"debilitate" poems
Are we fated to dance to the same tune alone in our separate universes?
Is it true that we must silently keep to our preordained curses?
Are we destined to swoon at the beauty of the moon at differing time slots?
Why were we given invisible ink to connect our lives' dots?
Must it be that our lives revolve around the whims of the sun?
Isn't it ludicrous that we won't see the intricate webs we've spun?
Was it the plan that we exist only in our minds and hearts?
Why do we have to tolerate starting when the other's ending and end at the other's starts?
Has it been written that we can only afford to infinitely chase each others heartbeats?
Was it foretold that we're trapped in a singular notion that never really fits?
Is the game set as such that we can never emerge as winners?
How is it that the ocean was made out of our tears that flowed from rivers?
Why is it that with our entirety we believe but do not know?
What's the reason for the path made clear but we're too afraid to go?
What does it entail to possess the very least but yet you covet it the most?
How do you pride yourself in something but not allowed to boast?
Why do we frantically scramble to piece together jagged shards?
Can't we just play this blasted deck of lousy cards?
Is it destiny or cruelty to have found then lost?
Why does it seem absurd that we have all its takes but can't afford the cost?
Is it the thoughts that **** or the emotions that debilitate?
Is it the challenges we take on or the curveballs we anticipate?
Why bother when sheer folly is all it seems to be?
Why tarry when the heart is free and the mind is ready?
Is it ridiculous to have found myself still very bothered?
Is it wrong to question fate that had always bound us tethered?
Why is the good always bad and the bad becomes worse?
Is it true that the harder we fight, the deeper we immerse?
Has life turned to be but sad little rhetorics?
Are we but performers on stages coerced into theatrics?
Is it time for me to surface this one-man submarine?
Will it be so that if I do, my journey would then begin...?
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Never judge a book by its cover - they say.
Never believe a man's word over his actions - they say.
Never trust without reason - they say.
Why not? - I say.
Humanity (as a virtue) is being crippled by humans as they
stride
past the crippled man, hunched-back and desperate to extend,
to stand up,
to reach out
for that can of coffee at the grocery store.
As they violate, debilitate and penetrate our
minds by starving
us of
education
and
taunt
us
with
grant
money.
As they reduce our
complexity and significance and capabilities
to
stats
charts
numbers
lines
dots
.
As they stand, staring
up
eleven floors
at a flailing, failing student ready to
jump.
As they stereotype us
into boxes
that we use to hold our belongings -
our interior design.
As they spend more
money in one day
than they
pay
the gardener over
a week.
As they scoff down ketchuped french fries
after saying they were
starving
whilst they edge
forward
at the
robot
to
ignore
hungry begging children.
As they complain about being
alone
when the others around them are also
human.
That's just it.
The 'they' that we always speak of,
'They'
are us.
Unsheltered, not oblivious -
we see the misery, suffering,
pathetic pain -
but we are ignorant of the
barefoot woman with
a load
on her head and
a life
on her back,
asking for a
lift.
Some of us see the strain
but convince ourselves that our efforts would be
insignificant,
assure ourselves that it is
hopeless,
we are helpless.
Science and religion
seem like parallel lines but
they
converge on the point that
Mankind
is a superior species.
'Made in his image.'
'Increased cranial capacity, developed the ability to reason.'
Yet we use that magnificence to justify our
INcapability?
Advanced beings in an age of connectivity and
so disconnected from the essence of our own kind.
We decide
to be
alone.
There are rainbows of
'umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu'
but Ubuntu becomes
'don't want to'
and apathy is what makes us insignificant
- indifferent and inhumane.
To those who
can read this,
we
are hypocrites
- together -
which means that we are never alone and thus we are made
able.
We are not helpless, we just
Help Less.
I refuse to hope less in humanity
and allow us to be coaxed into an inferiority-complex
when we can have
progress and
success but
Only after we have
oneness.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
What is your greatest fear?
Do you worry about the past
The present, the future?
Do yesterdays woes play on your mind?
Or the worries of tomorrow?
How about the angsts of today?
What is your greatest fear?
Does money concern you?
Do you envision that a lack of material wealth will make you a lesser person?
Or that you won't be able to provide
For your mother, wife or children?
What is your greatest fear?
Do you fear great adventure?
From missions across treacherous terrains,
To learning something new.
Or maybe the unknown?
Does a non-existent threat debilitate and paralyse you?
What is your greatest fear?
I would say mine own is the fading of a great ability
To make words dance across a page as if they possess a life of their own
To link together phrases, to bring life to seemingly dreary monologues
To paint pictures with nouns and adjectives
Record films with verbs and adverbs
This is a gift I have been blessed with
Yet
I am scared
For I do not know when my time will come
And this pushes me
But until then?
I shall do what I know best
I shall write, query and ponder all the great questions life has for us
So I ask you
What is your greatest fear?
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
I crave your touch
I crave your teeth
I long for the voice
that doesn't match your age.
Leather,
thick musk,
your tempting stare,
should you leave bruises
I wouldn't care
I've been told I'm sick
heard you are too,
Could you love the broken
as much as I do?
You're just a fantasy
wish you were standing here next to me,
oh sweet calamity,
you are just a fantasy.
I think about you,
too often for my own good.
You invade my mind
and debilitate me
Glorious
magnanimous
unspeakable things
I want you to kiss me
during war
while I hold you close
Thinking thoughts about you
when I'm floating in the Yuba Blue
oh sweet calamity,
you are just a fantasy.
wish you were here,
wish you were breathin' down my neck
-tight grip-
rough touch-
chains and leather
fantasies together
too many long nights
with you in my head
impossible
unfathomable
unimaginable
just a, simple, fantasy.
I think you look really nice
too bad for me
I'm afraid your heart's made of ice
as your Ex-Wife would say
you'd never look my way
for the world is cruel
to girls as young as me.
I am nothing but a ghost
standing guard
waiting for you to relieve me from this post
you'd never love me
eye contact would set me free
imagine a world of we...
a silly little fantasy.
Down on my knees
crying out please
I'd swallow
I'd beg
I'd cut off my leg
just to hear you say my name,
just to hear you say my name...
just to feel your touch...
you are just a fantasy
held up on a pedestal
for the poor to see
oh what would life be like
if I were not so young
and you were not much older,
for the world is cruel
to girls as young as me...
would you notice me?
probably
pass over me...
what a silly little fantasy.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
Rain pours
Sleep rarely comes
I medicate, intoxicate, debilitate
I'm trapped
Trapped in my own mind
I'll never measure up to my imaginations expectations
I'm a master of my own sabotage
I crave, constantly craving
I want to be painfully in love
I want everyone
I want everything
I'm a black hole
A vortex
Unquenchable
Writhing
Confusing pain for pleasure
Pleasure for pain
I need the pleasure
I want the pain
Sensations paralyzing
The dull ache never ceasing
When did I become this ravenous beast?
Can I be satisfied?
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
*Destroy
Your deception
Employ
A new direction
Avoid
Insurrection
Life
Is the lifeless love of laughter
Looming in lethargy
And lethality
Rises
Despises
My emptiness
Is no more
As I soar
through the open sky
I roar
with a question of why
Why did my despair
debilitate me so long
I'm now considered strong
Caught in this throng
Of life
Avoid
Insurrection
Employ
This new direction
And destroy
Your deception*
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
You didn't surprise me, you upset me
My defenses laid bare at your assault
I have never ached so deep for someone's touch
The jagged edge of my merciless memory festers
Wallowing.
My fingertips sore from constant busy work
I'd rather be quiet and useful
Than obvious and numb
A fine line between the two
Raw. Undone.
I scream until my throat gives out
Better to focus on that pain
For your loss has left me gasping for air
Searching violently for the unraveling end
I just thought we were stronger than that
On my knees before you
Confessing all my sins
Unhinged.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
I yield to the chanting winds
The ones draining my strength
I try,
I pull,
But I fall, and
My rivers run red
And sometimes I lose hope
Tormenting whirlwinds nesting in my head debilitate my mind and body...
as my soul hangs from tattered sheets
I can't weep...tears don't solve a thing
This life just stings and for a second I plead
If this is it...agony and pain...
Then please understand
I'm not strong enough
To carry on
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
As I tiptoe to the moon
Reaching my hands out for more
Collected material with nonsensical remains
No warmth, no war
No spoken words influenced by a bleeding brain
Fractures set by society
Countless splintered flames
Profound judgement does not exist
The very essence of humanity
Is conceived through elements
Dense collected heavens falling
Afflictions shoot away
Through the tunnels of the wind
Pommel and debilitate the sorrows and woes
Spilling and weaving into the core of it all
As I climb the steps to the stars
Colorful doves begin to soar
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
I slowly debilitate into nothingness
For never before have I known this
Losing my appetite and my mind
Leaving my comfort far behind
Blinded by beauty, oh your smile
Could make this life seem worthwhile
There is nothing that I wouldn't do
For a chance to relax, just us two
Laying outside, beneath the moon
That shines but half as brightly as you
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
Predatory hate patted her face
and said"You are a nice morsel for
any beast of pray,prowling in hunger,
in this campus, see them roam around,
in many enticing guises, to touch
the likes of you with a dangerous longing "
she heard the murmur in the wind
and sent it back as her messenger,
"The moment you touched me, fiend
the pollen of love that did spread on your fingers
started to change you from inside,
you won't be able to hate any more,
take it as a gift, magic of love and it's collective
though a curse to debilitate, power of hate"
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Why must this searing pain
in my throat debilitate me,
why must my lungs
throb with such breathlessness
again?
thinking all this was over
thinking all of this was done,
i let myself collapse, falter
and become so numb.
i'll drown in fire
and freeze in the depths
of razor thunder.
this is not electricity
this is a pain
i thought i'd forgotten
or atleast padlocked into a cage
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
Love,
My love lost in tangles.
My lover lost in tangles the wind pushes and pulls,
silk ribbons scarved around metal fence posts.
Carved around sentimental friend posts,
Computer monitor halitosis,
Curvaceous moments leave you hopeless.
Hopeless in the deep end and you drown,
but love,
Lost in angles.
Lost in traditional hang-ups and
Lost on a particular campus.
Divide the mental anguish,
Stand by and maybe hand this,
back to me
I might reciprocate and
Debilitate and the modesty wont
Depreciate as you make your,
point.
Stand by me,
Look lackluster at the edges of
perennial views.
Stand by me,
Walk me down the marital isle of
your perpetual bad news.
-P.S.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
The power of intent, will, thought.
The minutest beginning
of an idea you conceive
embodies a force
that can debilitate
The Power of Creation
oh, so amazing
Everything completed in a snap,
in a blink, in a flicker
I am a Creator
and I am my creation
We are Creators
and we are our creations.
We are in them
and they are in us.
Diminutive but infinitely vast.
Multitude
but One.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
time and time again
They've trapped us in a box
When this life gives us
multiple opportunities
to now grab our mind
and unlock these locks.
We can’t chain ourselves
to complacency and
root ourselves into
a negative mentality.
They have
physiologically conformed
us to feel what this world
wants.
Rooting us In fear
and not faith but anxiety
and insecurity, hatred but
not joy, innovation, and
LOVE
but depression
and failure don’t you see
they’re working hard
& motivated to define
our ability.
Do you not see what
they’ve done, how
they are working hard
to steal our identity
by ultimately manipulating
us to think it’s okay
to Sulk into
comparison to others.
I tell you this
that this is the enemy
scheme captivating us
to not experience our
true ability to debilitate
us to not
see our courage
Evolution & journey.
America the Capital of
capitalism has
has compartmentalized
us dividing us,
by our ethnicity, our
nationality even a little
more concerning
engraving that If education
Wasn’t easy all along
It is
not a necessity.
It is not your destiny
to success but
it is a foundation for
change to not
keep us hostage in a
fixed mindset.
SO
Let’s produce
EXCELLENCE
My beautiful Brown.
LOVING PEOPLE
please yearn to
Grow in self education.
Don’t you remember
our history our people
Were ripped away from
this privilege we
have right here
our people were
ripped away
from their heritage
ripped from
their culture
brothers and sisters
don’t be conformed
to ignorance
Educate your mind
feed your soul
Understand
what this World
is trying to portray
as whole please please
stay alarmed
my beautiful brown people
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
don't hug
never cry
speak weak
keep inside
slay away
fight dragons
create distractions
nothing sacred
impose treachery
make a mess of me
exploit
full blown
don't own
debilitate
bait and switch
nerve pinch
don't hug
never cry
speak weak
keep inside
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
MODERN DAY, DISTANT DREAMS
this atrocious war of insanity that rages within, the shrouded beast of dysfunctional desires that dictate and debilitate , the 24 hour transitional trance of commerce and commodity, modern day with its distant dreams
An unstoppable brute force , ruler of the skies, hearts full of love and lies, visions of hell exchanged during the first coffee of the day, modern day, its distant dreams, and battery bred headless chickens
The marketing of mayhem and prohibition of ambition, an intrinsic and intimate introvert the individual, ridiculed and ostracized for its apparent need to be that bit different, modern day modern thoughts the future of distant dreams is but a story of hope with an ever-changing finale
****** the pariahs, the instigators of our world fires, their expectancy high their losses low, nothing new just new machinery, new symbolic scenery to cast a rope over , tie tight , clasp hands and jump, careful not to make a mess as this modern day will find a way to profit, find a way to proportion the blame,
The new world order, you cannot cross our border, not with your attitude, your inconsistent way of life, bow down to our regime, to our points of view, the theme park rides run every 20 mins, get in line get on your carriage and get busy with conformity and ignorance as these modern days run so far from the tracks of your distant dreams, no more than incapable, inert, and shuffled along into others unquestionable and unscrupulous schemes,
JANUARY 29. 2016.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Harlequin cover carried on warm zephyrs north
through febrile piedmont leviathans ..
Furious March sediments that choke . Debilitate ..
Frustrate and discolor ...
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
1/22/2020
A blank page. Is beautiful,
Like an empty cardboard box.
A blank page is pitiful,
Like a bike without shocks.
A blank page is powerful,
Like he who controls the clocks.
Words. Are dangerous,
Like a career in bomb diffusion.
Words are ponderous,
Like time spent in seclusion.
Words are useless,
Like having skills in indecision.
Expressions. Are misguiding,
Like incorrect road signs.
Expressions are inviting,
Like getting off the sidelines.
Expressions are exposing,
Like craters left by mines.
Fears. Will debilitate,
Like brakes locked on an icy road.
Fears will dictate,
Like poor learning of law code.
Fears will fabricate,
Like a hasty corduroy road.
How can the potential of a chart,
The potency of what we hear,
The mystery of an open heart,
Not keep one from outrunning Fear?
You just don’t know where to start.
Oh, when will everything become clear?
Pain. Is difficult,
Like a test of endurance.
Pain is heartfelt,
Like an understanding glance.
Pain is insult,
Like taunts in arrogance.
Doubt. Is dividing,
Like a denominator.
Doubt is saving,
Like a backup generator.
Doubt is disregarding,
Like a prideful visitor.
Acceptance. Is costly,
Like a gambling addiction.
Acceptance is ghostly,
Like it’s writing fiction.
Acceptance is necessary,
Like a correct prediction.
Love. Will change your ways,
Like moving across the planet.
Love will catch your gaze,
Like seeing a leaky faucet.
Love will not cease to amaze,
Like that: nothing but net.
How can feeling sufferance,
The weakness of doubt,
And the need for acceptance,
Continue to keep Love locked out?
Oh, how low will I cling to reluctance?
I just don’t know where to start.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
Start of as a child
dreams of flying high , super powers , runnin wild
Some ul hold you close while the others do you vile
or try ;
I wondered why my peace had to die
advance ;
My first love had me in a trance
took advantage of my lack of knowledge in the dance
Its cool ;
before i played i should have learned the rules
Fooled by material in earthly realms i drooled..
Still convoluted by material things
i wanted money **** the women they had watered my wings..
Growing older i got colder cuz my brothers were foul
elder told me keep on going never throw in the towel...
I had forgot ;
wildly missed the plot
Results of a recluse who never took another shot ;
at life
I watched my brothers overcome their strife
congratulate from far while eating fruit that wasn't ripe..
Debilitate myself inside my shoddy shelter walls
never showed my face whenever village elder called..
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
One hundred and three stories above a city
With jagged edges and winds that cut
With accidents that spill blood,
Fires that deafen,
Viruses that debilitate and exhaust,
Dread overflows from the hearts and hands of the people who love their city, their home
Distress enkindles compassion, defensiveness,
attentiveness until help arrives,
independence in those who know the responsibility of survival's continuum befalls on them,
necessitating community protect community,
beyond sleep-deprived eyes and peace-starved lungs
One hundred and three stories and counting of lives that cross and coalesce above a city
With jagged edges and winds that cut
With people who stand and shield one another from the piercing wind
Expecting nothing in return
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
they don’t know.
they don’t know.
I tell myself over and over and over.
it’s impossible,
purely impossible,
for one to know my thoughts.
they cannot see me,
they cannot know,
so why is it I hesitate.
this feeling of paranoia,
so strong it drives me to insanity,
bedevils me even now.
I will myself to persuade my mind
that truly they do not know,
cannot know, will not know.
I tremble in the moment,
the ones that debilitate me,
leave me questioning my own reality.
it feels that they’re inside my head,
beckoning me...taunting me.
but I tell myself no, no,
no way in hell can they know.
for surely it is not possible,
for them to see me.
so why do these anxieties plague me,
over things I know they cannot know.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC