"unswayed" poems
Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.
The crossroads of success,
Is always constructional.
If we could become tress,
Solid and stoic, deep rooted
In Mother Earth's flesh;
We could stand firm
Through the tempest, unswayed.
But we are only humans.
Covered in darkness.
Hiding behind our fears,
Timidly withdrawing from
The ominous tempest.
So, embrace the fury,
The daunting gales that
Once were scary.
After all, you can't
Stop the waves,
But you can learn to surf.
And even if you sank,
Deeper into the void,
At least you'll drown
Knowing there was
Beauty In The Struggle.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Accuracy of your acrostic arrows,
Ride the wind with utmost ease.
Claiming each bulleye with poetic precision,
Hands steady, unswayed by the errant breeze.
Endowed with talent, unsurpassed finesse,
Regarded by peers as the wise-worded wiz.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Consciousness,
mindfulness,
philosophical enlightenment -
Live for the **** of it.
Camus was right to breathe in spite of the tide of crushing emptiness.
The boulder gets heavy,
the bones grow weary,
the mountain is steep and we are steeped in irony.
For life can be deadly and death's rows of gravestones mark homes for freed slaves,
their crossed arms hiding scars
left by the teeth of nihilistic grief beatings and
surgery scalpels set to carve by
frequent false
alarms.
Sisyphus took but one break,
to hear the chains rattled from the gates,
hellish obsidian, vermilion flames licking lumps of silica grains
mixed with ash and a black tar splash.
And Orpheus sighed on the lyre and brought tears to the eyes of the most vile,
while Sisyphus
paused -
not long,
but a lifetime for those still free to subside
to dust, from blood and guts,
when their time arrives.
The trials of life,
the striving rites and lavish gifts of light to defy
the black and empty dusk still fail.
Eurydice grows pale as Orpheus turns to see her cheeks
losing every trace of peach hue,
eyes emptying,
lungs leaking their
last gale.
Struggling again, Sisyphus is sent
tumbling down the face of the great mountain,
grabbing gravel and sand and gashing gaps in his hard leather hands.
Bleeding ash,
not blood,
hot red mud dripping from the thick lacerations,
mixing with the sickening avalanche of wasted effort and waylaid plans.
Repeating the climb up the steep peak,
bones creaking like a clock's gears,
rattling off the seconds,
minutes,
hours,
years
until the watch stops its
panicked hands.
Until then we will toil unswayed
as we wear stones to clay,
carving winding paths in spirals up the mountain's waist.
No calm for those with breath,
no rest for beating hearts.
We must live in spite of life,
and then sink silent
to the earth.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
As I walk towards the shrine of blood and gold,
Reeking of the fallen and of the old
Unbeknownst to what might lay beyond,
A ******* in what comes after, a ******* in what came before.
This sack of maimed flesh that you see
A conquered ***** of the soul
This skin worn by all but one
A temple broken down to the bone.
Where once was a mind delighted,
A crown of jewels, of dreams of flight and
Of merriment and of might
A child of the stars that I once was
Burnt embers of olden coal that I am now.
Hence here I lay, astray, with no greed
No rage, no radiance and no leads
A destitute of life, fed and dressed
A king of the barren, a pastor amongst the wicked and unblessed.
And as I stand now at the altar of the fallen ghouls,
From suitor to gatekeeper of my own poisoned muse
Guiding sheep to a slaughter frayed
A purgatorial monument, unraveled and unswayed.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
In shadows deep where moonlight wanes,
Where whispers dance in eerie strains,
There prowls a creature of the night,
With eyes aglow, a chilling sight.
Amongst the hibiscus, crimson blooms,
Their petals soaked in midnight gloom,
A vampire lurks, his thirst unbound,
In silence, stalking without a sound.
He yearns for blood, a crimson stream,
A haunting echo, a silent scream,
And in the garden, where hibiscus weep,
His hunger stirs from slumber's keep.
Yet amidst the darkness, a delicate grace,
The hibiscus blooms, a fragile embrace,
Their beauty rivals the moon's soft glow,
A stark contrast to the vampire's woe.
For in their petals, life's essence lies,
A crimson hue beneath starlit skies,
But to the vampire, they hold no cure,
Just reminders of what he must endure.
So in the night, where shadows creep,
The vampire hunts, his hunger deep,
And though the hibiscus may wilt and fade,
Their beauty lingers in the darkness, unswayed.
© fey (24/04/24)
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 5:43 AM UTC
You laugh to realize your life's perfect
As you chase the Cheshire,
Watching yourself run.
Thin as glass, you dare to be the skyscraper.
Unbreakable.
Your life beside you.
Your past behind you.
It has made you stone.
Unswayed by roads.
You choose your own.
As pitch reflects off pitch,
An unending forest before you.
Fireworks thrown back towards you.
You remain unflinching,
But forever touched.
Figures with hands the size of the heavens.
They flash again, but only for an instance.
Tears held by pride,
But none less meaningful.
Wind in your hand empowering you,
As you stare at a universe of gravel.
a jungle of wispy greens,
The travel brings you back again.
Life is wonderful, I won't let it spoil.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Sitting and absorbing what I see, as the numbness creeps within me,
Feeling like a flightless bird missing out on imaginable prosperity and security.
On this bench too ample for one person, blindly witnessing.
Having seen friends and masses load on that train.
A ticket in hand, a train I nearly took, a chance I did not obtain.
How can I forgive myself for being in this place in life, tears falling like rain?
I see the train, moving down the rustic railroad pathway.
And I feel a loss, as if I have been left behind.
Trying to figure out what other paths can be taken on this colorless rainy day?
What other path can I take? And Hopelessness tells me "I'm out of plans",
Is that train the only one that will take me where I can fly away?
The places I yearn and desire to go.
All this time however, I was blind in only seeing broken dreams and a false legacy.
Sitting here on a cold stone bench, mourning in my own self pity.
There in front of me was He, the Holy One, looking at me.
He patiently waited to get my attention, to approach me with His key.
He was waiting for me to give Him permission to sit right next to me and set me free.
Wanting to reassure and comfort me, that He has a treasure for His bride-to-be.
As He graciously sat next to me, my worries and my dreams began to fade,
For He has a pearly white train filled with significance that is unswayed.
A train that will take me places that He wants me to go, all expenses paid.
His train is one that few and far between ever take,
Because the masses have set their hearts on their own selfish ambitions and never awake.
He offers me a spiritual bouquet full of acceptance and encouragement, I accept it without debate.
For there is no other way, that I will be fulfilled. He is the answer to the emptiness.
The answer to broken dreams and broken promises.
I accept Him as my Lord and Savior, this is our Genesis.
I've climbed into His train and He swept away the heaviness, for His dreams for me are ever endless.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Deity of wars,
Devourer,
Defender,
Domesticated, yet wild at heart.
She cast her light and protection upon the Middle Kingdom and Upper East,
Blessing the soil and crops upon which her followers jubilantly feast.
Do they dare forsake her?
Suppressed ferocity,
Longing to break free of that which entombs her.
The shrine lies in ruins,
yet nine times immortalized.
In her eyes that see all,
Lay a world lost for so long,
Brought back to life by her awakening roaring song.
She claws at the sky and rekindles the flame,
She slips through the gates of time unscathed and scalds those who fail to do the same.
Her eye became The Sun,
Her other eye, The Moon.
Her blood became The Nile,
And she encouraged her children to drink of it,
An unswayed symbol of the eternally nubile.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
They say love's a big word, but I think I know better
Cuz it's only 4 letters
I don't see what the buzz be bout
Love is drug and this drug have you tripping out
Straight hallucinating, seeing things that ain't been around
They claim love is blind, well that's partially true
Because you're blind to the crap that they do towards you
Like cheating, deceiving, misleading for no reason
And they still have you believing
That you don't wanna be leaving
But retreating is your best option
Or at least a start
Cuz if you stay then they'll find a way to shatter your heart
Cuz your guard's down and your head's all the way in the stars
But they're still on earth, looking for the one with better cars
Jewelry, clothing, anything worth cash
This love thing is crazy, if you still call it that
Cuz I ain't seen real love but I heard of it tho
And the story on hand began a long time ago
You know girl meets boy
Boy likes girl
Boy wants to give that one girl the whole world
And the girl loves boy cuz the boy had hell to pay
Gave up his time and money just so he can make her day
And because of boy's actions the girl is so happy to say
"I love you boy", and the boy replies right away
"I love you too
Yes my love is true
Will you agree to be my wife"
And girl says "I do"
And they live their lives
Then their hair turns gray
Then she dies his wife
And he dies unswayed
By any other woman that crossed his way
It's sad to say that this love is nonexistent today
Because boy meets girl
And girl is a bop
And the girl wants his heart
But the boy wants the top
So she gives it to him praying that she can see the day
That they're married with kids in the house across the way
But boy ain't thinking that far
He only want the pink
And then he get that late text later on in the week
She said "bae I ain't bleeding down there"
He said "what you mean?"
She said "I think I'm pregnant"
He said "I gotta leave"
And girl starts to cry cuz she thought their love was everlasting
Now she's a single mom and all her dreams are in a casket
And boy chilling looking for his next target
This isn't love, it's a drug in an unstable market.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine cars with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone;
But my five wits, nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be.
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
1.5k
Thirteen thousand strides progress
Blind leathern tread with gritted teeth
Stride hard rough bracken heather strive
Incipient thought embrace the scarp
Bent shoulder strain web strap entrench
Sharp body lean oppose the wind
Slow pitch forward cold lash rain
Pause..Shrug pack .. Lurch on again
Rough rock scrape pass
Sharp edge hand scrape
Each tread ascend dull lactic ache
Stone eyes cast up
Embrace dark peak
Surge on .. Dig in..
Embrace the pain
Aggressive stance.. find strength begin
Engage the enemy entrenched within
With comrades in adversity
Side glance reveal
Grey brother tight
Mordant ploughshare gleaming bright
United thought strong purpose right
Grim grimace glower grinding on
Helping hand support and share
Exchang-ed glances sing the pain
Relentless climb advance distain
Strong ******* stride bogged into mire
Grappling cragfast handclasp dire
Entropic spirit brief despair
Revelatory cause unswayed
Each cloistered personal crusade
Burst upwards into sunlight flame
And stand with vision intertwined
Each grim companion lasting friend
Eyes meet brief recognition shout
We know what it’s all about
These clasping minds
Empath embrace
Profound cognitive self aware
To follow where few others dare
These comrades in adversity
Oct 30, 2009
Oct 30, 2009 at 7:24 AM UTC
The day the sun refused to rise
Weathered and taxed, people began to fade
This was the beginning of our demise
Sickened by all the mortals lies
The divine produced a solar shade
On the day the sun refused to rise
The gods were unswayed by our cries
Through the darkness man was left to wade
This was the beginning of our demise
On the darkened horizon we left our sighs
Cold and sodding, crops rotting in the shade
On the day the sun refused to rise
This is the time that man withers and dies
Sickened with the trespasses we have made
This was the beginning of our demise
Tears and broken dreams stained our eyes
The Gods enforced their fatal blockade
On the day the sun refused to rise
This was the beginning of our demise
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
*facing one’s fearsome demons,
not unafraid...
but resolute
and unswayed!*
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
My heart is made of ash
Its fire burnt out long ago
Passion is fleeting,
A burning candle ignited then
Blown out by the winds whisper
And it seems I took a match to my heart
And set it too suddenly
While your match burned out
Because you were reluctant
To hold it towards your own
My heart blazed like the sun
While yours remained frozen in time
And every kiss I gave
Were fireworks exploding on the skin
Whilst yours were gentle snowflakes
That I would try desperately to catch
But they would melt away
Before I could memorize their delicacy
And that was where I went wrong
Believing you were delicate
When you were made of stone
A statue unswayed by the storm
I felt every raw, uncensored moment
While you experienced barely a spark
I believed our love from the start
But you doubted every second
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
*
**Whilst some carry only the smallest of
holdalls;
*Unswayed by weight & undefined by contents.
Others will just see, "baggage"**.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
Kings Cross, where city lights ignite,
Once home to wild and painted dreams,
Now whispers songs through neon gleams,
A vibrant pulse in fading night.
Two paths divide the busy street:
One flashes bright with coins and fire,
A burning urge, a strong desire,
Where eager hurried footsteps meet.
The other, dim and hushed and low,
Where weary faces find their space,
To shed their burdens, slow their pace,
And let their heavier feelings go.
That quiet, second road I chose,
Away from glitter, loud and bold,
A different story to unfold,
Where inner stillness gently grows.
Then from the corner's deepest shade,
A whisper breathed my very name:
"Why did your spirit shun my claim?
Why did your heart become unswayed?"
My voice, a fragile, trembling sound,
Replied, "My Lord put a small light there.
No grand display, no worldly share,
That inner gleam helps me feel sound."
The shadow asked again, with sigh,
"Then tell me, why are you still here?"
I answered, "Just to make it clear,
To check my path against the sky."
The shadow wept, a gentle plea,
Then whispered soft, "You walk the truth,"
And vanished from my gaze, forsooth,
Leaving the quiet night to me.
Yet fear still tapped within my chest,
As I turned from that tempting lane,
And walked where peace begins again,
Towards a path of certain rest.
For those whose faith holds strong and true,
The gifts the Lord has given free,
Already calm the heart, you see,
For this brief life, fresh and new.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 6:01 PM UTC
I think our love is special
Because we never give up
Not ever
And because for us
There is no limit
We believe in each other
In the same way we believe in our love
With all of our hearts
And I think we have every right
To think that our love is special
Because every love story is
And when that love story
Can outrun the sands of time
We will still remain
Strong and unswayed
For our love is undying and true
We are fighters
And we fight for what we love
We fight for each other
So that we're never alone.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
I miss our walks in the rain,
when we used to live
in wonder and anticipate
the future, when we used to step
on water and laugh,
happy in that moment
of togetherness
and completeness,
away from the abject world
that poses questions
and answers,
in our own little
wonderland,
seemingly unaware
of the possibility
that things may go wrong,
and conscious of the faith
that great things are to come.
I miss our walks in the rain
holding each other's hand,
only to wriggly free
and skip ahead,
only to hop in merry;
leaving one to watch,
one to wait,
not always together
in battling life's
undue favors of time.
I miss our walks in the rain
for when it poured,
we'd wait,
holding time still
by sheer will,
unafraid;
not of the consequences
but of bearing them,
for isn't that what
the walk was all about?
It was us preparing
to march ahead,
with our head held high
into the storm,
unswayed.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
Y'know, we say a lot of ****
Day to day, person to person
It's surprisingly consistent
In fact, I'm rather impressed
There're the small lies
The "You look good in that dress!"
"They just left!"
"Tastes great!"
"I think the Leafs have a real chance this year!"
And the ones that matter
"I love you"
"You have nothing to worry about"
"I swear, I didn't do it!"
"I'm sorry, *** I was out with the girls"
"I'm okay"
It's the people that can switch between the two at will,
They really impress me
For, as the web grows
So does the willingness to let go
And all those who love you
Will try and aid you
And then, they too will begin to spin the web
Because of course they know the truth
"I believe you"
"It doesn't upset me, promise"
And suddenly it's too late
You're left adrift, confused and full of hate
Wondering what you've done
Where you went wrong
Or perhaps you're unswayed
Fine and ready to start anew once again
Potentially not even realizing what you've done
When it's all over
The curtains down, the cast and crew separated
Turn off the lights and crawl into bed
Whisper to the walls
And set your alarm
Tomorrow comes void and early
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
In each life's quest, unique paths unfold,
Yet one truth remains, unwavering, bold.
Amidst tales of men who've traded their soul,
Surface appearances may oft deceive, we're told.
Not all that gleams with a golden hue,
Holds the substance and worth that rings true.
For within gilded tombs, lies naught but decay,
Worms, the silent heralds, claim their final sway.
Had we possessed wisdom as daring as youth,
In limbs strong, while judgment spoke truth,
Our answers would be etched in ancient scrolls,
But alas, our journey's pages, the wind now strolls.
Farewell, dear ambitions, as our pursuit grows cold,
Time slips away on the wings of vain-nity, we're told,
A labor lost, indeed, in the clutches of frost.
Everyone treads their path, unique, unswayed,
Yet Death's embrace awaits, undeterred, unfrayed.
What accounts shall we offer, once life's curtain is drawn?
A leap of faith, yet no bungee cord, not a bond.
As the future unfolds, mirroring our origin's lore,
Reason and faith lost, a civilization's core,
A generation labeled, entitled and remiss,
Yet let us pause, reflect, dispel this amiss.
The hunter's blame befalls the prey, unaware,
Birds of all feathers, converge in their earthly affair.
And in due time, true worth shall stand tall,
Rewards bestowed, earned, by each heart's recall.
For it is in the balance of merit we find,
A legacy shaped by one's own design.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
*
The only gold I can offer is sunlight
The only silver, the clouds a-lined
We seek out security in a world perishable
A bleak bout of surety in a whirl of variables
All lead away from that one perfect day
While dodging pendulums leaves time unswayed
***
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 8:17 PM UTC
In a distant dream
I remember us
And many things
That are now lost
I remember my jacket
In a small photograph
I remember asking
As you would laugh
And now I know
Why you were so content
On capturing every
Seemingly worthless moment
Things wouldn't always
Be that way
You hid unsaid words
Behind a smile unswayed
Where are you now
Underneath this snowfall
Would you pick up?
If I called?
Am I a figment of your imagination
Or are you a production mine?
I really do think about you
All the time
I cherish the feeling
Of skin upon skin
Remembering he times
Our hands perfectly fit
And though in every word
I tell a beautiful tale
You hurt me so badly
My life is jail
Because of the things you did
Because of the things you said
Echoing long and loud
Inside this lonely head
All those harsh actions
Making me wish I was dead
I'll never get to unwrap presents with you
You'll never smile like that again
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
A deep wish of mine
is to thrive and grow in a world
where the sky bends and walks the earth
Where the sea turns to foam from a
harp made of clouds
To have all of you in me and all of me in you
Our synced hearts beating loud and proud
Unbetrayed
Unafraid
And most of all
Unswayed.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC