Zeal
Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.
Fantasy’s Gain
Lost in a fantasy of the mind
Perfection of reason one can find
No blemish to purpose of any kind
A worldly presence – so sublime
Love’s emotion in all its essence
Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence
Breath to life sparkles with effervescence
Hormones rage as in adolescence
Brief though this experience may be
It is a moment to be felt, to see
For it is a state easy to conceive
It is for all who live and breathe
Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain
Often taken to lengths insane
Let the wondrous power of the mind reign
By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.
Singularity of Being
Existence is a cocoon of my making
Detached from passions of others
Numbed by avoidance of emotion
Sustained by the singularity of being
Absorbed into self-absorption
Abyss
The parameters that define this life are shrinking.
I am down to the base figure of one.
Looking outward only – not connecting
Floating in a void consumed with others
Singular digits comprised of the same emotion
But void of the fraternal element
Wishing and wanting yet non-committal
Expending time like an abundant liquid
Frittering away what we have – are
In anticipation of a greater dream
Fear is the glue that binds
The unknown –
In death comes the answer
To a life spent questioning
Last Human Standing
Tags: a, ambition, awareness, b, being, commentary, debt, environment, establisment, EU, Internet, life, media, News, technolgoy, Trump, truth, United States, war
This poem, originally written back in 2012 in response to social and geopolitical issues occurring at that tumultuous time, upon review, seems more appropriate to the current state of world affairs with the inauguration of the 45th President Donald J. Trump.
Unlike the fears garnered when the poem was first written; what seems poised on the horizon to erupt, due to increased nationalism not only in the United States but across Western Europe, should instill a true sense foreboding reminiscent of the pre-World War II era.
Unfortunately, humanity once again appears to fall victim to the machinations of the pathological designs of true power:
Last Human Standing
Falling deeper into the abyss of our making
This life on Earth seems forsaken
Though remedy of solution viably in-hand
But ignored, for reasons becoming clearer to understand
Global power held by the unseen elite
Are determined to manifest humanity’s defeat
They will not rest until their destructive plan is complete
Instigated with common people fighting each other in the street
Economic collapse is their efficient tool to instigate
Knowing empty belles’ are much easier to infuriate
Whilst poised in their ivory towers left to masturbate
While goon-squad militarized police, the uprisings, mitigate
It would take a fool’s mind not to see what is happening
The civilized structure of the last hundred years is set for collapsing
Then by their design a New Order for civilization is ready for hatching
To render a commoner’s life to impoverishment by servitude, ever-lasting
These are not words to echo the cry of humanity’s impending defeat
It is a call to recognize what is about to come and its receipt
Demanding if it is to happen – common people take their stand on the street
Poised ready to fight until the last Human standing on their feet
If this poem resonates with you please explore others written in the same vain as well, several poems of a more entertaining and humorous note. Thank you.
Please feel free, too, to let me know what you think by dropping me your comments to:
naykdpoet@outlook.com
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