"reassert" poems
Faltering plans
An indecisive mind,
Consistency in itself is an art
An explosive start!
Followed by;
Fumbling fingers and idiotic ideas.
What next?
Do we pitstop like Hamilton?
We were in pole position.
Reassert, focus and keep on track.
We are the drivers of our own Destiny...
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 6:45 PM UTC
Convulsed, Antagonized and Exasperated!
That your drive, your will has been amputated!
I told you tomorrow, We'll start anew,
Its not been tough to just get through,
To just get by, to just live life,
Its easier to lie, to live without strife,
Your a hollow shell built by your own insistence!
A putrid scab of your former existence!
Your not worth it! your not worth the air!
How can you breathe! how can you bare!
To look at life with such vaulted illusion!
You've left me in such utter confusion!
I don’t know how you are so angry,
After all, it was your absence that made me,
No ones here to help hold me up,
No one here, I’ve ran out of luck,
So ill just sit back, let life run its course,
Just let go, ignore the remorse,
I’m done, its time to take action!
This is over, **** your satisfaction!
She held your hand! a visage of hope!
He held you up! He helped you to cope!
They looked at you! a look so beguiled!
Mother and father! look straight at their child!
Don’t bring that up, Its not even fair,
Its such a lie, that they ever cared,
I’m all alone that’s the way it should be,
So walk away and let me be me,
So sorry for yourself when its others you hurt!
Your personality shall break unless you now reassert!
The tears from your mother should bring you such pain!
Your joy ride is over! its time for my REIGN!
ILL BE SCRATCHING AND SCREAMING AND GASPING FOR AIR!
MY WILL REMAINS UNBROKEN, THIS IS OVER I SWEAR!
THIS CHANGE YOU'LL SEE, IT WILL BE SO UNTYPICAL!
THIS CHANGE IN ME! THIS CHANGE WILL BE BIBLICAL!
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
1) God divides people, Sachin unites them
2) God does with people what he fancies, Sachin does with the bat what people love
3) God gives life, Sachin adds meaning to it
4) God answers prayers, Sachin comes as the answer to those prayers
5) God takes away what he gives, Sachin only gives, gives and gives
6) God doesn’t always give you what you want, Sachin gives you more than what you expect
7) God gives you death, Sachin teaches you how to live
8) God blesses you only if you’re good, Sachin’s benevolence is unconditional
9) God gives you troubles to teach you lessons, Sachin makes you forget your troubles
10) God puts you to test to reassert his supremacy, Sachin keeps passing every Test and still remains humble
11) God punishes people for their wrongdoings, Sachin takes it upon himself to rectify others’ mistakes
12) God's existence is an unsolved mystery, Sachin’s existence is beyond any doubt
13) God loves you only if you believe in him, Sachin’s genius and goodness compels you to love him
14) No one has seen God, No one will ever see another like Sachin!!!
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 9:26 PM UTC
I feel brittle.
Not in the sense of breaking,
so much as the fear of shattering.
The fear of being unable to absorb the impact.
When it happens, do my components fly out into space?
How will the universe reassert itself?
Would I be left?
Would something else?
I can't help but crave the release.
I'd be grateful, if in the end, I ended abruptly.
Winking into another universe like so many billions of leptons.
Unified by a common purpose.
I'm hanging on with swiftly shattering fingernails.
Should they break?
Do I let the universe see me naked?
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 12:19 PM UTC
The role of the artist, of course,
has always been that of image-maker;
Different times require different images;
Today when aspirations have been reduced
to a desperate attempt to escape from evil,
& times are out of joint, our
obsessive, subterranean & _pictographic_
images are the expression of the neurosis
which is our reality; to my mind certain
so-called abstraction is not abstraction at all;
On the contrary, _it is the realism of our time_
1. To us art is an adventure
into an unknown world,
which can be explored
only by those willing to
take the risks;
2. This world of imagination is fancy-free
& violently opposed to common sense;
3. It is our function as artists to
make the spectator see the world
our way, not his way;
4. We favor the simple expression
of the complex thought. We are for
the large shape because it has the
impact of the unequivocal. We wish
to reassert the picture plane. We are
for flat forms because they destroy
illusion and reveal truth; |
_5. It is a widely accepted notion among painters
that it doesn't matter what one paints as long as
it is well painted. Rothko said this is the essence
of academicism;_
6. There is no such thing as a
good painting about nothing.
7. We assert that the subject is crucial
& only that subject matter is valid
which is tragic and timeless. That is
why we profess spiritual kinship with
primitive & archaic art
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
Love is gorgeous and wisdom sublime,
When they walk hand in hand there is no time,
For it stops, or so it seemed,
And when they kiss we are redeemed.
Love says “don’t hold back, give all you've got.”
Wisdom responds “remember what was once forgot.”
Love laughs she doesn't care about such things,
Wisdom smiles knowing what their pairing brings.
For when he’s absent love get hurt,
And when she’s away wisdom is cruel,
But in coming together they reassert,
The truth, and are no one’s fool.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Love is lost, but not forever,
Because when I feel alone and hurt,
I just remember our time together,
And my life I reassert.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
If ever my darling leaves me,
it would always be too soon.
If she were to depart untimely,
I'd be vulnerable to the moon,
Naked in it's consuming mass,
I'd feel it's weight in the heavens.
just waiting for this night to pass,
in hopes my pain might lessen.
If ever my darling has had enough,
and she decides to haste away,
If her love is a lack thereof,
I will forever be in dismay.
If ever our paths divert,
somewhere along the way,
I hope one day to reassert
and walk once more one day.
If ever our puzzle erodes
and pieces will not fit,
we find ourselves on antipodes,
with a love that you acquit,
spare I the hurt of a love you lost
and just rip it fast and clean
save from me any accost
and run to the end, foreseen.
If ever my darling leaves me,
I guess she would be just,
to escape commitment and be free,
and to freedom again adjust,
I wish for her to tarry,
on her wayward saunter,
my burden, alone, is to much to carry
but a burden still to conquer.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
The morose sense of guilt
Felt
In those times when least expected
Reappearing as if neglected
To reassert itself
As an ever-present pain
An open wound
Often forgotten
But never gone
Like the reflection on a TV screen
The lighted window
Back behind and in the mind
Disturbingly present all consuming
Even looming...
... to proportions
Of unbearable distraction
Gone without notice...
....UNTIL....
...that very second
that you realize- it isn't there
Then it is
To suddenly reappear
Far beyond the imaginations
Ability to comprehend or defend
We often find
That place where past and present
Often collide and bind
Themselves into that
Which is never sought...
... never forgot
Something you paid for but never bought
That lesson learned
That you wish to God
you had never been taught
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC