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.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2024 2:05am
3rd Apr 2024 2:05am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:07pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:07pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2024 5:03pm
29th Mar 2024 5:03pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2024 5:53pm
28th Mar 2024 5:53pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2024 5:06am
22nd Mar 2024 5:06am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2024 6:36pm
16th Mar 2024 6:36pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2024 2:34am
15th Mar 2024 2:34am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Mar 2024 9:32pm
9th Mar 2024 9:32pm
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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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2024 7:08pm
6th Mar 2024 7:08pm
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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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2024 11:55pm
3rd Mar 2024 11:55pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2024 1:01am
3rd Mar 2024 1:01am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2024 9:23am
25th Feb 2024 9:23am
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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