"enrages" poems
Just like Goddess Kali
I am feared when not
understood
my enemies know my loving passion are my kids
those demons slander me
fearing the mother
goddess in me
I gave life and inadvertedly heartbroken waived it
I give life
birthed my children
against all adds
motherhood apeaces me
injustice enrages my dance
I am Goddess Kali Karijin
~~
Precious daughters
Elena Rose Jeanette fear not
I save I protect I write
it's my frenzied dance
surounded by demons ferocious
you and me won many a
gruesome wars
to protect you three your
children alike my light
I have deamed
Remember Mother Kali
I love you miss you
more and more
and for you my life I lay
~~~.
The goddess mother
(excerpt)
~estranged from kids ~
~~~~~~
"The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loose from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path...
The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
A thousand,
thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black."
love & motherhood apeace me.
~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
inspired
by Hindi ink Durga-Kali
Shiva Lord's Wife
revised 06-5-19
~~~~
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
The oxygen tastes so familiar
I’m sure that I've breathed this before
The day trickles in through the curtains
The draft shuffles under the door
The sunlight ambushes my pillow
And forces me further a field
The cat at the door wants his breakfast
The bells of the church are all peeled
But there's little to gain by awakening
To remind me of all that I miss
When I hold you its like you're a statue
And you push me away with a kiss
The cars rattle by on their business
And the postman enrages the dog
The wind asks around for directions
And leaves all the shutters agog
My quilt is beginning to stifle
And my neck, with a threatening creak
Gives a preview of oncoming headaches
In a language too easy to speak
But uncomfortable I persevere
With a risible snore and a hiss
Because soon I'll turn over to face you
And you'll push me away with a kiss
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
there’s this thirst inside of me,
a monster who enrages my insides and tears me apart
once you feed the monster, there’s no stopping me.
I binge.
And after comes the guilt and the shame and there’s no self-control.
the monster inside me was right, so I got up, and flushed almost everything inside me down the rabbit hole.
I knew I shouldn't have done that, but it was better to get rid of the guilt physically than let it rot inside my body more than it already was.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 11:39 PM UTC
As the sun reaches it zenith & the moon becomes full,
Soldiers are deployed at various point,
Allowing their thought to wander away into ephemeral violence,
Well armed,
Red pointers at human sight,
killing in the pretence of liberation,
Defenceless civilians murdered in sight,
I don't have the adequate vocabulary to constructively & emotionally create that atmosphere,
As a poet they don't mind if I make a sound
But it's a real problem
if I ever get too loud,
It enrages me,
I'm bitterly miffed,
Imagine the agony, stress, depression & tension they are
going through,
Let's be factual,
Their based desire & legitimate purpose is to associate ,affiliate & standardize us as terrorist,
They come in front of our tv & give us speech our forefathers have never heard of,
Humanity in it eternity have been blindfolded & deviated from the truth,
They have become the fixed & Luminous center around which innumerable lifestyle revolves,
Civilization will not lead mankind to insanity,
It feels good to be in power ,
But a day will come when they will ponder, reflect & introspect,
but their reflection will be to no avail,
Reflect over what I say,
In silence & tranquillity,
We may be on a Long arduous journey,
But victory is to the oppressed,
Categorically & selectively speaking ,
It will become a practical reality,
Innocent souls are been lost everyday,
In pakistan,Syria,Iraq,Iran
Yet the conference continues,
Killings intensifies,
Women are murdered,
Fathers are slaughtered,
Kids are held captive some rigorously excluded,
Without them labouring humanity searching for peace will perish,
It's a sad time we live in,
Educated leaders with no heart of human sympathy,
Acting upon their based desires & ego,
You may call this character assassination,
I call it supreme words of justice
Only time will tell who is the true terrorist
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnall face.
Young beauties force our love, and that’s a ****
This doth but counsel, yet you cannot ’scape.
If ’twere a shame to love, here ’twere no shame,
Affection here takes Reverence’s name.
Were her first years the Golden Age; that’s true,
But now she’s gold oft tried, and ever new.
That was her torrid and inflaming time,
This is her tolerable Tropique clime.
Fair eyes, who asks more heat than comes from hence,
He in a fever wishes pestilence.
Call not these wrinkles, graves; if graves they were,
They were Love’s graves; for else he is no where.
Yet lies not Love dead here, but here doth sit
Vowed to this trench, like an Anachorit.
And here, till hers, which must be his death, come,
He doth not dig a grave, but build a tomb.
Here dwells he, though he sojourn ev’ry where,
In progress, yet his standing house is here.
Here, where still evening is; not noon, nor night;
Where no voluptuousness, yet all delight
In all her words, unto all hearers fit,
You may at revels, you at counsel, sit.
This is Love’s timber, youth his under-wood;
There he, as wine in June enrages blood,
Which then comes seasonabliest, when our taste
And appetite to other things is past.
Xerxes’ strange Lydian love, the Platane tree,
Was loved for age, none being so large as she,
Or else because, being young, nature did bless
Her youth with age’s glory, Barrenness.
If we love things long sought, Age is a thing
Which we are fifty years in compassing;
If transitory things, which soon decay,
Age must be loveliest at the latest day.
But name not winter-faces, whose skin’s slack;
Lank, as an unthrift’s purse; but a soul’s sack;
Whose eyes seek light within, for all here’s shade;
Whose mouths are holes, rather worn out than made;
Whose every tooth to a several place is gone,
To vex their souls at Resurrection;
Name not these living deaths-heads unto me,
For these, not ancient, but antique be.
I hate extremes; yet I had rather stay
With tombs than cradles, to wear out a day.
Since such love’s natural lation is, may still
My love descend, and journey down the hill,
Not panting after growing beauties so,
I shall ebb out with them, who homeward go.
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I see you, I feel you and I hear you
I know the travails you’ve been through
Always there, never looked at
Rarely at peace, mostly in combat
You fight to hold on and fight to let go
The person you love most may become a foe
Once you’re wounded it lasts a lifetime
Yet the executors never deem it a crime
Its the heart that has to go through it all
And at the end of the day, has to stand tall
I say the heart is a wild creature
It is its own master and its own teacher
And our ribs are its disdainful cage
One that in no way soothes, only enrages
The heart would consider beating the cage down
But it knows if it escapes in blood you would drown
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
for Maria
if you have lived with me for more than a day,
you know I hero worship each individual word
in my birthed American English language
as is my style, I oft honor it with a poem,
but begin indubitably with a definition
Base
is such a word that deserves a recitation
for complex it is, a multiplicity of uses,
a word of many characters,
a word so unusual,
to the French I defer,
un mot plein de mystère
see its complexity,
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/base
a base is:
your bedrock, your cornerstone,
on firm footing your base must exist
t'is a groundwork word,
a keystone cop,
a root underpinning,
your warp,
your woof
Your children
so when taken,
when the spiritual
is crushingly wrong*
sometimes I feel like a motherless child,
*tense all wrong,
all wrong perversed,
the words reversed
You understand the nuance of words
so much better, and you
engage it
for now the word, just
enrages
Base
my new base
is
bad, black, evil, foul, immoral, iniquitous,
wrong and cruel
my new base-full state now,
my new base-less state now
this is my base now,
now that my organs,
cut from my body,
cannot be restored
Base is my life
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC
To Whom It May Concern,
Silently I cry while she slaps and slurs her words.
You foolish child, you're no woman at all.
You're nothing but absurd.
You've called me names, you've bruised my entire being.
I was waiting for something to show me what you're meaning.
Why do you hate me? All I ever did was try! I try to take care of whom we love but still you're not there!
I'm fed up, I've had enough. You push me once more again.
I look your way and firmly say, if you hit, I will defend.
The power in your eyes enrages, the lioness has left her cage.
Your tearing and you're striving to tear this look right off my face.
It says " I will not lose, I will not give in."
And battles your folly pride.
I'll keep my face steady, even when the tears start to stream.
And even when you're sober, this look will remain.
It is the look of broken souls, crushed by lies & deceit.
Never have I turned away before, but today I am not the same.
Sincerely,
I've run out of cheeks.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Two suns rose today
on the palm of my hands
and made it difficult
to grasp too tightly.
The rays turned to embers
the embers, to ash
and whispered across
my mind.
In moments of fury,
the flicker within
enrages my skin
floods my brain.
But the soon to come trickle
the place always settled
waits for the return
of the sun.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
To write from the heart is difficult
Expressing the emotions you feel
Telling of the love that blesses
And keeps you going strong
Of the love that tore you apart
And ripped out your very soul
Leaving you on the ground, bleeding
That is another kind of love, it hurts
Of the happiness that you feel
For the friends, you love to make smile
Making them laugh with a word or two
Sharing the merriment deep inside
Of the anger that grips, that enrages you
Sharing the fury that blows like the wind
Building up, roaring like a hurricane
Because this rage, in words, is released
That is the heart talking, in so many ways
So much to share, to express to the world
Some may hide from the reflection of your words
But you need to speak, to let that heart beat free
Now the head, it takes over, giving out reason
Sometimes it shows logic in so many ways
Afraid to see beyond those emotions shared
When imagination is shown in so many ways
The head and the heart fight with confliction
Never agreeing on what the other thinks
Yes, we are all guilty of going with the head
When we should feel what is in our heart
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
"I AM YOUR INDECISION!"
The beast roared, shattering the thin, frail film of a shield with which I had managed to surround myself using the little energy I had remaining. I was terrified. It was too huge -- too tremendous. I could hardly make out what it was due to its enormous complexity. And the worst part was...
It was my own creation. I had taken on too many possibilities and had not decided. I had not decided!
But how could I? They were all so...fantastic! I loved each and every one of those possible outcomes. I loved them until they became a monstrosity. The thought of all those futures -- my futures -- becoming something...something like this... It... It...
Enrages me! It saddens me! It brings searing tears to my eyes because I still love the monster I see before me! The very thing that would devour my mind, body and soul if it could. But I would not let that happen. I am not my possibilities. I am not my past nor my future.
"I AM!"
And with those burning words of power I drew the sword which would sever the beast. From my heart the hilt -- gleaming golden grip with a fiery Phoenix crystal clasped in an iron claw. From my mind the blade -- sharper than obsidian flake and still deeper dark, kris like a slithering serpent. And from my soul the glowing strength to wield this sword and wings to carry me onward.
Forth, I fly.
Decide, I must.
Be cause is why.
Myself, I trust.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
A desire doused in vermilion
The unquenchable thirst for the sweet fluid that pumps through your veins
To the point where it enrages and cages
Engraving my name on your ribs so I'll be forever near your heart
Cradling your heart in my palm
To change the rhythm of it's beating so it grows fond of me
Don't shiver when I call out your name
I feed from you because
I know what's best for you
Can't you see you need me
You're nothing without me
Now hush! Let's go for a drive and kiss me at the tombs
Play with my hair some more, pull it out in clumps then choke me
I promise I'll beg for more
Soon we will be joined in matrimony
I picked out our song
A death metal number for our first dance
Infinity is you and I
I will wear my dress of doom
With the teeth of your former lovers as a necklace
You will wear your leather jacket and motorcycle boots
You will kneel and profess your undying love for me
If you ever leave me
I'll **** you
Because I love you
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
An exit is sought, yet not to be found.
Defeat overwhelms me,
*my mind I cannot escape,
my anger spoken through actions,
my nerves are restless with adrenaline.*
Jealousy uncleanly tears apart my soul.
I pray that I am deceived by these images,
for my sanity cannot afford this breakdown,
Have I not suffered enough already?
One simple glance at your smile,
enrages my soul with heat waves of anger,
This fusion inside of me is burning-
hotter than the depths of hell.
My urges become more tempting and irresistible.
What you value the most, would give me great pleasures to rip away,
for the passion of anger I hold, is beyond itself.
What appears through my words; is happiness,
but I've merely fooled you, as I am a master of deception-
my heart cries in pain.
I am consumed by anger
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
What has happened to me?
My home invaded with malevolent glee!
All my furniture has been moved!
To places that I do not approve!
Strangers rummaging through my once quaint estate!
Murking it with audacious goods without my debate!
I worked to hard for all my stuff!
How dare you move it away so ruff!
If only I could push you away,
I do not want you to stay!
This home is all I have left.
I will fight on, even if you all are deft!
Here once was my glorious dinning room,
Now a den for mongrel fraternity fume!
The debaucher in these once quaint walls,
Enrages me as my would-be tear falls.
There must be a way to get my home back!
So many young men I yearn to smack!
Why these boys to take over my home?
They treat it like a lurid **** in ancient Rome!
If only I could.. Oh wait I can!
Move this garbage brought by man!
Lets see how you like you secret hidden stash of ***
Ending up in the neighbor’s lot!
Or how about these insipid pile of clothes
Draped with my thorns and rose!
What are these strange record tables?
Why would you need two to play two old vynal labels?
This stuff is so confusing to me.
Endless dull colors and metals as far as I can see.
Well if I am stuck living with you feral beasts,
A little discipline is in order, in the very least!
First, we must clean this god-forsaken mess.
Let me show you where these clothes should rest.
Then I will find a way to tame you wild young devils,
To respect your lady guests during your revels.
Maybe that is why I am still here?
Trapped with these oaths, who cause me to leer.
Is this torment for being such an old grinch?
Every penny stored and accounted for in the pinch.
Your judgment is harsh, dear lord, for placing me here.
Now lets see how these boys handle my ghostly enraged fear.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
My mask of a thousand years shows no emotion
For this world
For each grain of its being
Holds a story for our future
Each line, crease and fold bares heavy
In my heart
And the world continues its turn
What horrors have I unleashed
7 billion souls
Hungry
Wanting
Crying for a better hope
And still they prey
It is this waste that enrages me into action
I gave them life and all they do is
Fight it
Steal it
Shame it
All to anger me
Rage me into the monster I so rarely wish
The time has come for the mask to fall
This place needs me
My world is broken
And I am ashamed
Look at me and worry
For the future is here and
The story is written
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
For what reason should I give a ****
Should I tell you what has been on my mind
For what reason should I listen to you
When you ignore everything I say
You play this game that manipulates my life
Then want to get mad at me when my life finally crumbles
When I finally become depressed because my mind can't handle the torture
For what reason do you pretend to give two ***** about me
You make me sick and tired of being alive
Because every thought in my head is that of you telling me I can't
And I know can't but I still try to thrive
Only to dive six feet deeper into the solid ground
I've gone so far down now that I can feel the firey pitts of hell burn my *** to ashes
And it hurts but I cannot cry because I still fear what you think of me
So I pretend not to give a **** when a **** is all I have to give
Because the ***** been burned long before I got to this point
So I laugh knowing that the blood of ******** would spued out my mouth
But just like everything else you ignore that as well
And it enrages me until the point the light in my life ceased to exist
So I end up sitting alone in another lonely night
Can't you open your eyes for not five second
Just see my true sorrow that I don't even hide
Hear my cries of me begging please notice please notice
Please notice me I beg thee
I've become so weak I crawl instead of walking
I'm too tired to eat,Too hungry to sleep
I just don't know what to do anymore
Yet there you are turning your back to as you always have
So why should I give a **** anymore
Though everything is on my mind
Why should I listen these days
When these days are the ones that have finally broken me
I don't care anymore
I can't care anymore
I'm done for
Goodbye world
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
The News is basically that overplayed radio single you hate hearing.
Most of the time, it just annoys.
Most of the time, it just enrages.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
I wish that i could stop dreaming because in the end my friend i wake up screaming. Blind and unseeing i arise, wide eyed with my voice flying from my throat. you all know that i have nightmares, or if u dont you dont care. Scribbles from my pen reveal that to feel one must live and to live one must lie awake at night, free to think with insanity flowing through his veins. Attacking sanity because sanity is a cage that enrages me. The thinker , the feeler, the hoper, the dreamer. In all sanity one is far from reality. A wise man once said to me "things are not what they seem". The silent are screaming the dreaming are waking, the fallen are flying, the living are dying, and still we cant see that we are blind to the truth. I was blind to the truth but now death is dead to me.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
my dad, his rage terrifies me,
the way he treats my mom aggravates me,
his constant neglect enrages me,
he is a workaholic,
sexist,
racist,
homophobic,
narcissistic,
trump supporting,
white man.
with a feminist,
bisexual,
free thinking,
Liberal
Daughter.
who never apologizes for things he does wrong,
never makes time to chat with his daughter,
who never cares,
about anything,
other than,
Himself.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 8:48 PM UTC
My soul lies parched from the sun
My tears are carried by the rain
My angers enrages the rivers
Which flow to the oceans again.
The despair of life lies before me
And dances beyond my eyes.
“Is there no end to sorrow?”
As I cry out to my God.
The Almighty sends forth an Angel
To this unlikely place
He takes me from the ocean
And spares me from my fate.
The enemy fights long and hard
To defeat this Angel of mine
But through love, hope and grace
This war is won in time.
In the House of David,
The banquet table’s set
Waiting for the Bridegroom
To come and celebrate.
He’s perfect in all His Glory
And takes His rightful place
And grants peace and harmony
To all who bow in grace.
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
In search of distractions from fractured reactions
to viral infections conflicting us all
The beast on my shoulder gets meaner, gets colder
gets thinking of things that could do with a fall
Collapsing contentment and rising resentment
As vicious suspicions maliciously twist
And virally spiral compiling with ire all
the lists of the villains who wouldn’t be missed.
It’s easy, a breeze, to believe this disease
is a key to relieve us of troublesome foes
Let karma disarm those who lead us to harm
in whatever the form that enrages you most
But I can’t let it happen, can’t fall for that pattern
and so I shall seek a superior spell
A quick incantation from nation to nation –
I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
Though losing my patience in self-isolation
my station is not to condemn or to curse
We’re scared, unprepared, we’re deserving of care
We are all of us human – no better, no worse
It’s easy to send all my prayers to my friends
to extend my concern to my own personnel
but when all’s said and done we are all of us one
and I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
The bog-rolling, bankrolling blinkered baboons
who believe that their need is more urgent than yours
The greedy, the needy, the selfish, the seedy
who’d climb over corpses to capture the cures
To wish them destruction, distress or dysfunction’s
to sanction the strife that’ll send us to hell
There’s only one thought that can stifle the rot –
I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
The braggard, the swaggard, the shit-stirring blackguard
who puffs and parades and proclaims it a hoax
However prophetic, profound and poetic
the justice would be if you choked on your jokes
You’re only mistaken, a place often taken
by me and by you and by everyone else
You may be a fool, may be callous and cruel
But I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
The fashion for passion has stirred us to action
Habitual friction, regrettable, crass
I know that I need just a moment to breathe
my rage can engage when the danger is passed
From Daisy to Doris, from Donald to Boris
we’re part of a chorus for good or for ill
We loathe and we love and we hug and we shove
And I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
This is the hour meanness bears
Girls marble eyes fatigued by sun-filled play on Summer sunny days.
Black angel of mine, meander near my truth; corral words interchanged between the mortal whims we buried near the sand and stone murals the coastline and ravines overthrew.
Many orchids, chocolate brushing a with death'careless needles- adapted since.
Now I follow you, the boldness of your emerald crown, and the swueakiness amidst your new Keens and their patter on the crackly ground.
A cute exists to cease your pain
It takes the somber in your ails
Then slivers off pieces of your bones.
The downside is you **** all day
Your fury enrages you more.
The three-step antibiotic treatment
Made the sick in you sicker-
Treats meant to wander freely Now we've been in this trapped plainness in trapped family nowhere-land; until so miserable, melancholy, and disappointed
Anger turns to shouting.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC