Submissions by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Every day I have the same argument in my head. The little devil sitting on my shoulder does this wild end zone dance when he wins, the angel on the other shoulder just gives a little prayer, so sometimes I go with the devil just to see the dance.
Becoming Homeless
love died that night
working late
16 walking home at two
seriously didn't have a clue
that no one gave a fuck
slept in some bushes
freezing
curled up
just a cat nap
then kept moving
got home after four
mom had gone out you see
fucking a beau
"I didn't realize you had no way home"
a fucking lie to hide the guilt
I was on my own
the night love cried
after that it didn't much matter
where I lived or died
working late
16 walking home at two
seriously didn't have a clue
that no one gave a fuck
slept in some bushes
freezing
curled up
just a cat nap
then kept moving
got home after four
mom had gone out you see
fucking a beau
"I didn't realize you had no way home"
a fucking lie to hide the guilt
I was on my own
the night love cried
after that it didn't much matter
where I lived or died
#identity
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
#apathy
#SelfWorth
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Demon's Union
What a life,
if you can call it living
long hours staying up all night
and the work keeps piling up
thank the devil for over-time is all I can say
as I pick up my ticket
to see who gets nightmares and
who I can keep up with anxiety and worry
"Seriously"
I say to the guy next to me
"what's the point and why does it matter
if we show up two minutes late"
punching my timeclock card
"keep your voice down, the boss just walked in
with a scowl and a whip"
his hushed reply ...
if you can call it living
long hours staying up all night
and the work keeps piling up
thank the devil for over-time is all I can say
as I pick up my ticket
to see who gets nightmares and
who I can keep up with anxiety and worry
"Seriously"
I say to the guy next to me
"what's the point and why does it matter
if we show up two minutes late"
punching my timeclock card
"keep your voice down, the boss just walked in
with a scowl and a whip"
his hushed reply ...
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#job
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The Braille of Wind
There's something different about the wind
that's travelled a long, long way
and a weary heaviness
as if compressed by the weight of miles
yet full of exotic scents and ozone
Eagerly you face the breeze
now caressing your face as you wet your lips
tasting spices from high desert plains
and sun baked granite cliffs
There's tang on the tip of the tongue
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness
of thousand year old dust
desiccating with love
There's...
that's travelled a long, long way
and a weary heaviness
as if compressed by the weight of miles
yet full of exotic scents and ozone
Eagerly you face the breeze
now caressing your face as you wet your lips
tasting spices from high desert plains
and sun baked granite cliffs
There's tang on the tip of the tongue
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness
of thousand year old dust
desiccating with love
There's...
#sea
#wind
#mountains #desert
#mountains #desert
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Gifts
God's gift to man
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
is to destroy
the cathedrals of the mind
as we build monuments
to ourselves on the mounds of the dead,
believing we can purchase heaven
and pollute the stars
with our hubris and greed.
The meek shall inherit the earth,
are the words forsaken
in an afterlife
of unending strife,
as avarice becomes our god
God's gift to man
is to destroy that we might live
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
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Games Within Games
Words play games with spirits on this page, existing in
our heads to tell lies of truth or laugh and cry in the
cathedral of the mind. Let sighs of wonder or silent
weeping echo and reverberate through the empty
halls of the soul as the game illuminates base desires
or honor the golden image we will never find. With
tokens of the dead we move across the table to the
rhythm of dice made of hopes and dreams as our fates
are cast across the board, landing on squares that take
our all. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred
dollars,...
our heads to tell lies of truth or laugh and cry in the
cathedral of the mind. Let sighs of wonder or silent
weeping echo and reverberate through the empty
halls of the soul as the game illuminates base desires
or honor the golden image we will never find. With
tokens of the dead we move across the table to the
rhythm of dice made of hopes and dreams as our fates
are cast across the board, landing on squares that take
our all. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred
dollars,...
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#luck
#philosophical
#karma
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Hints
"Will you shut up!"
shouted under my breath
as manifest destiny
keeps goosing me in the ass
I can take a hint
there's no need to slap me upside the head
reeling from the onslaught
delivered on a tender breeze
wandering off the beaten path
knee deep in thistles and thorns
clearing the trail
with the weedwhacker of my soul
"Ah-choo!" scream my sinuses
suffering from feverish hay
it seems the user manual for living
is written in...
shouted under my breath
as manifest destiny
keeps goosing me in the ass
I can take a hint
there's no need to slap me upside the head
reeling from the onslaught
delivered on a tender breeze
wandering off the beaten path
knee deep in thistles and thorns
clearing the trail
with the weedwhacker of my soul
"Ah-choo!" scream my sinuses
suffering from feverish hay
it seems the user manual for living
is written in...
#learning
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Change Can be a B*tch
A truck from nowhere
throwing you in a ditch
waking up
bruised and bloody
wondering
WTF?
how do I cope
with this new me?
I liked the old me
self centered
recrimination free
Pain,
how do I shut out the guilt that was?
as walls of narcissism crumble
I start weeping,
for no apparent reason
The fetal position of my soul
cries out
until my heart grows
falling through an open door
finding power
in me
throwing you in a ditch
waking up
bruised and bloody
wondering
WTF?
how do I cope
with this new me?
I liked the old me
self centered
recrimination free
Pain,
how do I shut out the guilt that was?
as walls of narcissism crumble
I start weeping,
for no apparent reason
The fetal position of my soul
cries out
until my heart grows
falling through an open door
finding power
in me
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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The Nobility of Poor
How long can you live in hell before you gag
on the smell of heaven, thinking brimstone's
fire would be much preferable to the burning
rays of the sun. Yet in our own small way, this
is true for all of us, we will never attack the
foundation of our Id, inventing excuses for a
plethora of sin. Hell is full of people refusing
to see the rippling consequences of their
transgressions, "I'm not my brother's keeper"
"it's a dog eat dog world" "Do unto others
before they do unto you". We invent new
religions...
on the smell of heaven, thinking brimstone's
fire would be much preferable to the burning
rays of the sun. Yet in our own small way, this
is true for all of us, we will never attack the
foundation of our Id, inventing excuses for a
plethora of sin. Hell is full of people refusing
to see the rippling consequences of their
transgressions, "I'm not my brother's keeper"
"it's a dog eat dog world" "Do unto others
before they do unto you". We invent new
religions...
#earth
#universe
#shadows #evolution
#shadows #evolution
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Some days we just have to show up
We see it every day
in the vacant look
of people we love
or a strangers silent plea
Staring, just staring at mothing at all
not even seeing our dreams
as if the soul is on hold
and we're playing a role
A commitment to life
that's worn us out
and we're too tired to compete
in the rat race of existence
These are the bad days
as dishes pile up in the sink
feeling hungover getting out of bed
because we just don't care
Everything is harder
even putting on socks *why bother*
wearing...
in the vacant look
of people we love
or a strangers silent plea
Staring, just staring at mothing at all
not even seeing our dreams
as if the soul is on hold
and we're playing a role
A commitment to life
that's worn us out
and we're too tired to compete
in the rat race of existence
These are the bad days
as dishes pile up in the sink
feeling hungover getting out of bed
because we just don't care
Everything is harder
even putting on socks *why bother*
wearing...
#emptiness
#philosophical
#apathy
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The death of a mouse, the birth of something else
A mouse on the side of the road,
not moving or trying to hide.
How it was missed by rotating masses
of rubber and steel
is anyone's guess but I digress.
I got off my bike in the middle of a ride,
the one I take to escape the tribe,
and moved this small bit of fur
off the road and away from a roadkill.
Crawling toward me
I immediately shrink back
afraid of being bitten.
Poisoning I surmised,
as I held it in my hands until it died.
I felt connected to something
yet unable to describe,
that small acts...
not moving or trying to hide.
How it was missed by rotating masses
of rubber and steel
is anyone's guess but I digress.
I got off my bike in the middle of a ride,
the one I take to escape the tribe,
and moved this small bit of fur
off the road and away from a roadkill.
Crawling toward me
I immediately shrink back
afraid of being bitten.
Poisoning I surmised,
as I held it in my hands until it died.
I felt connected to something
yet unable to describe,
that small acts...
#death
#rebirth
#philosophical
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The Space Between
The loudest preacher in the world
can barely be heard
over the simple silence
of a heart believing in the divine
We either believe or we don't
and I understand
there is power in hope
and anger at an unjust world
But to condemn is a sin
not against God but against man
and that makes me mad
that we feel hate
when someone takes a stand
For me, I do not need to believe
I found something real
a love that heals
and spark of the divine
in the space between our lives
can barely be heard
over the simple silence
of a heart believing in the divine
We either believe or we don't
and I understand
there is power in hope
and anger at an unjust world
But to condemn is a sin
not against God but against man
and that makes me mad
that we feel hate
when someone takes a stand
For me, I do not need to believe
I found something real
a love that heals
and spark of the divine
in the space between our lives
#love
#hope
#faith
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News Flash
To our most esteemed viewers
we now take a break from reality
to bring you a news flash for your soul
You're damned if you do
and mad if you don't
that's right
it all comes down to a leap of faith
The fall won't hurt
but the landing might kill you
and that my friends is why
we fall madly in love
and also why
love ends in a crash and burn
So the next time you fall in love
don't forget your parachute
buckle up and bend your knees
hit the ground running
you're now deep behind...
we now take a break from reality
to bring you a news flash for your soul
You're damned if you do
and mad if you don't
that's right
it all comes down to a leap of faith
The fall won't hurt
but the landing might kill you
and that my friends is why
we fall madly in love
and also why
love ends in a crash and burn
So the next time you fall in love
don't forget your parachute
buckle up and bend your knees
hit the ground running
you're now deep behind...
#FallingInLove
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