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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 11:20am
22nd Apr 2024 11:20am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2024 8:36pm
20th Apr 2024 8:36pm
We're so Sorry
Oh, we're so sorry
but you can't say that
you're not allowed to think that
please don't try to
do that either
We're so sorry but just behave
we only want what's best for you
you're our cattle and we care
raise your children nice and strong
we're be along so enough
to harvest your fine crop
We're so sorry
your manacles chafe
maybe if we add more chains
the pain will go away
oh, you seem depressed
why do you think we made weed free
how about free valium on us
just go see your...
but you can't say that
you're not allowed to think that
please don't try to
do that either
We're so sorry but just behave
we only want what's best for you
you're our cattle and we care
raise your children nice and strong
we're be along so enough
to harvest your fine crop
We're so sorry
your manacles chafe
maybe if we add more chains
the pain will go away
oh, you seem depressed
why do you think we made weed free
how about free valium on us
just go see your...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#emptiness
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2024 9:19pm
14th Apr 2024 9:19pm
Becoming Homeless
love died that night
working late
16 walking home at two
seriously didn't have a clue
that no one gave a fuck
slept in some bushes
freezing
curled up
just a cat nap
then kept moving
got home after four
mom had gone out you see
fucking a beau
"I didn't realize you had no way home"
a fucking lie to hide the guilt
I was on my own
the night love cried
after that it didn't much matter
where I lived or died
working late
16 walking home at two
seriously didn't have a clue
that no one gave a fuck
slept in some bushes
freezing
curled up
just a cat nap
then kept moving
got home after four
mom had gone out you see
fucking a beau
"I didn't realize you had no way home"
a fucking lie to hide the guilt
I was on my own
the night love cried
after that it didn't much matter
where I lived or died
#identity
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
#apathy
#SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Apr 2024 4:07am
10th Apr 2024 4:07am
The Braille of Wind
There's something different about the wind
that's travelled a long, long way
and a weary heaviness
as if compressed by the weight of miles
yet full of exotic scents and ozone
Eagerly you face the breeze
now caressing your face as you wet your lips
tasting spices from high desert plains
and sun baked granite cliffs
There's tang on the tip of the tongue
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness
of thousand year old dust
desiccating with love
There's...
that's travelled a long, long way
and a weary heaviness
as if compressed by the weight of miles
yet full of exotic scents and ozone
Eagerly you face the breeze
now caressing your face as you wet your lips
tasting spices from high desert plains
and sun baked granite cliffs
There's tang on the tip of the tongue
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness
of thousand year old dust
desiccating with love
There's...
#sea
#wind
#mountains #desert
#mountains #desert
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2024 1:05am
3rd Apr 2024 1:05am
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 6:07pm
2nd Apr 2024 6:07pm
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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