"effortful" poems
Ever since you left me
in rude awakening,
I get up each day to a madness
which seems endless,
when my mind is a playground that homes
psychedelic dreams.
I am confused and
consumed by this make-belief
reality.
But what if I told you
that I am enjoying this little bit of madness?
The constant churning of ideas
like juices sloshing
within gastric walls.
The effortful creation and feverish writing
through midnight
under the soft glow of the night light.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
nonmeditation
is the best kind of meditation
not doing,
just being
not listening,
simply hearing
simply here
How do I write poetry
simple by being?
effortlessness is effortful
How do I show to the world
the way my brain should work
so that I appear
smart
articulate
thoughtful
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when really I feel like spurting a string of thoughts that would not make sense to anyone, including myself, in any moment but this one
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here's me:
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC
Pompous:
"Oh God, no, not another shallow rhymer,
fitting each word to its neat little place.
Oh God, no, not another painterly composition
with planal directions going round and around or leading that way and this.
They did that in the past; get to the new.
Make sure the reader or viewer knows that the masterful
knows more than than the masterful lets t/h/r/o/u/g/h/ out.
Disdain extenuating weakenings caused by straining for clarity
or unnecessary exertions in expressions of cohesion.
Words, though plain, arouse astonished wonder by nonchalant impenetrable shufflings.
Be clued-in, be bold, be tough and show it when you sculpt the clay.
When shaped, use your trowel to scratch the surface, evoking even more obscurity.
Toss it off in broad strokes of masterful negligence.
Be above the miniscule.
By these means show in shadowy hints the profundity that winks beyond merely ordinary restrictions.
Break the barriers, fly the constructive. Those old shackles lie about the world.
Show you ain't no conforming sissy.
Display in impatient referenceless strokes
Your forceful awareness of the world as known."
Facetia:
"Oh?
A world which evidences no form and structure in living creatures;
no eons of effortful evolution;
Forests have no ecology, and laws of nature aren't for binding.
Mind never happened, spirit's a farce,
unions only expedient plottings.
Lessons of history describe the disruptive;
it's what you grab and who you club;
others are only take or be taken.
Show 'em who's boss,
stash it away,
it's dog eat dog until there's nothing.
Shake it all up and break it all up.
It's only entropy."
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 7:17 AM UTC
Poetry is dead.
I am only writing to you as a
Ghost myself.
Do not fear though,
For in death restrictions are forgiven
And we can roam senselessly
Through the annals of time.
Let us read of the modesty
Of the notebook. Oh, how I’ll
Remind you of the typewriter,
Lest we forget its aggression.
The pound of the letters,
Each stamped with vengeance
Onto the page.
The digital age.
This is all still just an elaborate
And effortful attempt
To paint our hands onto the
Wall of a cave.
So, poetry is dead
And I believe you are too.
Else you wouldn’t be reading this,
You would have something more unhealthy to do.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
He was right about April
callous brutality
washing our sorrows in joy
each sweet breath effortful
eyes reborn to the brightness
unaccustomed to all this blossoming
an embarrassment of beauty
but we go on
year after blistering year
infusing our days with purpose
we'll never come to understand
your lips against mine in
mysterious bliss
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Hatred is for the weak at heart
Because it's more effortful to love
Telling a lie is like buying a cheap car
Easier to afford
But costly to maintain
Realness is getting overshadowed by fakeness in this world full of phonies
It requires more to shine in a lake of darkness
But good will always win.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC
Petrifying yellow agony that I concealed inside my mind
Made untouchable even from my brown bare hands
Escape like a prisoner but the end is dark and nowhere to find
Untimely, these scarlet embers burning in the sands
Succumbed into a swirling abyss of agonizing questions
A bizarre episode of losing in a game we all call Life
Only cascading tears are present in effortful actions
Merciless, stabbing me relentlessly with a stainless knife
These thoughts have been in my weary heart for the longest time
Hidden under the deepest chambers preventing anyone to discover
Hindering myself to soar with blissfulness, it’s the most violent crime
Lest, I’ll be ****** and impossible to recover
Mixed thoughts of melancholy and sorrow, these are all fleeting
Although these were the ones that left a massive and painful scar
Shrouded by the blanket of smiles behind an unbearable sting
I cannot wake up from this nightmare yet because it’s dawning afar
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
An error occurred
in my clear vision
I stand blurred
Though feeling hopeful
my heartbeat despaired
despite my forward steps
the path erased
The knowledge acquired
from these effortful years
suddenly failed
I stand and breathe
but inside
my being is impaired
My voice I can speak
without it being heard
All the trophies I gained
are my loss
the only thing that remained
Misguided again
by my well- set watch
enduring compass
and my intuition torch
My knees are trembling
my hands are shaking
from all the asking
myself is lost
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC