Warning to the boy who broke my soul

How do you return from hell
When hell is all you've got left?
Become a nun?
A lifestyle which would suit me if I believed in Christ
Alas I think him no more special than any other man
If he existed at all
I don't really care

Each second my breathe becomes more ragged
My heart's a frantic metranome
My eyes scan the pages of existentialism
It is believable
In a bizarre and surreal kind of way
At any rate I wish I could erase
Everything I've learnt so far

Bitter venom hits the back of my throat
Revenge is an act of ego
And with my plans in the make
I can't truly be an elightened soul
But can I betray something I once revered
For my own petty satisfaction?

Empathy set the groundwork
I'm just filling in forgotten holes
Cruelly cast away as the finished product
But it's not over
It won't be
Until both of us can look objectively
At the ridiculous montage
Without feeling denied

You could never imagine
How deep this will go
Know your enemy
A valuable philosophy
You foolishly ignored
When we were allies

The sun is an object of inspiration
But all too often a fool forgets
What is really is beyond the blinding shine
You will be badly burnt

 

Thank you for sharing this personal poem.


Namaste *

 

Men can be incredibly stupid, vain and selfish.

Those who have no conscience
lead miserable lives.

Those who do have,..
apologise,....and try to change.

 

To Bad the German Airforce did not flatten every church in England.

 

good words digger. its a generalization, but i feel like women are more advanced that men in a lot of ways, and we can always use to learn a thing or two, by first checking
ourself at the door when we realize there is something more we're missing.

it may be numb to approach
or am i empty?
the pain, humiliation, suffering,
as i lived it, regurgitated into peace?

much like a fungi feeding on the
litter of decomposition
the inner carnage he left behind
in time became a wounded wellspring
of effervescent livelihood

a curious sparrow looking for
spiritual nourishment outside himself
trusting all with every step
always ended up returning to a person
who first fed this fledgling bird
this sparrow sang a pretty song for its
provider, and often came with gifts
but this food was laced with time-lapse delayed poison
and soon he found a cage was built around him

this orchestrated cage, made to induce servitude,
for vile ends, possession for depravity
soul possession, madness, in a voodoo master's ritual incantation
no true caring for myself, feeding off my soul, like a parasite
residing within my inner core
once i realized and fled that cage
as no walls could ever really hold my spirit
but that i had let someone else hold it
i had lost my song for some time
and learned some lessions
and never looked quite the same
outside, from where the ambrosia were to flow

to time travel back, inside my mind
tears can rise, as well an empty indifference, laced with cosmic overtones
an inner place, reaching beyond the limits of the outer-space
that sparrow flew and flies..
shredding any words like a sonic boom
morphing into a dynamic geometric void of eternity
phoenix, garuda, thunderbird, ba, and ziz
i'm unraveled and raw to have travelled the feelings back to there
and placed them in these words for ye
i can't continue any more, i feel spent
but i must thank you


hold your chin up, your soul can never be broken
and if it feels disconnected, as it returns
it brings vieled gifts

peace be with--

 

In many ways, men are children.

I try to keep the postive aspects of my responsibility to this world balanced with the eyes of a child.

On that note


Once upon a time

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Once upon a time.........................

I could stop upon a dime,
Discern reason from rhyme,
Stop unwanted crime,
Vocalize for mute mimes,
Take the wince out of limes.

Once upon a time

When my mind was not astray,
Where it's frequent led today,
Not even knowing the way,
I knew what to say,
I knew how to play.

Once upon a time

When the pauper was a King,
And the play was the thing,
And words would ring,
And visions would sing.

Once upon a time

I spoke like a child.

Just to make you laugh.

 

You are both ignorant.
Of course most men act like children. They are honest, cruel, selfish, and follow their natural urges(somehow looked down upon).
"Most" women are no better. The are selfish, stubborn, and egoistic in regards to the oposite sex.
The only difference is men dont go parading around, putting down the opposite sex, and living in an air of complete superiority. Sure men are superior on a more subconscience-like level.... but this....

is unnecessary.

 

and untrue

 

look at the ways men and woman socialize, starting when they are young. even though its double-faced, women have much more advanced networks and friendships, egalitarian in nature. as well look the nature of friendships today. women tend have more intimate friendships than men tend to have, at least here in the west.

this is just for western life, and is because we are out of balance. i am not saying men are less capable, just we are less developed right now in many ways. you can learn something from absolutely everyone in this world, and the opposite sex tends to refleck back more contrast, thus we can learn more about ourselves. but you have good position and words too bro. maybe tho u can see where i am coming from.

 

Thank you for attacking me with your generalizations

 

me?
any generalizations i make are for ease of communication, but never to group or hurt blindly. its a miscommunication if it came off that way.

anyways this post is about this dear girls heart and I'm trying to offer a little bit of care to posit on the good of things and not let a guy who 'broke' her soul keep her down too much! id really rather not discuss the battle of the sexes here. so maybe ill delete my old post.

peace be w/

 

great poem...