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.
And I Ask Myself
And i ask myself,
is all the pain worth this life,
slamming the door wide open,
never to be closed,
emotions flooding like the tide,
pulled under by a turbulent mind
Once you get used to drowning,
it doesn't feel so bad,
losing the life that was,
growing gills,
breathing love,
to give up everything to hold your hand,
as I ask myself one last time
Yes, a thousand time yes.
To be inspired by love,
finding a light shining in our soul
that we might find our way,
knowing the journey is never walked...
is all the pain worth this life,
slamming the door wide open,
never to be closed,
emotions flooding like the tide,
pulled under by a turbulent mind
Once you get used to drowning,
it doesn't feel so bad,
losing the life that was,
growing gills,
breathing love,
to give up everything to hold your hand,
as I ask myself one last time
Yes, a thousand time yes.
To be inspired by love,
finding a light shining in our soul
that we might find our way,
knowing the journey is never walked...
#love
#mermaids
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Write me a love poem
I tease you
and you tease me back
I say - I love you
and you say - I hate you
giving me a mocking smile
you cry with your heart
but not with your soul
the sadness never lasting long
and always replaced by a devilish grin
.
sunlight streaming through my mind
casting multicolored light
as rainbows playing on the walls
looking into your eyes
I that find rainbows live there too
oh how I love
this endless romance
chasing the love hiding in your heart
I am a cat chasing a laser light
...
and you tease me back
I say - I love you
and you say - I hate you
giving me a mocking smile
you cry with your heart
but not with your soul
the sadness never lasting long
and always replaced by a devilish grin
.
sunlight streaming through my mind
casting multicolored light
as rainbows playing on the walls
looking into your eyes
I that find rainbows live there too
oh how I love
this endless romance
chasing the love hiding in your heart
I am a cat chasing a laser light
...
#LifeGoals
#love
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Dance with Me *second in a series*
Dance with me on the knife edge of life,
cling to me on a razor's edge,
cleaving darkness and light,
Let us pirouette in the face of death,
choosing life with our very next steps,
should you stumble and miss your step,
should you fall, I will fall with you
and with our scars,
we will dance to the music of the stars,
changing the world forever
with the rhythm of our dreaming
cling to me on a razor's edge,
cleaving darkness and light,
Let us pirouette in the face of death,
choosing life with our very next steps,
should you stumble and miss your step,
should you fall, I will fall with you
and with our scars,
we will dance to the music of the stars,
changing the world forever
with the rhythm of our dreaming
#dance
#love
#rebirth
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Both Hunter and Prey
Indoctrination has always been
the goal
that started when we were young
and haunt us when we're old
because I said so
the endless refrain
time out, go sit in the corner
the bars of the cage
squeezing round lives
into the square holes of life
we are all just refuges
running from the war for our soul
blinded by need just to survive
slowly going insane
trapped inside our minds
is it any wonder
we've been so easy to use
all it took was smartphones and...
the goal
that started when we were young
and haunt us when we're old
because I said so
the endless refrain
time out, go sit in the corner
the bars of the cage
squeezing round lives
into the square holes of life
we are all just refuges
running from the war for our soul
blinded by need just to survive
slowly going insane
trapped inside our minds
is it any wonder
we've been so easy to use
all it took was smartphones and...
#SelfWorth
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The Art of Telling the World to f**k Off
The buddha lays in the gutter
surrounded by humanity's filth
drunkenly shouting
what's the point?
to anyone drawing near
Jesus is hawking fake crystal beads
down by the Venice beach
rollerblading to music
only he can hear
Siddhartha sits begging
wearing dark shades
offering pencils
with the erasers chewed on
Churches are all bankrupt
the spirits waylaid
eyes are windows to the soul
in a world that's blind
The third world war has come and gone
but everyone yawned ...
surrounded by humanity's filth
drunkenly shouting
what's the point?
to anyone drawing near
Jesus is hawking fake crystal beads
down by the Venice beach
rollerblading to music
only he can hear
Siddhartha sits begging
wearing dark shades
offering pencils
with the erasers chewed on
Churches are all bankrupt
the spirits waylaid
eyes are windows to the soul
in a world that's blind
The third world war has come and gone
but everyone yawned ...
#apathy
#emptiness
#philosophical
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The Fire
The fire spoke
you are cold,
let the flowing passion of my love warm you
so the man drew closer but not too near
he knew better to trust the word of fire
and so began a lifetime courtship
the fire's lust contained
so too the man's rage damped down to embers
sinuous flames always present
the feral urge to escape the bonds of earth
were to him the endearing whispers of a lifelong lover
sitting at camp he would talk long into the night
and the fire would always answer ...
you are cold,
let the flowing passion of my love warm you
so the man drew closer but not too near
he knew better to trust the word of fire
and so began a lifetime courtship
the fire's lust contained
so too the man's rage damped down to embers
sinuous flames always present
the feral urge to escape the bonds of earth
were to him the endearing whispers of a lifelong lover
sitting at camp he would talk long into the night
and the fire would always answer ...
#ForbiddenLove
#seductive
#temptation
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The Death of Fate
I have lived all my life
you mocking every turn
laughing when brought low
clinging when I stand
enough is enough
the only way left
is the direction I'm walking
for my path leads not right or left
but through the heart of you
stand aside
or you will not survive
I have nothing left to lose
except a life of little meaning
even to myself
stand aside I say one last time
my hands itching to destroy
wrapped tight
squeezing with all my might
your face red then purple
throbbing veins and
guttural sounds...
you mocking every turn
laughing when brought low
clinging when I stand
enough is enough
the only way left
is the direction I'm walking
for my path leads not right or left
but through the heart of you
stand aside
or you will not survive
I have nothing left to lose
except a life of little meaning
even to myself
stand aside I say one last time
my hands itching to destroy
wrapped tight
squeezing with all my might
your face red then purple
throbbing veins and
guttural sounds...
#anger
#identity
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
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Center mass
Slings and arrows, center mass
dying hurts, lying hurts more
a lifetime of pain from innocence born
sinning against ourselves living in glass houses
The world turned inside out, rearranging our façade
what a mind blowing head-trip
if not for the fact that the trip happened long ago
It's only in movies that the hero lives
kind of explains why we honor the dead
the poor hero dying for the lies he believed
hoping Valhalla awaits deep in his grave
truth is a sledgehammer but I've been hit harder
I am...
dying hurts, lying hurts more
a lifetime of pain from innocence born
sinning against ourselves living in glass houses
The world turned inside out, rearranging our façade
what a mind blowing head-trip
if not for the fact that the trip happened long ago
It's only in movies that the hero lives
kind of explains why we honor the dead
the poor hero dying for the lies he believed
hoping Valhalla awaits deep in his grave
truth is a sledgehammer but I've been hit harder
I am...
#forgiveness
#redemption
#SelfWorth
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The measure of a man
Father, husband, warrior, poet
A simple question posed
debated by armchair sages
Pseudointellectual clichés supposed
as intellectual war rages
A haunting question disposed
written on history's pages
God's yardstick imposed
evolving through the ages
Priest, mystic, madman, hobo
All have known pain
as a repeated refrain
shouldering heavy burdens
amidst weakness and distain
Shepherd, cowboy, rodeo clown
What's missing on the list
maybe just to be a human...
A simple question posed
debated by armchair sages
Pseudointellectual clichés supposed
as intellectual war rages
A haunting question disposed
written on history's pages
God's yardstick imposed
evolving through the ages
Priest, mystic, madman, hobo
All have known pain
as a repeated refrain
shouldering heavy burdens
amidst weakness and distain
Shepherd, cowboy, rodeo clown
What's missing on the list
maybe just to be a human...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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A simple write
come into my life
as sunlight flowing into trees
let me feel the howling gale
and the whispered exhaled breath
to drink the bitter witches brew
that I might taste the elixir of the gods
let me hold you in my hands
only to set your spirit free
just to see dragonfly wings
scattering sunlight
into a thousand rays of laughter
as sunlight flowing into trees
let me feel the howling gale
and the whispered exhaled breath
to drink the bitter witches brew
that I might taste the elixir of the gods
let me hold you in my hands
only to set your spirit free
just to see dragonfly wings
scattering sunlight
into a thousand rays of laughter
#LifeChangingMoment
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The fear of writing poetry
Reaching into a bag of painful memories,
pulling one out for all the world to see
*something like Santa Claus doling out coal*
and through the magic of zeros and ones
little bits of my being now appear on the screen
Indians were afraid of having their picture taken,
that the camera would steal their souls,
should I be afraid the computer won't return
the parts of my spirit I leave for you to see?
Which makes me pause as I reach the pearly gates
and my sins are weighed and measured,
would I be turned away if I were half a soul...
pulling one out for all the world to see
*something like Santa Claus doling out coal*
and through the magic of zeros and ones
little bits of my being now appear on the screen
Indians were afraid of having their picture taken,
that the camera would steal their souls,
should I be afraid the computer won't return
the parts of my spirit I leave for you to see?
Which makes me pause as I reach the pearly gates
and my sins are weighed and measured,
would I be turned away if I were half a soul...
#philosophical
#redemption
#WritingPoetry
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Fallen Angel
To make Mona Lisa blush and hide her face to ever be called beautiful as she looks upon the new world you create.
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty...
#angels
#art
#LifeChangingMoment
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