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.
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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Your power grows
Your power grows with each moment
in time, as if time itself were at your
command to delay sensations of pain
until the mind is released into an
elemental maze of being. Sex becomes
transformation, and transformation
becomes self realizing orgasm. Love
is all encompassing and reaches new
heights of enlightenment as the body
is again transformed into a turning fork
of pain vibrating with the scars hidden
in ours soul. And lo! the world is changed
forever, deaf and blind to all but the touch
upon your lips that ignites...
in time, as if time itself were at your
command to delay sensations of pain
until the mind is released into an
elemental maze of being. Sex becomes
transformation, and transformation
becomes self realizing orgasm. Love
is all encompassing and reaches new
heights of enlightenment as the body
is again transformed into a turning fork
of pain vibrating with the scars hidden
in ours soul. And lo! the world is changed
forever, deaf and blind to all but the touch
upon your lips that ignites...
#lust
#sensual
#passion #obsession
#passion #obsession
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If
My life now forfeit to the changing
fates of time and space, held it thrall
to the shadowed depths of visions
hidden in fear to embrace the
amorphous geometry of chaos,
mortal dilemma or morality play,
what choices made point to selfish
desires to survive while simultaneously
destroying the beliefs used as guides,
the past forgotten in the onslaught
to propel a spirit into the incorporeal
fears dividing joy and darkness,
seeking to hold the anchor of shame
about the waist of celestial regret
for lost chances...
fates of time and space, held it thrall
to the shadowed depths of visions
hidden in fear to embrace the
amorphous geometry of chaos,
mortal dilemma or morality play,
what choices made point to selfish
desires to survive while simultaneously
destroying the beliefs used as guides,
the past forgotten in the onslaught
to propel a spirit into the incorporeal
fears dividing joy and darkness,
seeking to hold the anchor of shame
about the waist of celestial regret
for lost chances...
#identity
#meditation
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Hermit
The world ends here
declaration, vow or prayer
no one gets in
and no one gets out
As the rain of people
won't stop seeping
through the roof and into his mind
filling buckets lining the floor
with discordant noise
of all that's wrong with the world
and what big screen TV
will cure what ails the society
'no one get in' said over and over again
in between buckets of noise
thrown over the side
slowing losing to the flooding tide
drowning in a sea
of humanity
declaration, vow or prayer
no one gets in
and no one gets out
As the rain of people
won't stop seeping
through the roof and into his mind
filling buckets lining the floor
with discordant noise
of all that's wrong with the world
and what big screen TV
will cure what ails the society
'no one get in' said over and over again
in between buckets of noise
thrown over the side
slowing losing to the flooding tide
drowning in a sea
of humanity
#dragons
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A world apart
A hesitant look seeking approval,
shy yet inviting,
holding arms
across the flat of her stomach.
A primal instinct for survival
yet standing proud and fierce,
the utmost show of bravery in a naked world.
Lean hips and the aroma of two day old body odor,
earthy, pungent, and a little sweet.
The scent ignored, covered up and masked
but the most enticing human smell of all,
the animal scent,
mixed with something more,
The invisible pheromones of lust.
Tired, sick, jet lagged,
traveling half the world, ...
shy yet inviting,
holding arms
across the flat of her stomach.
A primal instinct for survival
yet standing proud and fierce,
the utmost show of bravery in a naked world.
Lean hips and the aroma of two day old body odor,
earthy, pungent, and a little sweet.
The scent ignored, covered up and masked
but the most enticing human smell of all,
the animal scent,
mixed with something more,
The invisible pheromones of lust.
Tired, sick, jet lagged,
traveling half the world, ...
#love
#girlfriend
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Peace then until
I miss it
the sense of rhythm
a hint of purpose
that poetry helped describe
it never mattered if I
were good or bad
or if my thoughts were
deep or small
as words flowed
from an unknown
and crystalized by being right
I became .... more than I am
which in all honesty
is true for all that rhyme
and offers a bond
though tenuous at best
letting words seep into our soul
and then it's gone
in the blink of an eye
unable to write
or feel complete
I miss it
even though
I'm not sure what ...
the sense of rhythm
a hint of purpose
that poetry helped describe
it never mattered if I
were good or bad
or if my thoughts were
deep or small
as words flowed
from an unknown
and crystalized by being right
I became .... more than I am
which in all honesty
is true for all that rhyme
and offers a bond
though tenuous at best
letting words seep into our soul
and then it's gone
in the blink of an eye
unable to write
or feel complete
I miss it
even though
I'm not sure what ...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#acceptance
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The Séance of Past Love (Three separate poems w/ the same title)
Some might be sore
as the knife
so skillfully used
silently slipped into my heart
but I am in awe and never saw it coming
what craft to remove my heart
without me even looking
bravo, bravo
--------
"it had to end"
at the a the whim of a selfish mind
each word a twist and thrust
a little deeper each time
You wanted something different
'You'
being the operative word
Are you bored and just want to talk
asking me if I'm alright
The upside is I'm beyond pain
beyond mortality
and the bonds...
as the knife
so skillfully used
silently slipped into my heart
but I am in awe and never saw it coming
what craft to remove my heart
without me even looking
bravo, bravo
--------
"it had to end"
at the a the whim of a selfish mind
each word a twist and thrust
a little deeper each time
You wanted something different
'You'
being the operative word
Are you bored and just want to talk
asking me if I'm alright
The upside is I'm beyond pain
beyond mortality
and the bonds...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken #bittersweet
#heartbroken #bittersweet
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When the world was young
When the world was young and I was man
all revolved around my will
the planets, far too grand a scale
began to shrink, become a universe of friends
What a wild gravitational ride
each of us pulling and circling each other
sex was glorious as our planets collide
love infectuous like the moon in your eyes
For better or worse
we were happy
which in our narcissistic pride
was completely justified
The world just wanted to take a shit
using us up instead of tp
have we forgotten the horrors of Viet...
all revolved around my will
the planets, far too grand a scale
began to shrink, become a universe of friends
What a wild gravitational ride
each of us pulling and circling each other
sex was glorious as our planets collide
love infectuous like the moon in your eyes
For better or worse
we were happy
which in our narcissistic pride
was completely justified
The world just wanted to take a shit
using us up instead of tp
have we forgotten the horrors of Viet...
#universe
#freedom
#passion
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Last Man Standing
I tried
I tried so very hard
to stop the world spinning
but the earth just kept turning
and I grew old
Finding only anemic dreams
and nothing worth to save
just more promises in the dark
stealing our inner spark
Yet here I stand
my vigil in the night
at the gravestone of love
singing hymns composed of sin
Black roses
adorning the tombstones
of the dead and dying hopes
humanity once believed
I fought against greed
I fought for love
and lost
the last...
I tried so very hard
to stop the world spinning
but the earth just kept turning
and I grew old
Finding only anemic dreams
and nothing worth to save
just more promises in the dark
stealing our inner spark
Yet here I stand
my vigil in the night
at the gravestone of love
singing hymns composed of sin
Black roses
adorning the tombstones
of the dead and dying hopes
humanity once believed
I fought against greed
I fought for love
and lost
the last...
#SelfReflection
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3 Comments
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