LONG POEMS!!!!!

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Baby yeah -- a love poem:
It was just like last night i had a fight with my wife
she asked me if I knew just what this life was, and i said     *Baby yeah*
half a smile on my face, as she said she knew who I was,  I asked her if she love me *Baby yeah* she said *baby yeah*
And she the sort to remember, that I'm that selfish sort of pretender, though the times that she would hold me were tender, I tend to show that
my emotions won't end for, her in the worst of ways, while I hope I won't provoke or offend her, so I'm not a big emotional spender,
I keep my thoughts on narrow basis with a frozen agenda, too cold to notice, or at least too cold to ever tell her she beautiful as a blossomed lotus *Baby yeah* and the world may  make my thoughts lose notice,  but my heart's still never lost its focus, that's why I wrote this song for you to show just, how much I love you still, though we ever fought or just broke up, if it’s my art that ever made you want me to grow up,  then I would leave that part for the vultures,  whatever made you want to just blow up *Baby yeah* or whatever made me want to just blow up,
she said you'd give that up for me,  I said *Baby yeah*  for real *Baby yeah*
thoughts of you packed so tight it’s like my minds a compressor, never feeling any pain only pressure, to only try and change the things that, may unimpress you, or leave you feelin like I'm tryin just to try and undress you, but maybe that what I imply with the gesture, but it’s hard to find time, when times just defined by what the rest do, and I was just designed like the best of fools, so I find that our kind, to time, are like vegetables *Baby yeah* making you and me a timeless classic, a bag of jewels, like words when the right mind has em, like the sunlight when the clouds come catch it, like the moon pulling tides in your eyes like magic, our loves like radio waves that define the static, the gravitational force that aligns the planets *Baby yeah* let me rewind your sadness, she said you really love me still, I looked at her and I said *Baby yeah*
and the only words that would ever give us due, is if I told you that this loves true, or if  i went and pushed your arm like a kid would do, or  if  I maybe stole a kiss or two, became a criminal of love, would you treat me like an animal, capture me and cage me in your zoo, or would you tell me that you love me too, and set me free of all this grey blue, I asked her if she loved me this day too, and she said *Baby yeah*
I know, I feel it when you kiss me, I can tell when i look in your eyes that you miss me, even though I know you know that it's just me, you know I'll let you fly like a frisbee, and before you fall Imma catch you so quickly, I'll even be the air that's uplifting, She said but baby are you gonna come with me, and I said *Baby yeah* Imma always be there, after the second sun's, been seen here, until we cannot breathe air *Baby yeah*

Walk in the Eye of the Storm - - - Trying to find meaning in a fucked up world
 
Living in a city full of empty people,
I peak through my peephole,
And see I am surrounded by weak souls,
So much so I'm forgetting what is real,
Forgetting how to feel,
Forgetting my mind is sharper than the steel they wield,
So tell me how do we deal when those around us kneel,
Praying to be healed,
Beliefs heavy as concrete may be humanity's Achilles' heel,
Still I get no sleep because I see thee webs of deceit,
Now I question everything from our origin to corporate extortion,
Combine them for a distortion of historical proportions,
If no life is worthless do the math and divide the portions,
Factoring in that a few hoard fortunes,
So in the end what is really important?
Sporting Jordans at the performance or
Or forming meaningful communities with other human beings;
The type that have me believing that there is strength in unity,
And that living life beautifully-
is worth more than what greed can achieve,
So I am not speaking of a Utopian fantasy,
but I am so dope the status quo cant handle me,
so put your hands in team,
and recognize life is more than just existing,
we are on the verge of mass extinction,
but we are oh so captivated by television,
social media, and religion all program us to stay in position,
we have our own vision but it has become tradition for us to follow,
so repeat the motto:
"Live life as if there is no tomorrow"
'Cause we borrow time everyday,
So it is safe to say one day it will all be taken away,
With no replays I hope the words I say crash like waves,
'Cause once awake you are never the same,
I may hate a lot about our current state,
But I cannot even place the blame,
I would rather self deprecate-
If it would do a god damn thing,
Like address climate change,
Or increase the minimum wage, I am just saying-
Let's debate a path to take to avoid dark fates,
Let's make the world a better place and forget about the word race,
'Cause it still frames a way to segregate,
Police profile people that they incriminate,
generating prison profit off of slaves,
Our priorities are obviously nonsense,
At what point can we no longer stop it,
So what the fuck is this that you call progress?
I feel stress in my bones and I know I am not alone,
my environment isolates me from those that I know,
my confinement makes me feel like I am on my own,
So i scroll through my phone,
looking for something, anything to give my life meaning,
Somebody please cut the seams at the boarders of  my being,
And release my inner-beast as I breathe in peace this evening,
Dreams are not real because we believe in them,
but because we can actually achieving them,
Sure humanity has it demons,
'cause even the evil and damned have their reasons,
Season after season feeling self defeated,
Feeling like we have been cheated-
'Cause history has been repeated,
It is so easy to see that we are heated,
but I plead you redirect your energy back at the machine,
not at a fellow human being that is also struggling,
I mean some of us can barely perceive these socially constructed realities,
like the competing screams of advertising,
monetizing a corporate lie,
you can't buy peace of mind,
That is why i'd advise-
find happiness from what is inside.

this poem is about a journey through the transition of extreme emotions

Cold sweat alterations

I

Cold sweat altered my perspective, dare I go on?

Breath, from an iridescent nightmare of Vodka and skunk
Flows in drifts above a cold gutter beside a screaming alley
While silent armies keep the beat                  
Headphones provide solitary moments of musical bliss

Inside our towns and cities
Factories made us who we are
Factories fade into monochrome memories
visions of corrugated river beds
Slanted roofs above restless machines that come alive under clouds of dust
Wheels grind  the cogs dull

In the yard a pale purple silky sky’s lilac light is cut
By cold black buildings and old antennae

The Execution of the sun is the resurrection of the night
Orange street-light  that smothers our stars is momentarily forgotten
With the sun executed and the night resurrected  
The city at night is a boxing match
The city bobs and weaves
The city is slipping
The city is knocked out

As the city mends its wounds the night goes to sleep
Trembling men and trembling women
With trembling hands lie on soft beds
As the roof twists above them
Turning eyelashes white
dreaming of oceanic drift
dreaming of someone else’s dust
running from robotic detectives
down glass valleys past neon hallucinations of a dystopian Chinatown
Oozing 24 hour chemical refreshment

Swimming away from the brace of liberty
Once we were together, now we are apart
Liberty’s drunk on crude oil as the scent of the storm begins to sweeten

II

Dare I go on?

Fleeing  across the ocean,  we were parasites on the breeze
Gliding through a storm of machines
Cowering in ultramarine swells under black thunder
Wind screeches questions crippling the waves
The Ancient squid is tense and strikes, slaps, pokes at Poseidon  
They fight for the electric baptism of lighting
Casting the rotten ships up into the sky, and down into the oily depths
Poseidon’s fingers pinch the keel, capsizing the ship
Climb the mast to dive into the darkness
Sinking down, down and down to the bottom
Down beneath the sand
Struggling to the surface, drifting down leaving oxygen
Welcoming the bends
To avoid the air, laced with fear
The sky remains a machine gun rage
Finally rising to stand alone on a dead aircraft carrier
Not a soul on board,  speeding into the middle of the pacific
Drifting further from humanity,
To Insanity and solitude
Trapped in howling doldrums inching millimetre by millimetre
For the ecstasy of land
look upon the shore of sand and bone

III

dare I go on?

Coast behind, on the edge of a charred plastic desert
Looking upon a skeleton in a manger
Above blood soaked sand, as bones twist in unmarked graves
Fingers and femurs crawl in the dust haunting their killers
Haunting the loneliness of the desert, under days of baron twilight
Florescent sand is ready to be counted, like a  cancer, with no life to cling to
A Failed understanding on silent moons of desolation
Snakes clad in marble slither away, scorpions of black glass crunch underfoot
Turn of the tap, for the world has abandoned you
As you are useless and unhappy, not fit for the collection of dust!
Sinking into a blanket of sand, feeling the power of the desert
    Sand sleeps and sand weeps into dunes

IV

it will go on

Rain falls on iron roofs sizzling, hissing, screaming,
The waters wash charred sand into rivers, into soil,
feeding squawking canopies above amphibious undergrowth

as Sloths  we live out our days foraging for food in an endless jungle
Fearing the jaguar
picking  green mambas out of our spaghetti
Using them for our bows and arrows

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apadravya worship ~ {ii} (processing the end of a relationship)


{iii}tirtha:
i have trekked barefoot across the dunes in your mouth
taking swift departure from the place where center &
periphery
melded into a warped idol, worshiped for its misshapen
nature.
had i known then that which my consciousness now
cradles
in its womb, had i known the press of your syllables
the reverberation of your inked litanies against my soles,
i may have remained at the crossroads of fancy &
disillusionment
never understanding the necessity of the latter for
growth,
for the flourishing of the egoic lotus during the journey
of a soul.
had i not tried to love you [agape] for fear of my aura
seeping in ruin to whet roots of your temple, i may never
have known
more than weeds bloom in the shade of beings
i once raised to godhood

{ii}meditation:
there have been moments the light of intuition remained
behind my clouded judgment; i am grateful for silencing
the intonation
of heart & instinct, the blinding of foresight [closing my
ajna]
to the potential of your destruction.
i allowed your will to manifest on all the planes of my
existence,
birthed your omnipotence from my desperate nataraja
when you withdrew your illumination from my folded &
unawakened evolution.

{i}divinity :
i turned outward, wrapped myself around the fingers of
the world
as it held sodom's apple to my lips, beckoning with
intent.
kept my nails buried in the gospels between your
shoulders,
the sacred text of your skin, velveteen vedas; read to the
detriment
of the incarnations i laid bare before your shrine.
i approached with prayer, as one does divinity,
gracelessly seeking
the most intangible aspects of reality.
you answered, for a time, as though it amused you to
dally with toys
unworthy of your notice.
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EPIPHANY: The Trilogy ( to realize a life of freedom )

1
Why do I pine the love I've lost,
and mourn that which has never left?

A humming dulcimer is wrought
with tears that never reach my heart.

Is there no one [else] left for me?
I lost everything [else] to love.

Alone, so all alone am I
in present empty memory.

You've always found me beautiful
in spite the meaningless intent.

And I, though never saw yourself,
thought you a seraph come for me.

But who are you and what to me?
A cold enigma come to claim

the full of me, the agony
in nothingness, a travesty!

A homeless waif with passion wants,
but God forbid, how can it be?

What need of you, I don't connect
the reason I can't find my way.

This can't be all that I have left
if you have come to finish me!

I go outside to seek the truth
of what about I've yet to learn.

In penance of your corruption;
myself, in conflagration's char,

becoming one myself at last
with ashes blown back onto you.


2

And 'neath the atrium of sky
the haunting pierce of voices heard
from each four points of elements
like fire's rape and thunder's squall.

They call my name in endless pall,
to touch the core as it unfolds,
to see no peace in secret hold
who's fate asunder must I mend;

I can't ascribe the reasons why
my inner soul is hemorrhaging.


3

Like forty days and forty nights,
my mind could not perceive the stars,
the constellations of my birth,
a vagabond devoid of sight.

Not even sorrow plagued my mind
as each day, weight was lifted off
my inclined shoulders 'gainst the wind,
blew free from me the fear and doubt.

And now, after my journey's test
I plant my sapling, watch it grow,
that gives shade to a stranger lost
of strange land far, that is myself.

Affirming my epiphany,
a pair of wings furl over me.

Thank you everyone.  I haven't been exactly put together.  I missed you all.

Belated congratulations, AEMelia564!