"disconsolation" poems
beacons of thunder,
glow of a kindled lantern
small embers that whisper,
but clap like god shot a gun
shimmering in that darkness
of disconsolation and remorse
a diamond of its own
a soul looking for a love to call their home
and my heart still glows
bright like the lights that leads me off cliffs
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
wandering
across
the splinters of
squandered
seasons
the Hajj
of the
lost ones
completes
a broken
circle
returning
with hope to
burrow back
into the safety
of desecrated
graveyards
welcomed
home to the
embrace of a
cadaverous cloak
and the kiss
of carrion
smudged lips,
Hajji's eye
the decrepit
visage of
criminal
depravity
germination
of this
Arab Spring
mocks us
aromas
of jasmine
elude us
emulsified
concrete
clogs our
nostrils
burning eyes
filled with
asbestos dust
form
grateful
blinders
to the
ruination
of reason
betrayed
arcane
remnants
of our life
lay inert
in the open
****** of
fractured
habitations
amidst
jumbled rubble
the decaying
carcasses of
razed buildings
boast grotesque
sculptures of
twisted rebar
cradling artifacts
of a past life
pink
hair curlers
splashed
with sickly
blood grown
mold
scavenged
bicycles
limp on
banished
parts
smashed
skulls of
dolls weep,
her
dismembered
limb reaches
for a lost child’s
nursing
hand
the charred
remains of a
Persian rug
maps the
scale
of a city’s
deconstruction
and a frayed
regions
disconsolation
electric luxury
flowing water
the friendly bustle
of the street
bespeak
expired memories
foretelling an
unimaginal future
sectarian strife
enforces a communal
solitary confinement
in cold blood
we willingly
murdered
compassion
we
butchered
trust
we
euthanized
our
common
humanity
constructing
buildings is
easy
rebuilding
ourselves
impossible
Music Selection:
Segovia, Capricho Arabe
Oakland
5/13/14
jbm
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
A responsibility
The Flames
Meant to be shared between two
And only two
Once a tender leaves?
Together we must link the flames
the heat cannot be handled by one.
but thats where the responsibility falls
Desperately trying to warm others
with the flames unfathomable rage
reaching out for help
losing His humanity
But to no avail
Burning everyone in It's wake
the flame is eternal, but the fuel is not.
The tender becomes
A charred husk of what he used to be,
Nevertheless he keeps his great affinity for the fire.
He who was the king of sunlight
Is Now
The Lord of Cinder,
A scorched soul,
A forlorn epitome of disconsolation.
left to weep in the kiln of the flame He created
to protect us from the corruption of darkness
Only in a place like this
Can a new,
True spark
Be Born.
Here's to the saddest story i know
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Droning a monotone note,
Rocking back and forth,
complaining of a sore throat,
I witnessed a man go insane.
Down the street from the store
By the grey abstruse sign on the back door,
He did a quick shake. . . .
He did a quick shake. . . .
To the acrid taste of an apple.
With his begrimed hair and dark eyes,
He pulled out a paper and started to recite his final goodbyes,
O darkness!
Swaying, syncopated with his incoherent words,
He imagined a world with only birds.
Sweet world!
Coming from the innards of his soul.
O darkness!
In a deep voice filled with dissimulation,
I heard that man whisper,
“Ain’t got nothing to think of,
Ain’t got nobody but my self.
I’s a lonely man,
And I find no reason to prove it to oneself.
Thump, thump, thump, went his heart against his chest,
He thought back on his life, and was not impressed-
“I cant find comfort, And I can’t be satisfied.
Can’t find comfort And can’t be satisfied—
I ain’t got a care, And I wish that I had died.”
And for a long time he sat there.The sun came up and went down.
The man got up and started to walk without a destination.
While he was stuck in a state of disconsolation.
He closed his eyes-to die-or to engage his imagination.
Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 6:58 AM UTC
Everheart,
Fragmented
you give yourself away
and lose another piece
While you starve
these beasts will feast
Disconsolation proves
Rejection causes collapse
Wretchedness moves
To reside in these cracks
You've been here before
Far from tomorrow
Where promises live
And happiness borrowed
You cry to stop the beating
You scream for an end
But the cycle keeps repeating
And you'll start again
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC