"demoralization" poems
Demoralization.
The delinquency of this
day-and-age.
With clipped wings and
Gnashing teeth
we contemplate escape
from our gilded cages.
Material.ism
Nihilism.
New religion at large
Go into your churches
Your synagogues ,
Pray for your things.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
Access to excess
holds you tight
in its vice.
It starts off
it always feels so right
filled with promise and abundance
walking into that casino
loaded with cash
scoring the bag at Christine's
weekly motel
one more dab will do you.
She knocks on your door
and only wants you
the night is filled with promises too.
Is this any different
then gluttonous
billionaires hoarding what they can
it's never enough
while the rest of us drown.
The waiting, waiting, waiting
for it to come through
there's that too.
Access to excess
has this advice:
"I'll deal with it later"
and
"One more time. "
Drip, drip, drip
blood
triggered rush
images and cravings
euphoric memories
kaleidoscope
in
one body rush
after another
until there is no more living
in
your own skin.
Rubbing your self raw
to get back to that moment
when you first walked in
when abundance
was real
and
access to excess
was all you could feel.
What a moment of exhilaration.
Of course there are these bonuses too
ending up
with total deprivation
"incomprehensible
demoralization"
Locked in a porta-potty
with a guy and a pipe
out of money
out of time
out of consciousness
Access to excess
what are we gonna do
now.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
Whispered words of demoralization
Face to face with confrontation.
Never the one to make a sound
But always the last to hold her ground.
Late night thoughts of what would have been
Makes no difference to what happened then.
Sudden insight as to who she is
Secret yearning for timeless bliss.
Wanting the best from everything
The future, the past, from anything.
Hopeless wonders brighten faces
But wishful thinkings lead empty chases.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
Constipation, ************
excitation, evaluation
Hold on a minute
HIS Creation
The mind went blank
the body convulsed
no-one knows why
but theories abound
Expectation, demolition,
misinterpretation, damnation,
Wait a second
MY Creation
I did so much
in my chaotic youth
probably nothing to blame
only me and my likes
Infuriation, retaliation,
malediction, apprehension,
stop-look-listen
THEIR Creation
It seems unfair
but why despair
put it in perspective
certainly things could be worse
Demoralization
Intimidation
Expectation
Presumption
Assumption
Palpitation
Aggravation
Ball of confusion
Trepidation
Holy ****
A VIOLENT Creation
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 3:31 PM UTC
You used to be the man of my dreams
Now you're the man in my nightmares it seems
There was once a time when you would hold me tight
But now your embrace only fills me with fright
With your words like swords dripping with spite
My chronic demoralization is your delight
How could our love bring us so much pain
When both of us hurting is making us insane
Must I step up to be the bigger person here
When I know that letting you go is facing my fear
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
There was this season for many reason
A failed ambition or bad decision
Too much subtraction, no single addition
Pictures of low resolution, everything in demotion
But surely... Life must go on...
Days of self damnation because of wrong position
Flowers that need attention for admiration
Head that was full of delusions that needs calibration
Victims of disqualification without any consolation
But definitely... Life must go on...
Minutes of demoralization, hours of depression
Roads of devastation no clear relocation
Eyes shed in repetition because of hard reason
Goodbyes to all special persons for their final destination
But simply.... Life must go on.....
Written: October 23, 2014 at 11:35 PM
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Depression, concussion, vague delusions.
Visions, combustion, surreal illusions.
Confusion, confinement, clear conclusions.
Depression, demoralization, epitome of exclusion.
Twirls and Whirls, Headaches and Heartaches.
(in between) B a l a n c e and D i s o r i en tat i o n ;
Insomnia, phantasmagoria, and distinct pseudomania.
Sought and fought, dear “Soli Deo Gloria”.
Salvation, Submission, concrete Sanctification.
Then Forsaken, but now Forgiven.
Religion, Redemption and now: Relation.
To testify, evangelize and to show His glorification.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
With no anticipation
demoralization
of normal communication
with no hesitation
act out, act on
Strive for a virtue
aquire a vice
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
My world is a fire of ash and iron
Burning desire and ashen wishes
My ears bleed with the warning siren
As if a hammers kisses'
Punch me in the chest
Breaking threw my sternum
All my verses for her are my best
But the blazing hammer demands I burn them
Charcoal confetti showers us
More than rice ever will
Brand me with our plea of trust
Then to our trust must we ****
Let us vanquish this blaze
Douse our fire under water
Let's think of the many ways
Let it graduate us as its alma mater
Like good students let's learn our lesson
So we don't have to bring eachother pain
Let us look at eachother and count it a blessin
Leave behind our crimson stain
But sooner or later one of us will fall off the deep end
So if not bit by fire
To the deepest depths we descend
Stabbed by our beloved Rose's briar
Into the depths of accusations
We arrive at the same vocation
Needing proper annotation
For a change in our relation
Tune us to a different station
So we can leave this filthy crustacean
Let be heard the deceleration
I'm moving to a different nation
Call it a love vacation
I'm leaving this deformation
This demoralization
This incarnation
But wait
What about desperation
For jubilation
And my reclamation
Of a chance for replication
With Reformation
Maybe a salvation
For our situation
Maybe threw communication
We can fix this obliteration
Of our love
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
Brought to the brink
Then hesitation
Surge of euphoria
Then relaxation
Cast worry aside
Then realization
Dreams built fast
Then demoralization
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
I would hug bones,
small fossils, to my chest
as if they,
like an errant breeze,
contained lost gods.
So many silent, semi-potent ghosts
melted away like
salted ice
on the long road
past my door.
In keeping their sands and secrets,
the feast of their tombs,
I search frantically beneath
palms, and dates, and acacias
for the last morsels of antiquity.
An anchor, perhaps, to
the vainglorious fictions
written by bloodied generals
and sunken eyed conquerors.
The chain rope of skepticism
pulling me deep into
and old- old river.
Sand rises; silt and watery dust,
filled to the brim with
old oil drums and drangon bones,
becomes the last venue
in which I find the
pitiful and incomprehesible demoralization
of my alcoholic fever dream
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
if there is nothing human
about humanity
what's to save
it's not the pandemic
that keeps us separate
it's the dehumanization
and the demonization
the demoralization
we heap upon each other
no poet
can survive the lack
of friction
between their lives
and the lives of others
this artificial suspension
of everyday life
wrapping ourselves
in tight-lipped tolerance
or inflamed outrage
does nothing
but extend the isolation
the flimsy rope bridges
that cross the chasms
of derision
sway in the winds
of anarchy
those still able
and are willing
to communicate
must.
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC
I was the tree in your forest,
but you threw a match
on the undergrowth of my insecurities.
Never letting me grow, a potential
to flourish, grow upwards,
But you burnt me down,
every emotion was tinder's
I was ash below your feet,
but when one is burnt
down to many times.
One becomes more resilient to
the flames that are lit on purpose.
Unyielding you lit to many matches,
and the last time one stood tall.
Untouched by your demoralization,
and i grew past you
and now my forest is blossoming
i grew ever stronger
now that your words burnt out.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
The coffin lays
Black like her lies
Undisclosed by her beauty
Disguised with satin.
Her lips painted
A dulcet red
Like the rose that lays
Across her chest
Her hair curled
Like a doll.
The golden locks
Spill on her shoulders.
Her colorless skin
Soft and unblemished
Her face and hands
Cold to the touch
Her eyes sparkle
Blue with sorrow
Cracked with demoralization
Weakened by misfortune.
But if you gaze
At the shards
Of her eyes
There is merriment.
There is joy
And there is laughter.
There is ambition
And blissful memories.
Her childhood
Scarred by tragedy
Tainted by wounds
Stained with tears.
But behind the despair
There is elation.
Behind the affliction
There is ecstasy.
Each shard represents
Another memory.
The cracks show you
The torment.
Her dress is soft
And vibrant blue.
Her favorite color
Like the empty sky.
But under the beauty
There is pain.
Beneath the blue
There is black.
A world of darkness
Masked by light.
Uncovered by her eyes.
Uncovered by death.
She lays quietly
In the coffin.
No words escape
On her breath.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC