Submissions by IOWNLISSAPOONTANG (Tabula Rasa 8)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a mad scribbler....trying to contribute my verse
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2016 6:48am
2nd May 2016 6:48am
Unnameable
A tiny gasp within the breath, but a drop
in the endless cosmic ocean. A whisper on the wind, here then gone, which
you know not from where it comes. Ego asserts delusion,
self-importance. Wisdom of inner silence speaks the contrary, the real truth.
Nothing within the something, to which it shall return, unnoticed really.
To ignite the spark again
that becomes the flickering flame.
For a moment burns bright or dim,
results nonetheless the same.
Going to that beyond all names;
psyche, mind, soul mean one and the same.
The mystery that...
in the endless cosmic ocean. A whisper on the wind, here then gone, which
you know not from where it comes. Ego asserts delusion,
self-importance. Wisdom of inner silence speaks the contrary, the real truth.
Nothing within the something, to which it shall return, unnoticed really.
To ignite the spark again
that becomes the flickering flame.
For a moment burns bright or dim,
results nonetheless the same.
Going to that beyond all names;
psyche, mind, soul mean one and the same.
The mystery that...
598 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd May 2016 1:07am
2nd May 2016 1:07am
Only One Exit
Sometimes we're just tossed into the fray,
and goodbye becomes the only way.
Waking dream you know isn't fully real,
let alone what you thought for fleeting moments you feel.
I am numbed and hardened, made cold and indifferent
by the selfish and wicked ways of the world and humans.
Ideas of love left to those childhood stories, fairy tales;
Just chalk it up on that list of fuck ups and oh wells.
Our innocence a forgotten memory barely into youth.
Yeah, look closely friend. You're actually...
and goodbye becomes the only way.
Waking dream you know isn't fully real,
let alone what you thought for fleeting moments you feel.
I am numbed and hardened, made cold and indifferent
by the selfish and wicked ways of the world and humans.
Ideas of love left to those childhood stories, fairy tales;
Just chalk it up on that list of fuck ups and oh wells.
Our innocence a forgotten memory barely into youth.
Yeah, look closely friend. You're actually...
738 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2016 6:51am
1st May 2016 6:51am
The Real Criminals
Fiends dressed in suits,
greed's accepted disguise;
here to grease fleece
all the earthly unwise.
Stuff the banks,
stack the party ranks.
The masses they once again foil,
with their wars for opium and oil.
Suckers born by the second,
vampire lust, fresh blood.
Our youth , the pills pushed in it
Fake paper god, nothing sacred above.
One global ripoff,
Soon complete it will be.
Unsew those shut eyes,
everpresent misery.
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
greed's accepted disguise;
here to grease fleece
all the earthly unwise.
Stuff the banks,
stack the party ranks.
The masses they once again foil,
with their wars for opium and oil.
Suckers born by the second,
vampire lust, fresh blood.
Our youth , the pills pushed in it
Fake paper god, nothing sacred above.
One global ripoff,
Soon complete it will be.
Unsew those shut eyes,
everpresent misery.
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
497 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st May 2016 3:37am
1st May 2016 3:37am
Intrinsic (senyru)
no need to teach it
intuition speaks its tongue
knowing in silence
5 7 5 traditional syllable senyru count.
copyrights Michael J. Kucera 2016
intuition speaks its tongue
knowing in silence
5 7 5 traditional syllable senyru count.
copyrights Michael J. Kucera 2016
540 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Apr 2016 8:01pm
29th Apr 2016 8:01pm
Thoughts Alone
So many roads I've wandered,
Countless forgotten thoughts now had.
Questions without answers still pondered
As to where is this line, good and bad?
Blind leading the blind,
or so it is they say.
But doesn't to lead imply
That someone actually knows the fucking way?..
Above me on the wall,
The clock plays pantomime.
Tick-tock death awaits its turn,
to burn my bones to dust so fine.
And yet I write, in spite,
With pen in vain I fight.
But in the stillness of this night,
I feel nothing but...
Countless forgotten thoughts now had.
Questions without answers still pondered
As to where is this line, good and bad?
Blind leading the blind,
or so it is they say.
But doesn't to lead imply
That someone actually knows the fucking way?..
Above me on the wall,
The clock plays pantomime.
Tick-tock death awaits its turn,
to burn my bones to dust so fine.
And yet I write, in spite,
With pen in vain I fight.
But in the stillness of this night,
I feel nothing but...
653 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2016 7:16pm
29th Apr 2016 7:16pm
Brother (didactic cinquain)
Brother
Just one
Of loyal truth
Until darkness claims me
Friend
copyrights Michael J. Kucera2016
Just one
Of loyal truth
Until darkness claims me
Friend
copyrights Michael J. Kucera2016
495 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2016 5:55am
29th Apr 2016 5:55am
Life In 23 Words "ed'
Mated.
Impregnated.
Created.
Originated.
Separated.
Differentiated.
Rated.
Educated.
Calculated.
Labeled.
Celebrated.
Compensated.
Obligated.
Inflicted.
Hated.
Implicated.
Devastated
Emasculated.
Isolated.
Alienated.
Medicated.
Terminated.
Evaporated.
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
Impregnated.
Created.
Originated.
Separated.
Differentiated.
Rated.
Educated.
Calculated.
Labeled.
Celebrated.
Compensated.
Obligated.
Inflicted.
Hated.
Implicated.
Devastated
Emasculated.
Isolated.
Alienated.
Medicated.
Terminated.
Evaporated.
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
681 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 12:49pm
26th Apr 2016 12:49pm
Insane
Lie to them all;
Necessity, a secret self.
Guess truth again takes the fall,
Stow it away, high on mind's unknown shelf.
Lie to ourselves,
Far too close for objective.
Within consciousness desire delves,
Yet nothing is effective.
Fucking lied to us all yeah,
they did right from the start!
Want to see them finally fall,
yet, still, somehow live from the heart.
Shadows and mirrors, yes
Are indeed our domain.
Here just another meandering guess
On this road they call Insane.
copyrights 2016 Michael J....
Necessity, a secret self.
Guess truth again takes the fall,
Stow it away, high on mind's unknown shelf.
Lie to ourselves,
Far too close for objective.
Within consciousness desire delves,
Yet nothing is effective.
Fucking lied to us all yeah,
they did right from the start!
Want to see them finally fall,
yet, still, somehow live from the heart.
Shadows and mirrors, yes
Are indeed our domain.
Here just another meandering guess
On this road they call Insane.
copyrights 2016 Michael J....
805 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 12:42pm
26th Apr 2016 12:42pm
Sublime
Sublime, yes she is divine;
Leaves me speechless, this silent truth I know.
Looking down, so softly, shyly,
Forces behold so fine, so so fine.
A guide, a teacher, a rescue angel
Sent from another dimension?
Whose to say such a thing,
yet I feel the longing, yearning, distant tension.
Come, oh gentle and quiet one;
Sit with me in knowing silence.
Only look as you dare,
For my words shall never cut like violence.
Blessings such, so damn rare;
Wise, quiet, and beautiful, with skin silky fair.
Whatever mystery is to come,...
Leaves me speechless, this silent truth I know.
Looking down, so softly, shyly,
Forces behold so fine, so so fine.
A guide, a teacher, a rescue angel
Sent from another dimension?
Whose to say such a thing,
yet I feel the longing, yearning, distant tension.
Come, oh gentle and quiet one;
Sit with me in knowing silence.
Only look as you dare,
For my words shall never cut like violence.
Blessings such, so damn rare;
Wise, quiet, and beautiful, with skin silky fair.
Whatever mystery is to come,...
552 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 10:24am
25th Apr 2016 10:24am
Junkie (senyru)
spoon flame and a rig
cook and shoot my solo gig
heaven and hell mine
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
5 7 5
cook and shoot my solo gig
heaven and hell mine
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
5 7 5
758 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 5:30am
25th Apr 2016 5:30am
Lonely Immortal Couplet
Beyond emotion, before all thought;
Infinity's chasm shows all you sought.
Copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
Infinity's chasm shows all you sought.
Copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
608 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 2:17am
25th Apr 2016 2:17am
Bleak
This addiction, affliction;
still searching for the book.
Aisles run on, knowledge's endless gurgling brook.
But is it fact or fiction?
Was fate or free will its writer?
Thoughts so intricate, mind's spiders.
Questions like naked before silent and invisible answers,
Just another clueless, cosmic dancer.
Mystical path of spirit;
mostly feel, occasionally hear it.
Infinite unlike intellect,
Grasping at the ether to comprehend it.
On I fight to find my way,
For stagnant will be my demise.
Yet I'm dead...
still searching for the book.
Aisles run on, knowledge's endless gurgling brook.
But is it fact or fiction?
Was fate or free will its writer?
Thoughts so intricate, mind's spiders.
Questions like naked before silent and invisible answers,
Just another clueless, cosmic dancer.
Mystical path of spirit;
mostly feel, occasionally hear it.
Infinite unlike intellect,
Grasping at the ether to comprehend it.
On I fight to find my way,
For stagnant will be my demise.
Yet I'm dead...
926 reads
5 Comments
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