never mine;
But he that is cast down
From enjoy’d beauty, feels a woe,
Only deposed Kings can know.
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All wise and knowing seer of Delphi, Oracle I beg thee tell me,
What enchanting malady afflicts my mortal soul?
It churns my stomach like as butter, pangs my heart and makes it flutter,
Spins my thoughts so rapidly, I lose all self-control;
A wildly spinning vortex and I lose all self-control.
Striking deeply, sharp blades whirring, thrusting madly, twisting, turning,
Searing pain that scorches, burning, brings me to despair;
Silently it tracks and trails me, pouncing when my courage fails me,
Oracle, what sickness ails me? Save me from its snare;
Oh wise and noble Oracle, what has me in its snare?
Mortal fool, be still and listen, I espied you in a vision,
Ancient magic has arisen from the depths of hell;
Crafted in the Devil's furnace, cunningly it seeks to burn its
Way into your soul, I've seen this, none can break its spell;
It knows your every weakness and you cannot break its spell.
You must succumb and do it swift, or e'er your soul will be adrift,
Held captive in the Devil's rift, your mind will split asunder;
Your struggle will be fought in vain, eternal doom in endless pain,
Relent or e'er you'll feel its bane, your soul it comes to plunder;
You must relent and let it in, or feel its wrathful thunder.
Oh Oracle, all wise and knowing, fear inside me keeps on growing,
I can sense a chill wind blowing, filling me with dread;
Although your words seem strange and hollow, I submit and gladly follow,
For I know the God Apollo guides the path you tread;
Wise Apollo takes your hand and guides the path you tread.
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What sweet exquisite joy I'm feeling, giddily my head is reeling,
Days have passed and find me kneeling at my sweethearts feet;
Oh Oracle, I will not tarry, asking her if she will marry,
Saving me from malady, she makes my soul complete;
She drives away the malady and makes my soul complete.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
Rubbing sharp sleep from tender eyelids
Unable to see clearly yet
Already the heady, green desire afflicts me
Pleasurable thoughts swirling around an exhausted brain
Yesterday was difficult
Tomorrow no better
My tin full up of sticky sweet African mango
Going no where
Sliding softly into all my sore spots
Just what I needed
To start my morning
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 5:43 AM UTC
The things Ive seen have brought about the things I aspire to be. Yes she inspires me to be all I can be. Tho, my actions are unpleasant today. I hope she understands tomorrow. I hope she comprehends my actions and statements like the lady that's long left this nation. She knew me better than me now no one can see this pain that afflicts me. The voices that drive my mental, insanity, is the answer to the question they haven't asked. Long ago in past I meditated on my sanity in hopes the facued of being normal would last. Self medication takes place when the ice hits the glass and the taste of ***** and codiene numbs me face. Tho now when I see her face feelings of love take place. I love this girl tho it hurts me. I see the anguish in her face sadly I have placed it deep inside of her heart. Though one day like alchemy I'll make love from the pain. I wish to extend my days with her, because I can't explain the extent of my happiness when I'm with her. Tho she's yet to truly know me the different personalities within me. The dreadful things I've seen, the caged beast that lives in my words, the worries of life, the twist and turns of my brain, the differences in each name. Mentally my brain is split in three, tho, physically there's only me. So she cannot see; that the poet brings peace to me, Jay is a few pieces of me the good the bad and the ugly that's what most people see, Jaykhuan is at the root of me the grimey, the dreams of people shooting at me, worse than the ***** I'm expected to be, and still smarter than the ****** trying to flex on me. So you see Jpoetry mends these words of pain sewing them on a string to stitch beauty in my brain. Jay always escapes but I hate for Jaykhuan to get out his cage. The criminal who hides the pain. Tho at night she soothes me happily. I've finally found what happiness can be her life and family bring happiness to me. So motions of devotion grow strong in my heart, but my heart hurts because I've caused pain to her. Tho willingly I'll endure to ensure that our lives will be drawn out successfully. I'll endure her pain the silent tears in her name, and hope the grand scheme of things won't turn her away. The drugs in my vains take away my pain, but can't numb the disappointment in her face. So I hope, pray, and believe that she'll learn me so she can see, can understand the actions that overtake me are not just for me but for us. It breaks me when her anger makes her cuss. Tho for us I'll remain tough so down the line this love will bring love to both of us
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Bright-eyed and bold
With dreams that unfold
Artless, naïve and hopeful
A certain unease, that shifts with the breeze
Afflicts you
You think that bliss
Doesn’t come with just a kiss
But to other lands you fly
In your mind, unsatisfied
Such discontentment inside
Wishing….
Wishing for walks, for long midnight talks
The hearth of a snowbound cabin
Mysterious scenes from a cinema screen
Fill your mind
If I could make all your dreams come true
And take you to Heaven – I would
You’d still be wishing for more
Always unsettled, unsure
Wishing… wishing…
Wishing for grace, a moonlit embrace
Tears bathing hands at parting
A silk-curtained room, and the finest perfumes
Are your due
When you survey your reality
It makes you turn away, away
You grow detached day by day
Wishing for what - you can’t say
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
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I learned—at least—what Home could be—
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant—
How awkward at the Hymn
Round our new Fireside—but for this—
This pattern—of the Way—
Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip
Of a Celestial Sea—
What Mornings in our Garden—guessed—
What Bees—for us—to hum—
With only Birds to interrupt
The Ripple of our Theme—
And Task for Both—
When Play be done—
Your Problem—of the Brain—
And mine—some foolisher effect—
A Ruffle—or a Tune—
The Afternoons—Together spent—
And Twilight—in the Lanes—
Some ministry to poorer lives—
Seen poorest—thro’ our gains—
And then Return—and Night—and Home—
And then away to You to pass—
A new—diviner—care—
Till Sunrise take us back to Scene—
Transmuted—Vivider—
This seems a Home—
And Home is not—
But what that Place could be—
Afflicts me—as a Setting Sun—
Where Dawn—knows how to be—
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Whence comes thy ill? Thy brooding bitter pill
Ploughed deep in fertile soil, sprouting to seed
Snake-like tendrils crawling to sprawl and spill,
Choking lush verdant fields with poisoned ****
Wilted young peaches, withered pears dying,
Irises blinded, red chrysanthemums
Faded to white, strewn petals borne on sighing
Dark fitful clouds rend'ring the landscape numb;
Oh bitter pill, thy loathsome poisoned thrill
Afflicts one tainted by unsated need
To wilt and wither, blinded, faded, ill
Craving for thee with hollowed hateful greed;
Sweet bitter pill, thou will be coveted
Till once ripe lush and verdant fields lay dead.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
My heart has been breaking every day
With no way to allocate the exact cause
yes I know where is sets off
but I never know where this deep pain hides
surprise
it shoots from my heart
down my veins
into every limb of my body
then it encapsulates me
help
Am I crazy?
I know this is real
No one knows
The pain that I feel
When I say that out loud I feel like a child
But when I hold it in for an inch, it feels like a mile
This is intensity
In full swing
I know I can be more hurt
But so can a person suffocating
I’m not sure if my heart is being squeezed by something so intense, so present
Or if its getting strangled by literally nothing
Nothingness
Nothingness banging on the front door of my chest
Dense, dense nothingness
Thirst: a very present pain cause by literally nothing when what you need more than anything is something
With thirst, you can have many things, but not have exactly what you need.. what you long for
What if water was never introduced?
What if instead of it being imbedded in every human beings brain,
It was abstract?
What would u do when u had a thirst attack?
Panic
Intermission
Interruption
This depression is the greatest eruption
Something is caged inside me and needs to be let out
But what if it's too real?
What if whatever encapsulates it is Pandora’s box?
And does not change how I feel?
It's like a man
Looking at me, taunting me, torturing, ****** me
Some see him as very generic looking
Others don’t seem him at all
I see ugly and scary
I feel the pain he afflicts upon me
When people hear my screams, they think it’s a silly act
No help to be found
Just me and this empty alleyway full of people
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
in the temple at delphi
upon the steps afront
my crown of wire lay
a pile of birds
sat crossed in thirds
my lungs resigned in splay
phobos’ kiss afflicts with bliss
amongst the thistled dirt
the sowing of a new isle
what once was old
and now is true
are a bygone from the blue
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Oh, sunshine, to you my eyes be affixed
As Aphrodite, elegance sublime
For it's beauty divinity afflicts
Beauty that withstands the scourges of time
Time will pass by and people will grow old
But in your soul, your beauty eternal
While leaves of long dead spring blow in wind cold
And long gone stars we watch, nocturnal
Oh, sunshine, to you I am drawn akin
To those pests, drawn to a fire in the night
A light in the darkness my life has been
You be my dame, my wise shining knight
My sweet, to you my heart enamored be
Enraptured, loveliness is all I see
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Translucent,
Clearly visible,
That which lies within,
Malleable when heated to extreme,
By passion or regret,
Accepting the arrangements,
And shape and form,
Of that which afflicts and guides it,
Made ornate with,
Precious events and horrific realities,
It slowly becomes opaque,
No longer allowing light to pass,
Reflecting instead,
What was inside,
Now dead,
Hardened and brittle,
So easily shattered,
Shards and fragments,
like razors,
make unwanted openings,
To a great depth,
Into the soul,
Of the one who possesses such a frail and perishable,
Glass heart.
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 5:35 AM UTC
Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate;
Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception;
Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness;
Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall;
Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly?
presumed a northwind that never tied up here;
Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity?
conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops;
Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee;
When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous;
thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination;
how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip;
Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness;
Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty;
Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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Except the Heaven had come so near—
So seemed to choose My Door—
The Distance would not haunt me so—
I had not hoped—before—
But just to hear the Grace depart—
I never thought to see—
Afflicts me with a Double loss—
’Tis lost—and lost to me—
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With being really appropriate aptitude
She apprehend and never appraise
For she have appropriate ambition along us
She's got the ability and a tender to care
She can't rest knowing there's nothing filled our belly
However he rests, she can't rest assured knowing we starving
Her heart never fascinate her rest
Unlike him, he rest and never admire her adore on us
No father got affection counterpart her
The affliction she expirienced during birth never heal till death
No heart sustain such afflict, only her does
Even when we fault and fail her,
she bears the strength and effort to forgive and care for long
She prepares meal even when she got agony
Really, a mother's breast has got no sore
In her heart, love is exertion
But she never let go, she arouse and ply
She's dying to keep food on the table
It's affable, when usually it afflicts the affinity
But she never let go, she arouse and ply
She apprehend and never appraise
She affiliate with affectionate
And keep the spirit, arouse and ply
Just the tender of caring, arouse and ply
arouse and ply
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
The Evil intention in your eyes.
It's so obvious that she can almost feel it.
You look with a devious smile.
Who are you? She doesn't even know you.
She NEVER wants to know you.
DISGUSTING That's who you are.
That's what you are.
I hope someone afflicts the same pain on you,
The one you afflicted on her. I hope you go through that same fear,
the same one which you made her go through.
You're not human. You're worse than an animal.
You're a horrible thing.
Those eyes. She will never forget them.
And **Trust Me** when I tell you,
If I or her find you EVER again,
It'll be the last time you Ever smile that devious smile again.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
When someone shows me cruelty, lord show them kindness. When someone afflicts me, lord give them justice. When I am persecuted and denied fair judgement, lord forgive my oppressors. When all that is done has been recorded, then lord offer my enemies space to repent. In this let me be blameless and let your judgement be righteous. So that the record will be straight, that all were given mercy, even when they denied it to me. Then will I be avenged oh lord, because of my enemies shame.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
-A Psalm Of Johnson
While Suffering is everywhere and afflicts every living thing,
I know one day, all things will be made new by our heavenly king.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Like love and hate, pain is a strong emotion
Slowly eating away at your mangled heart
Cuts and bruises cover your body
Same abuse taken day after day
You barely flinch as your already mangled heart
Slowly rips apart
Piece by piece
You no longer know the feeling of happiness
Pain is the only thing you know
He doesn’t know the pain he afflicts
Just a stupid, clueless boy
Everything he does
Affects you in every way possible
So much pain
It overwhelms you
Swallows you
You can no longer breathe
Take one more breath
As you’re pulled under
Never to recover.
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
A poet doesn't lie,
a poet omits
the suppressed thoughts and sensations
she will never forget
The painful memories she hopes to create,
The ill-tempered words
tied to strings of hate that
L o o p--
a reoccurring
pattern of
maladjusted
thinking
A sense of dread churns in your gut,
writhing behind your chest cavity,
invading your consciousness,
shutting it down
Perspiration begins,
and the rattling in your bones
Nausea sets in,
reeling your blood
It's happening again,
this you know,
but time will not tell
when this attack will go
Your throat constricts
while time afflicts
everything you've kept inside--
the emotions you've kept alive
when you should have set them free
captives of your debauchery
they've transformed into something ugly,
the wretch of scorn and self-pity
and have unleashed their vengeance
for smothering them with poisons
depriving them of breath,
and of their destiny
They're doing unto you,
what you did unto them,
killing you tediously,
disrupting your mind with
irrational fear
and depleting the dopamine
transmitted through your system
to plague you with indifference
towards reality
The symptoms it carries
manipulate your thought-process,
restarting the l o o p--
a reoccurring
pattern of
maladjusted
thinking
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
her.
i've been warned of the wicked igbo queens,
who will steal my heart and leave it scarred.
lead me on and leave me lonely
but i was never warned of her,
the one with the prettiest name.
with words like spells that put you in a trance.
her spell.
infiltrates the heart, breaks the wall,
afflicts the heart, longing for her essence.
and makes it all seem so harmless.
even if my heart gets broken,
i'll be left with these memories.
i know it's all worth it if it's her.
the nectar of love only comes with the poison of pain,
and if i was to be burnt, i'd rather it be your fire.
Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 6:14 AM UTC
They say, all good things must end
forever in your breath
your memory is my only companion
the pain afflicts
I am only your memories.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
I remember days
When I was inspired
By the beauty of a rose
Or the agony of heartache
But now my muse is stagnant
I hear no sweet sweet songs
I hear no soul rending cry
No breeze caresses my face here
No harsh wind blows against me
The air moves as a man in a cell
A slow, putrid circle of apathy
No great loneliness afflicts me
No great host accompanies me
Yet no sense of community is upon me
I have no connection between souls
Yet here I am
Yet I am here
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC