"peripeteia" poems
i first decipher
then transmit like a strumming messiah
wasn't i an emissary of dancing pianos a moment ago
i wish for free will
some dumb sounds keep me reverberating
and i think my subwoofer aches when i have to play screamo
i'm thirsty here
a maze of wires screaming for peripeteia
why must selfsame songs ceaselessly flow
how about something more ill
some sick stuff keeps me entertaining
the endless crowds the endless - wait, where'd they go?
oh, i was thirsty for sweat
and when you leave the room
just try to convince yourself
that i don't still boom
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
I want to give up...
my problems are
way scarier than others,
I am everything, the center,
unfavorable situations
find me like a childhood friend,
Trouble trouble everywhere
No time to live,
If I live for some days
double trouble pursue me
to outlive,
I'm Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello, King Lear
Shakespeare wrote my predicaments
six centuries earlier,
My birth was a tragedy,
I'm armored in 'hamartia', 'anagnorisis'
'peripeteia', and what not
searching my doom to
entertain few who paid to see me,
I have none neither unity of time,
or place or action,
I don't deserve this,
But
What should I do?
I have no means and measures or methods,
to raise my hand and say,
"Sir, this disgusts me, living like this doing
same task same time all day"
Count me absent since today,
I'm going never to come,
What a sick time this is,
everyone is hating everyone,
I hate everyone too,
why shouldn't I?
I'd one demand,
I want to study, but no one had money
to pay, neither family, nor state, or center,
I saw them investing in bricks and stones
I saw them collecting taxes,
But no one came,
I wanted to work no had work to offer.
So I am writing, venting off my anguish,
Okay so if you are here, I call you my confidant,
keep it a secret,
You know I am alone now
But I wasn't before, a girl I love but never
told her my feeling, why????
Yes, she is employed, she earns I do not,
I fear this, I search for work, not that
I need one, I crash on the footpath,
live on the discarded crumbs out
the big restaurant in my city,
I'm not invoking pity in you--
Argumentum ad Misericordiam--
stating just the fact sir,
I believe in "Less is MOre"
and indeed I have less and I am happy
but what troubles me is her,
Ah! it's not that easy, I've heard
they don't take seriously unemployed guys,
Yes, sir, I may be wrong, but I don't want to
take any chance,
Life is not a life sir without her,
You can judge this in the tone
after I started tak]lking about her.
I love her dearly,
But who doesn't sir?
when they are young,
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 5:34 PM UTC
As above,
so below.
As within,
so without.
A turning toward
peace.
A human heart
flaming as a torch.
Being led by you
through unfamiliar climes,
we journey blindly
on the road to Damascus.
This pain long buried
by grace and courage
flowering
into radical acceptance.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
When everything's wrong,
I know you're fine.
When everything's fine,
I know you're wrong.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
i've dreamed of cafuné,
long nights of habromania..
i died a little as i realized how much i wanted you,
no matter what your past was, or what you had done..
which was not to say that i would let you know,
but you moved me..
more chemically than anyone that i've ever known.
every other man seemed pale beside you,
had a scintilla of what we would be like together..
i believe we loved each other,
just never at the same time.
as im capernoited,
i think of you
which makes me only want to down the entire bottle of whiskey...
fanaa..
i have destroyed myself,
destroyed myself in love...
i dont blame you at all,
but with your help i did the very things i never thought i would..
i dream of an amaranthine love,
so eternally beautiful that we forget ourselves and our past
& just live off of love.
love, ive witnessed peripeteia..
ive dreamed of redemancy,
but i can only dream darling..
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
*Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!*
The First Man was born of a Dragon,
*Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!*
Someday all men will be consumed by him,
*Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!*
Ate, at the table of their many gods....
*Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!*
I saw a Dragon once, -rotting as flesh,
*Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!*
Have you ever seen the Man called Dragon?
*Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!*
Eating at his tabernacle in peripeteia of vice?
*Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!
Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, Way-ho-o, I HUNGER!*
And He that sat upon him was Death...
and she that sat upon them was death...
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
And they say consistency,
by and large is the key;
then, with just a glitch on being consistent
it killed me consistently.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC