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.
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
115 reads
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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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Desert Prayers
Crawling across
the barrenness of my soul
slowly
three feet then rest
an eternity of choking sand
Palms worn raw
red handprints mark the passage of time
as vultures circling high above
waiting
for the end
I pray for the first time
in a voice that's never been used
Dear god make me blind
I cannot look at the smallness of life
shutting my eyes against the love I lost
and sins needing to be paid
Yet something makes me continue to crawl
through this desert of my existence
reaching,...
the barrenness of my soul
slowly
three feet then rest
an eternity of choking sand
Palms worn raw
red handprints mark the passage of time
as vultures circling high above
waiting
for the end
I pray for the first time
in a voice that's never been used
Dear god make me blind
I cannot look at the smallness of life
shutting my eyes against the love I lost
and sins needing to be paid
Yet something makes me continue to crawl
through this desert of my existence
reaching,...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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The end of everything or a begining
What we had
could not be called love
it was so more
and worth so much less
Infatuation
inspiring lust
deep aching need
blinding us to the flaws
Yet understanding and acceptance
of human weakness
is the only path toward love
seeing something grow
Butterflies flit
beautiful
magical
when they rest on our ogre selves
at last we feel whole
But never staying long
always in need something new
when love requires work to belong
Fuck it
they are gone
calling it...
could not be called love
it was so more
and worth so much less
Infatuation
inspiring lust
deep aching need
blinding us to the flaws
Yet understanding and acceptance
of human weakness
is the only path toward love
seeing something grow
Butterflies flit
beautiful
magical
when they rest on our ogre selves
at last we feel whole
But never staying long
always in need something new
when love requires work to belong
Fuck it
they are gone
calling it...
#betrayal
#SelfDiscovery
#bittersweet #deception
#bittersweet #deception
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Commodity Trader
Traded and bartered
bait and switch
promises bought
hook, line, and sinker
A stock exchange for emotions
or a sleazy carnival carnality barker
selling love by the pound
instead of flesh
Playing histories oldest game
love and lust and warmth
just pieces moving on a board
Are you happy that you've won?
I always pay my debts
one used up heart was the bet
Would I feel honest and clean
if I'd just bought
and hour of your time instead
bait and switch
promises bought
hook, line, and sinker
A stock exchange for emotions
or a sleazy carnival carnality barker
selling love by the pound
instead of flesh
Playing histories oldest game
love and lust and warmth
just pieces moving on a board
Are you happy that you've won?
I always pay my debts
one used up heart was the bet
Would I feel honest and clean
if I'd just bought
and hour of your time instead
#sadness
#lies
#disappointment #deception
#disappointment #deception
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Rust on the Blade
I am a sword
once shining and bright
seeking what's true
demanding what's right
*
Tarnished now, hilt worn down
looking for a fight
a sword must be a sword
a weapon of war
in purpose and intent
a cutting edge wielded for humanity
*
but the sword has been outlawed
the edge now blunted and dull
*
With that decree
the sword rusts by degree
a rot deep inside
of an unfinished life
being meek hastening the end
denial of the purpose
of what we were born to be
* ...
once shining and bright
seeking what's true
demanding what's right
*
Tarnished now, hilt worn down
looking for a fight
a sword must be a sword
a weapon of war
in purpose and intent
a cutting edge wielded for humanity
*
but the sword has been outlawed
the edge now blunted and dull
*
With that decree
the sword rusts by degree
a rot deep inside
of an unfinished life
being meek hastening the end
denial of the purpose
of what we were born to be
* ...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
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