"fullfilment" poems
chaotic impulses lead to irregular rhythm
your sun dances over head and
aching skeletons rattle their bones,
drinking bottomless cups of sand
swept up with the dry wind into their eyes
and garments that rot and rag about their femurs
as they smile dangerously and wink
chaotic impulses lead to irregular rhythm
a small brook turns into a fierce demon
sweeping eddies full of names into its depths
and the meek grizzlies paw at
the rotting bits of fish left on the shore
who gulp in deadly heaps of air
for their water-ridden lungs
chaotic impulses lead to irregular rhythm
leaving an abandoned shock of metal
as a refuge for the lonely
and frostbitten potatoes are the only accompaniment
to twenty five pounds of rice and a lean frame
hiding huddled in a mass of snow
lay all of the accused
chaotic impulses lead to irregular rhythm
as thick steel drives through flesh and boe
grinding rubber against gravel; metal against metal
and screeching high-siren pitches nonstop day and night
boring into your skull with the urgency and ceaselessness of a hungry wolf
who scares off the weak and the poor, the hungry and the searching;
who became
one
chaotic impulses lead to irregular rhythm
and those strange and lonely souls scared off by
the fierceness and emptiness of corporations and concrete artists
flee into the fierce emptiness of the wilds instead
sparing one hardship for the other
searching for a fullfilment not found in a box
and an empty space that can only be filled by invisible wings
chaotic impulses lead to irregular rhythm
a frantic dance in a great big monastery
the lunatic portrays a Zen within his twitch
to layer understanding beneath Zen beneath lunacy
with his mad fervor he becomes great
and understands real truth - in his own way -
and then dies
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 7:12 PM UTC
A wish like a wild fire,
kept burning inside her heart,
she couldn't contain it any more,
so whispered it to the heart of night,
fearing it would be forgotten easily
as the night advances to a destination unknown.
But the first golden ray of morning light, she gathered
was the sweet fulfillment she didn't know she sought all these days.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
The wind blows my hair,
blows through my soul,
blows my worries, sorrows and fears for that moment.
I close my eyes and feel tranquil.
It is peaceful the wind, in its own loudness.
The wind gales come and stop abrubtly,
like taking a short nap.
Winds come again like whispers from angels,
air from their wings.
Angels are amongst me,
I cannot see them,
I cannot feel them,
yet I know they are there.
It is my escape to nature.
I open my eyes to the rippling of water.
Pure peace, unthreatening.
Sun shines on the water like stained glass,
dangling crystals over the water.
I feel an inner peace I could not achieve in my own mind.
I am one soul.
A lost soul.
Searching for a place of peace within myself.
If only to feel this peace for eternity I would find my soul.
One of purpose, of meaning, of desire, of true happiness, fullfilment and hope.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
After defecating
no tissue to wipe
our buttocks
no dry leaves to clean
our hands
no water to wash our
body
the government promised
the tissue
But their promise is christ
second coming
thousand years elapse
no sign of fullfilment
flies feast on our feaces
gurnor chased away
The air is Carbon (iv) Oxide
feaces taint it
when is the true Messaiah
coming?
Perhaps! God is the answer
the mother hen will protect
her children against the hawk
At dawn
the dogs swallowed
our feaces,leaked our hands
The answer is God
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
A MADMAN’S GESTURE
In rooms of a time I called yesterday
The evenings were red I felt
The sunsets meant something final to me
A pointless hand gestured meaningfully
A sentence expressed passions
Where else did I paint scenes of life
You saw the conversations
The attempts
In instances hopeful
I cried once or twice
To create
The hope of love
And fullfilment, how strange
Glancing nowhere
Walking somewhere
Where do I exist?
I can be, I can love
Yet, in loneliness’ laws
Who is there
To love?
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
Oh how I wish I could walk
with the aura of my namesake.
That I would never have doubts.
That my self-confidence would never waver.
That I would have any confidence whatsoever.
That I would have a sassy remark about everything.
That I would always have a comeback prepared.
That I would never be afraid to use it.
That I would always have a funny story to tell.
That I could always be there for everyone.
That everyone would care.
That I would never feel “dead inside”.
But, alas,
I am a person.
I am not a wish-fullfilment fantasy.
I will never grow into her,
because despite my feel-good delusions,
I am not her.
And she will never be me.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
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( in response to today's DAILY )
I gaze into your eyes !
I see myself
Struggling for existence
//
We are both so empty
Yet we say WE are In love
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The winds !
Blowing all the children into the oblivion
Of vacuous movie theaters
Where WE watch STAR WARS 7
& make our oppressors wealthy
and pretend that something REAL
is being said
///
Oxymorons of hateful love
We talk about each other as total strangers
••
We need each other but dare not show weakness !
::::
We run and hide in our own darknesses and say we are LOST !!
•
We write our poems and are praised for our pain
But we will NOT unite in LOVE
AND TRULY BE FREE !!!
:;:
We claim
THEY are oppressing US
But in reality
There is no THEY
and there is no US
//
And another day
Filled with emptiness
Is wasted
NO THEY ..... MAKES .... US DO THIS !!
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We will not address our fear
)(
We are not poets
Only victims of our own pure.
Self abuse
,
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
One day everything leaves that you own
all blackness can't hear the sound of your soul
Back to square one, loophole
as you go round in a whole
senses tense sense a consequence that slowly unfolds
detached from the string of existence
enveloped in riches, drifting in lost ones wishes
you miss out on missing
a mingled fulfillment
a fullfilling fullfilment you left it all to your children
content with contentment
dreaming about life
all it seems is allright
you're not afraid of this ending
taking your place in the fabric of space
slowly drifting and mending
objects move closer
you feel a light bending
a strong pull
as you feel the times ending
in a last sigh you let go
as you went from life
to enter a Black Hole
Light reaches your eyes, different place
different time, different face, different smile
retain a sense of self in this strange
state of mind
reembraced reïnstated well on your way
with retracing your self
Never a constant, always developing
human curiosity, aahh for-the-hell-of-it
blaze a bit be a mellow kid
you carve your road soon enough
meet old friends like Broken Trust
and you'll carry weight untill your shoulders crush
fight and re-see one end that's close to us
Death.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
The Joy of Reading
Is like no other
its a peaceful fullfilment
that lights you from within.
It Transports you
to strange and wonderful places
Some you've heard about
some you never could have dreamed of
even in your wildest dreams
It can take your stress away
and leave you in a happy place
It settles around you
like an old familair Blanket
Comforting you and soothing you
in ways only reading can
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
To be in peace and have an alignment
Our hearts need love for refinement
With love every second is a precious moment
Without it we live in torment
and we can't reach fullfilment
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC