"discomforted" poems
Freres humains qui apres nous vivez,
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ...
Men, brother men, that after us yet live,
Let not your hearts too hard against us be;
For if some pity of us poor men ye give,
The sooner God shall take of you pity.
Here are we five or six strung up, you see,
And here the flesh that all too well we fed
Bit by bit eaten and rotten, rent and shred,
And we the bones grow dust and ash withal;
Let no man laugh at us discomforted,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
If we call on you, brothers, to forgive,
Ye should not hold our prayer in scorn, though we
Were slain by law; ye know that all alive
Have not wit always to walk righteously;
Make therefore intercession heartily
With him that of a virgin's womb was bred,
That his grace be not as a dr-y well-head
For us, nor let hell's thunder on us fall;
We are dead, let no man harry or vex us dead,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
The rain has washed and laundered us all five,
And the sun dried and blackened; yea, perdie,
Ravens and pies with beaks that rend and rive
Have dug our eyes out, and plucked off for fee
Our beards and eyebrows; never we are free,
Not once, to rest; but here and there still sped,
Driven at its wild will by the wind's change led,
More pecked of birds than fruits on garden-wall;
Men, for God's love, let no gibe here be said,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
Prince Jesus, that of all art lord and head,
Keep us, that hell be not our bitter bed;
We have nought to do in such a master's hall.
Be not ye therefore of our fellowhead,
But pray to God that he forgive us all.
Algernon Charles Swinburne, trans.
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In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When I lie within my bed,
Sick in heart and sick in head,
And with doubts discomforted,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the house doth sigh and weep,
And the world is drown’d in sleep,
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the passing bell doth toll,
And the Furies in a shoal
Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the priest his last hath pray’d,
And I nod to what is said,
‘Cause my speech is now decay’d,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When, God knows, I’m toss’d about
Either with despair or doubt;
Yet before the glass be out,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the tempter me pursu’th
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the flames and hellish cries
Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes,
And all terrors me surprise,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the Judgment is reveal’d,
And that open’d which was seal’d,
When to Thee I have appeal’d,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
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This feeling I have that drags my spirit
And I indulge in its lowly zest out of habit
My feet they move in a trudge like manner
Shoulders hunched inwards non receptive to splendour.
How heavy it is in my heart I weep
For a life been dealt in a single, swift sweep
Cards that has been dealt from aeons past
Oaths recited loudly so that they would last.
Amidst the crowd of mask-faced happiness
Unconvinced, I slipped past unfound lest I be careless.
Discomforted in what on this path may lie
Discontented as such that my heart whines a cry.
Rigidity of routine when sensibility took over
Bruised bad and battered well my heart tumbled after
It felt like it's the end of my dream laden days
Reality sinks in, picks on my heart and there it stays.
I don't want to leave my coveted dreamscape
I don't want to destroy my only means of escape
On the ***** of fantasy, forever I want to stay
But it's crumbling away alarmingly like sun beaten clay.
I deceive my heart into thinking that there's still hope
Truth is I may have come to the end of the rope
Heart wants to hear a faint whisper of reassurance
Mind chides heart, it judgingly delivers it's sentence.
My cries cannot be heard, a wail of futile pleas
Banging on locked doors for which I don't have the keys
So weak this spirit for it has thus been broken
Morsel by morsel, this hapless soul is being eaten.
This burden I'm carrying seem never to have lightened
It is the dark of this period I wish to have brightened
Someone, anyone help...please show me a way
In this god forsaken pit I do not wish to stay.
However there exists yet a slim little chance
Key to courage is somewhere if I could afford a glance
Chances are that I may never even find it
I'll be trapped in a hole in which I can never truly fit.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
“while resembling you
looking at it with my heart
I’m discomforted
by the weight of tear-like dew
on wild carnation flowers”
“beyond measuring
the thousand fathoms depth
may the sea weeds
keep growing to be so deep
I’ll be merely a caretaker”
“you only dip
into shallow waters
in my morass
my body is totally submerged
in the ways of burning love”
“clouded
by affairs of the heart
I am lost
hello! Why doesn’t someone
ask how I am?”
Murasaki Shikibu
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
Morose skies dripped with agony
As dawn beckoned closer.
I peered through the rim of the earth
And found utter nothingness.
Not a sound peeped, not a soul weeped
As I fell into the oblivion
Of the earths shallow shores.
Eyes cannot see what this world truly holds
Discomforted hearts longing
And weary eyes falling,
I cannot see through the surface
As my skin is crawling.
Skies shatter and life is amidst,
Entities full of bitterness.
My heart mourns for the emptiness,
But I cannot see the color of the earth.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
As the rain pours into day
Driving on drench roads
I am alone
Inside this mechanical vehicle
Feelings of warmth and comfort
Away from the impurities
Sheilding the outter atmosphere
As the music soothes me to another time
While the passionate lyrics
Uplift my spirit
A completed stop
I commence to breath air
On Earth's surrounding enviroment
People looking like humanoids
With grimance faces
As I stood like a pawn on a chess board
Being checkmate from the unknown
This terrain
Which is not mine to walk
but to stroll in a proud manner
As I feel no calmity
Peeling my soul
While my skin is frail
To their discomforted
As the sun settles upon the cloudy skies
The raging foes are normal
As I seek to dry land
A touch of wet grass
Endures my feet to a conviction of glory
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 10:11 PM UTC
I got so much **** that I want to get done today.
My bodies so worn down that I cant come out and play.
My hips move so fast that I should be a stick shift, churning and turning every which way and I cant slow down.
Consequences of the rain.
Its raining so hard that i cant seem to see, but thats alright cus' then no one else can see me weep.
i scream so loud so crystal clear.
I tell my fears to sit down and grab a beer.
Chill for a second and make way for love.
Cus' I need to cut these strings attached to your hands above.
You make me go this way, near way, that way, here.
****** me all around and tear my cares out...
and rename them fear...
So every time I reach for em they'll burn and make me hurt.
Then I'll shoot em down and make another frown...
They're discomforted, disgusted at my lame disposition...
Of not shinning like a lion staring towards the sun...
In stead Im just ammunition without my gun...
Apart from all apart from the other halves that makes me a king...
The thing that sets me off and remove the problem...
I'm that dollar bill in the back pocket of my robber...
I'm bothered...
No way to get out...
I should be racing the wind and tearing wild in my dreams flesh...
Swallowing hard while others grunt....
Waiting for me to finish so they can eat away the scraps...
everything that is left over...even the crap...
Watch them eat it up and turn their smirk real sour...
and watch them fools devour the tired representations that aren't so true...
Instead I'm there bent over eating scraps for food,
I got so much beauty, intelligence, and truth..
I am the the god or goddess of our youth...
I will be king and shall rise again..
The dark night rises ready to tear out the flesh...
Prepare ye men and I will take them away...
Its time for the brave in me to come out and play.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
the political debate
has become rather base
female and male politicians
hurling plenty of mace around the place
the opposition leader's uncalled for tirades
tearing the Prime Minister down
and she in turn
taking a few swipes at his crown
gender politics is playing
in Parliament House these days
and little of it
makes for a respectful array
a cessation isn't on the horizon
in Canberra town
and the behavior of our politicians
is getting the constituency down
politicians of eras past
would be most discomforted
by
the present debating cast
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
She gazed, staring into her own pupils..
fixing her brows
smoothing those lines beside her widening closed grin
Fixating heavily on skin disregarding what lie beneath
A facade of certainty in worth or power
False knowledge of what the importance weighed
A mirror showing to her an image
Familiarity in shapes & shades
A contentment enrobed her shoulders
As she twitched and straightened her posture
The women glared
..The men looked on
Watching her pull hair behind one ear and then free it again
Discomforted Ticks unraveling
A soft glimmer in her eye pinning back all tell
This is what I see, and this is what I'll show..
In a moment she perceived to be alone
She was safe with her own reflection
In her own head space but still seen
Onlookers peering, counting the moments of doubt
Clocking the paces and plotting the course in directions
A two sided mirror ..with many reflections
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
It was a beautiful and warm Monday afternoon.
Everything felt in place—except her mind.
That day, she laid her body carelessly in a bed of a thousand lilacs,
Engulfed by her thoughts
She was unready for the day to consume her
Unfortunately for her, the world craved her undying attention.
The lilacs, nipped at her noise with pungent notes of jasmine and rose
The sun kissed her cheek,
While the breeze tousled through her hair
Rather than humming in curiosity, her mind danced along the brass of the wind
She could feel everything, but simultaneously, nothing at all.
Too much or too little, it never seemed to be enough.
Carefully, she listened to the breeze
She didn’t miss a beat
The rhythm felt smooth—natural
Trying to comfort her discomforting thoughts
Finally
It was quite and her mind now felt at ease
A sudden shadow casted above her undisturbed body
The lilacs comforted her in a way that her bed could not
The breeze silenced itself
Her thoughts picked up
Quietly, she listened to the raspy and familiar voice that would not stop humming
In a chuckle he asked, “why are you laying in a bed of flowers?”
He didn’t even notice that they were lilacs
Flustered by his sudden appearance, she opened her eyes and realized that it was time to leave the garden
She stared at him for a moment before she actually responded
With a slight nervous laugh, she responded honestly “I don’t really know.”
Dazed and confused, she gathered her strength to stand up “It’s been a while...”
But before she could even finish her sentence,
The brassy breeze started to chime
“Want to go grab some coffee?” he nervously said.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
We may soon forget about them,
Perform our daily tasks.
Seek what pleasure may be found.
Regain contentment in whatever measure.
They will still claw at the razor wire,
discomforted by rain, wind and snow,
determined to resist their pains,
seeking to share our inherited treasure.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
days like this remind me of how mentally ill I am. Why he left me. Why I want him. Why most of my friends got tired of my **** Why my family is discomforted by my presence.
I feel like every time I'm in the room with them, I have to excuse myself. I cannot conjure the energy anymore to act like everything or even anything is alright.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Often, in the day, the tickle begins its havoc
One where the answers my head rested on
Beget those questions anew,
Begetting more questions, their answers, too
I, with upright, beating breast, am fit to take on such a feat
To sing out fame and knowledge in the streets,
They shall know what I mean,
The truth is all and everything I mean.
Wracked by what seems a natural progression
From confident concreity to existential congestion
And subdued by chiasmatic coughing fits,
Beginning with the first, ending on the last
Confounded by the night where last may come first,
I got to bed discomforted, a few shots in me,
Knowing not what to blame: me or everything,
Who is it that makes no sense?
Staring at the dreamy ‘scape
I can see the algorithmic lynch pin
Taper off and down
Fantasies, angels spread their wings
And marvelous oceans rend
There at the bottom, or there in the sky,
Or in their middle-way
Is the delible surface with wanting cajolery
Written across it, “thou may.”
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC