"frustation" poems
All things must end in time
Regardless of who when where or why
I am absolved by the setting sun
In this absence of light the darkness is All, the shadow is One
The Ray of intellect pulls pieces from the vast darkness
Attached by fear, chased by longing
We run in circles, burying Truth beneath flecks of meaningless illumination
Frustation, anger, the illusion of danger.
I am a fool.
I sit, surrounded by water in a rowboat without oars demanding control or salvation.
There is no alternative, no freedom of suffering from pain nor dehydration.
My body, my boat, my ocean are destined to fall to dust
The wise man knows this and worries not.
Just as the sun sets, the rays that illuminate are impermanent
All that ever was transitions to all that can never be
Beyond suffering, beyond pain
Beyond illusory words orchestrated on this page
It is held by a fabric that cannot be named
It resonates in our being as love
It’s the deepest darkness that holds the brightest light.
You may heed my words or continue the Material spin
It’s up to you where it ends or when you begin
But know this truly and deeply my friend,
When your travels are over
Lessons learned and suffering done
We will be made One
Destined to recuperate in the womb of the Sun.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 9:07 AM UTC
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I trust yet I'm suspicious
I love yet I'm hateful
I laugh loud but I cry
I observe, I'm not blind
I try so hard by confidence
shakes
Try harder, esteem breaks
I stand strong with laughter
aimed
Locked deep, my ferno rage
I clam up
Guards up
Shields up
Inside, the shards of my bones
break
Laughter to me is a sword
with two faces
I see the argent lighthearted face,
but my eye is locked on its
shadowed edge
Malicious, cruel, sharp and swift
Sheathed ever so deep into my heart
I can hear the echoes more than feeling the pain
I pick so blindly at an open wound
My mind is a riot, a murked brew
of emotions
Time will heal the wounds,
but it's a scar I'll always remember
Anger screams
Sadness cries
Frustation seethes
A joke, am I?
The sun is dead
Blocked out by echoes
Ink
So disoriented
Heart pulses
I cannot think...
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
I try to write a poem
To let go all of my emotions
But, I felt so empty
So lifeless
No inspiration in my head
I put the pen on the paper
A blank paper
That should be filled
By beautiful words that can't be forgotten
I just can't imagine
One single words
That fit in my feelings
That will bring that poem to perfection
My brains felt so empty
My ears can't hear anything from this frustation
All the voices suddenly gone
Numb.....
Filled my soul
I just can't let it go
I wish I can change the past
But I'm afraid to the future
Yes, a broken heart mess me up
I can't let the pandemonium in my head calmed down
Burried by the anger, the frustation
Locked deep inside my heart
All my inspiration
Thought it was dellusion
All the nightmares haunted my life
All my beautiful thought turns to dust
I wish.....
We could get back together
I promise
I will find you, I will safe you
From the eternal loss
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
Just like any other story
We've started with oh so blurry
Strangers we were,
I think that's a cliche from somewhere.
At the beginning it was all a blank page
And I'm a bubble trapped in a cage
While you had this heart with broken line
From the girl once you've called mine.
Maybe that's where we gain connection,
The hurt inside which obviously need correction.
Second by second we became friends
I hope it will last right until the end.
The laughs at our little conversation
It is both our path of satisfaction
There are times I'm festering in frustation
Trying to pen my way out of procastination
When I'm all empty,
You're there and refueled my positivity,
Are you the master of laughter spells?
Cause you give me happiness can't even describe in hell.
If perfection is just a lie
Then why do people even try?
I guess it lives within, we cannot see
Just like any second you become crazy.
This man with big gentle heart
We become proportion when it comes to music art,
We both shared common interest
We talk and laugh and forget about the rest.
But his heart needs to heal
He needs to be true and be real.
So wish upon a shooting star
Believe and you will get quite far
A hope, a wish, a dream, a smile
Nothing selfish, nothing vile.
But wish may not come true
So better plan and not out of the blue.
If you ever crash remember I'm here
Reach my hand, I'm giving it to you near.
Thanks for the bow with perfect timing
Great play of arch, friendship we're gaining.
I'm so lucky for having you,
Just wanna say I'm here for anything you do.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
sins and it's correspondense to luck,
on a tree house on an empty island am stuck,
helping hand for help in the present eyes,
just a foolish thought i dried,
essay of problems are here to be understand,
helpless i become tightly holding my self hand,
empty selection of friends results the lost of faces,
forgetfullness is better in that top time of spliting shoe laces,
peoples are gentle but to insert the drug ,
so that there need ,
become necessary business for there greed,
fel of helpless words is foundation;and frustation,
being of influence in strom under shattred hood,
life feels as punitive and lost the dots of happy smelling sandalwood,
drops of frozen tears stops on skin ,
cosy warm nothing remains ,
good as tight string,
beging for need and confident wealth ,
bending down head touched knees i need help .
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
Let her grow let give her chance,
let her feel the joy and dance,
dont burry her in every birth,
let her born with crystal shine eyes on earth,
give her care give her love,
please dont tear her clothes dont smash her,
into the dark behind the walls of tears,
if she's with you she has faith,
on your heart;
she'll stop her river of fears,
she only wants trust she only want truth,
why she feel so discarded from truth,
why to pushing her like discarded part as rut,
she can feel the pain behind your eyes,
but why not willing to hold her closing eyes,
why to avoid her screams,
dont you know you are also a birth of her best dreams,
even if you hold her when she is low,
she'll hug you back like her love pillow,
but please dont tease and wrongly touch her,
with your ***** mind & destroy her life & make it blur,
if you're not getting it dont your frustation on her,
decorate her with the fur of innocence & laughter,
try to understand her ability broad spectrum,
open her from cage; give her chance,
to light up the lantern
of humanity,belive,faith and innocence
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Break it all up, small and dense,
inhale and hold, and baby I'll cross that fence.
Let me get a little high and I'll open up,
I've always been told to scream my problems into a tea cup.
I tell myself I won't be like you,
but the way I feel when I'm gone feels true.
Four hits and that's not enough,
I don't know why everything is so tough.
I love the way I can be so vibrant,
when really I'm always on a tyrant.
I want to feel the tension of smoke,
that's the only way I don't choke.
I can tell you how I feel,
just let me get real.
This isn't frustation,
it's really just temptation.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
I'll make a hymn,
A hymn to my sadness,
Prose is my laziest instrument,
To outsource loneliness,
To let melancholy,
That in some point it had its nest on me,
I'll leave my inconformity,
My frustation,
My deepest feeling of denial,
Against all the injustice around me,
Neither by spitting it,
Cursing it,
Or changing it,
Becomes fair.
Where every man or woman has no value,
Where every object becomes value,
Welcome everyone,
To reality,
Where neither being a human could have more value than trash,
Where every objection is opposed by economic power,
Where every opportunity is shorn of those who do not have power,
Low self-esteem,
Constant comparison,
Self-destruction,
Our most solid principles in society,
Where suicidal instinct is a viable way,
While confrontation is brave and impossible,
Where all are dwarfed by those who take opportunities,
Beacuse most of them have opportunities at hand,
Freezing loneliness,
Takes over this city,
Where who gets laid more times,
Is the one who lives better.
Welcome to our society,
Where everything is declining,
Where the future is in the East and even in the north,
Where hope dwells expectation,
Which brings us to want what belongs to others,
To destroy ourselves only for not being enough,
Depend on the covers of social acceptance,
Just to be someone,
Where death,
It is a privilege and a prize at the same time,
For those who know that today,
Our society is the most perfect one,
For the generation born with it,
But not for our future or past.
Souls intertwine and become a new life,
They return to this soiety so different,
But they do not feel the change so sudden and incoherent,
Since the beginning of such children will feel,
But growing they will know,
That society will reject them,
They become marginalized at the same cycle,
Where mad people,
Dreamers,
Gentlemen,
Free thinkers,
The differents,
Will be placed on the corner table,
Where they are to fill leftovers,
Society just give them.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
Years went by and a single dream
Intoxicated me like none other.
Willow leaves whispered silent lullabies
And the sunlight's rays poured into my haze
I stared longingly at the possibility.............
Yet these lustful diaries
so forbidden,
so drunk with rich fantasies,
the smell of each thought
fumed with tempestuous spirits
dragged me under into the lonely abyss.
And the fantasized romance became torture
and freedom -
limitation and liberation all at once.
This dream was a playground.
A sanctuary, a church to let my spirit soar.
Glorious joy I could feel, but only for a second
Then, the truth sank in
like a sinking ship
The shackles of a single question still haunts me
-- what if?
And I wonder.
The pain is dull, haunting, yet hangs over me constantly
I am reminded that I remained in my dream world.
Unable to speak up,
From the wisdom of the pure heart
Unable to see the dream was always on this earthly plain
In plain sight.
In frustation, rage, and pain
Silent pain
I flip through my poetry account
-- God damm it. I have done this before
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
Dissapointment
Comes and goes
Condiment
Just flows
No one cares
They just walk away
It just like rotten pairs
Distastful
Scream for help
Nobody turns
Then a dog yelp
Then they turn
When i talk
Nobody listen
Im just a wall
A petition
Everything an obstical
Absruction, impediment, hindrace
A barrier
A trouble
It's distress
It's frustation
Sometimes iys anxity
Sometimes its shy but insucure
No diligence
No perseruance
No industry
No vigor
No carefulness
No intensity
No attention
No care
Not evedigent or painstacking
It's all
Its dissappointment
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
how many years since we
heard from joe
a curious combo combing
hurt
and happy..
some inspired bass
some real *******
sensitive lyrics..
he was 6 foot 6..
his piano composition
is further inspiration
i felt
jealous and sick..
stepping out
i glowed inside
and howled along..!
into the light
young old
tv gone
fnd..
he made too
a song called cancer..
everything
gives you cancer..
listen now..
never hear live
a lively rumbo
or something..
and don´ t played
that piano..
good on yer
joe..
iv
not unlike
alladin sane
kind of
a bit
bowie
not so
formulaic
less structured..
he rambles
along
like tottering
on a cliff
a bit more
melancholic
there is a
lack of direction
and a child like
frustation
the genius
tired by genius..
the whole thing
lacking any kind
of melody
but quite melodic..
some of the single notes
might have been aliens..
lol..
and the pianist
was his first and only
cut..and saved the day
when we are
to plummet
into insanity..
there comes
the saxaphone
which purrs
and loves us
into breath..
and that first
boing!!!!
astrix joe jackson
a real songwriter..
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
If I had a shiny gun
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains
Or had I some poison gas
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.
But I have no legal weapon--
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
I have always wanted to be like you,
Yet I'm never enough,
It never fails to frustrate me,
I wish it's myself I love.
Knowing I can do better,
Be respected,
Form a trendsetter,
Feel connected,
Only can I imagine.
Somehow think that I'm an attraction.
I have always wanted to speak like you,
Yet my voice tortures,
It never fails to frustrate me,
Sounds like chanting from warriors.
Many have fallen asleep to yours,
Wish I knew how to do that,
It's not that you're a bore,
Just a soothing, calm chitchat.
I have always wanted to be you,
Yet I'm me,
Without your inspiration,
I wonder where I'd be.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
i had forgotten
the rage and anguish
of a two year old boy
who is just too tired
and overwhelmed
i had forgotten
the frustation and angst
of the mother of a two year
whose answer to every question
in a howling NOooooo
both almost in tears
i so wanted to help
but remembered
outside influence
at this juncture
is often more
of a hinderence
but still i smiled
and leant over
and whispered
in her ear...
it does get better
and yes you are
doing a great job
sometimes it helps
to be told you are
even if it feels
like you ain't
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
I can't tell which I despise more
to be swept over and pulled under
by the violent currents of sadness, of anger, of frustation, of confusion -
by every single emotion
some I can't even give a name to
until my lungs are **** near full of water
or to float on the river
and not even feel the water lapping at my skin
and not even take notice of the cool and the blue of this liquid mirror under me
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
I'm waiting for him to leave
Do I want him to go?
He's gone
I'm walking down the rocky street
Sun flaring and blinding me
The trees are thick with dull green leaves
I find a place to sit
I feel the wooden crevices under my hand
The other hand resting on a page
I hear a sigh of frustation
Blonde Hair
Brown Eyes
Tall
They huff again
"Excuse me? Are you lost"
I ask, trying to help
They turn, eyes meeting mine
I take an intake of breath
They smile, eyes shining with thanks
They move towards me
Am I lost?
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC