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.
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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Poets are not poets (on the seventh day they rest)
Poets are not poets
nor voices of reason
but memories of the past
and trumpeters for the future
Slamming hands in car doors
just write the reasons why
there are no hot coals
poets haven't roasted feet upon
and all the knives are dull
cutting open their minds
Athena once split Zeus's head asunder
now that must have hurt like hell
yet poet's seem jealous of the pain
as they tear insides out
I know, let's have some fun
practicing sacrificial rituals
just to write a compelling poem
with the...
nor voices of reason
but memories of the past
and trumpeters for the future
Slamming hands in car doors
just write the reasons why
there are no hot coals
poets haven't roasted feet upon
and all the knives are dull
cutting open their minds
Athena once split Zeus's head asunder
now that must have hurt like hell
yet poet's seem jealous of the pain
as they tear insides out
I know, let's have some fun
practicing sacrificial rituals
just to write a compelling poem
with the...
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
A gentle first kiss
and quick exchange of breath
holding hands in the setting sun
or maybe one night stands
our quest for humanity
in an inhumane world
Close only counts in
horseshoes and hand grenades
but love belongs on the list
as we continue to try
with Sisyphus as guide
our Herculean task:
to find where we belong
and a heart all our own
Strangers seeking eyes
across a sea of mankind
dreaming of a gentle touch
and all consuming love
that only exists in fairy...
and quick exchange of breath
holding hands in the setting sun
or maybe one night stands
our quest for humanity
in an inhumane world
Close only counts in
horseshoes and hand grenades
but love belongs on the list
as we continue to try
with Sisyphus as guide
our Herculean task:
to find where we belong
and a heart all our own
Strangers seeking eyes
across a sea of mankind
dreaming of a gentle touch
and all consuming love
that only exists in fairy...
#fate
#hope
#love
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relevancy is the new sexuality II
A million voices
each one screaming
to be heard
or
a thousand monkeys typing
War and Peace
is art the act of accident
pure chance
that
divine spark
and inspiration meet
or
some holy grail
a myth
lost in imperfection
of Adderall inspired writes
I write, therefor I am
echoes
from the dark
relevancy is the new sexuality
in an age
of
forgotten lives
hear me
see me
read my words
I need to know if I exist
each one screaming
to be heard
or
a thousand monkeys typing
War and Peace
is art the act of accident
pure chance
that
divine spark
and inspiration meet
or
some holy grail
a myth
lost in imperfection
of Adderall inspired writes
I write, therefor I am
echoes
from the dark
relevancy is the new sexuality
in an age
of
forgotten lives
hear me
see me
read my words
I need to know if I exist
#identity
#WritingPoetry
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Eyes don't cry when the soul is weeping
Surfing in Santa Cruz
flat and grey
just lazy waves
rolling through the kelp
so we paddled out
watching some otters play
enchanted by a mom
rolling over
and over
until
we realized
she was trying to wake
the child held to her chest
that would never
wake again
I cried later that night
but not then
eyes don't cry
when the soul in weeping
flat and grey
just lazy waves
rolling through the kelp
so we paddled out
watching some otters play
enchanted by a mom
rolling over
and over
until
we realized
she was trying to wake
the child held to her chest
that would never
wake again
I cried later that night
but not then
eyes don't cry
when the soul in weeping
#death
#grief
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A Witch reborn in the Night
A woman alone
seeking comfort in the dark
hoping to hide from the blight of her soul
instead discovering the purity of night
She once was young and full of light
a virgin trusting and naïve
until the world came crashing down
sanity buried deep beneath rape and incest
memories alive forever in her mind
Her heart grew cold
a blizzard that savaged her life
yet new desires grew from frozen ground
everything lost but serenity found
A whisper barely heard
above the pounding of her heart
"My sweet...
seeking comfort in the dark
hoping to hide from the blight of her soul
instead discovering the purity of night
She once was young and full of light
a virgin trusting and naïve
until the world came crashing down
sanity buried deep beneath rape and incest
memories alive forever in her mind
Her heart grew cold
a blizzard that savaged her life
yet new desires grew from frozen ground
everything lost but serenity found
A whisper barely heard
above the pounding of her heart
"My sweet...
#abuse
#love
#rebirth #witches
#rebirth #witches
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I Will Remember Today
I think most
have walked the edge
the one separating is and isn't
a world of competing sensations
or the cloying tasteless grey
Some walk the edge as ritual
and a daily addiction
seeking reason
to pick up the burdens
of a lifetime of sin and regret
just carry it another mile
I have been this person
in many ways I still am
to live each day as the last
and in that final denial of humanity
something grows unforeseen
The flowing, caressing water ...
have walked the edge
the one separating is and isn't
a world of competing sensations
or the cloying tasteless grey
Some walk the edge as ritual
and a daily addiction
seeking reason
to pick up the burdens
of a lifetime of sin and regret
just carry it another mile
I have been this person
in many ways I still am
to live each day as the last
and in that final denial of humanity
something grows unforeseen
The flowing, caressing water ...
#dark
#honesty
#sacrifice #strength
#sacrifice #strength
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