Dismal Lack of Grounds
Illustrious nights fumbled upon my undulant sleep
Engulfing all that I have established
And all that I have feint for deliverance
With these few jocund people and their tacit pace
I am left to bleed in a boudoir that conceives
A man, like a chamber for a warm seeping blood.
I wish to write and trample in a palliate
But this loyal loneliness stalls in an aposiopesis
As I wear and tear upon my flesh for subsistence
Demarcation freezes me in a derisory face
And bends every streak of the affable sunshine
Into a febrile slathering blanket in my glacial arms.
So then I would write in ambiguous but soldering scripts
About how I am ensconced in a peremptory loneliness
And that I would cringe to plea for an entree
To a ground where I can assert my existence
Without these vindictive eyes and cold shoulders
A place where there is no conception, perhaps and preferably; insanity.
Are there words sedative enough to cradle a glacier?
Are there people consistent enough to stay inside a night?
Are there golden times before each lifelong nadir?
Are there scherzo tinkering at the edges and seams?
Are there balustrades by the last inch of a rope?
Have I been at any of your edges at all?
I would digress in my Mandarin class with these questions
As a part of me dies again, live again, and repeat the torture
Inside this labyrinthine dune, I would disembogue all the rivers
That I filled in every worthy soul I have once talked to sleep
And in the unmarked grave of the escritoire I would lambaste
All that I never had, so that I can rebuild something to burn again.
poem by Norman Santos
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Loneliness
Loneliness cries deep from my soul,
Keeps trying to tell me about the world growing so cold.
Too many people trying to take from my earth,
But we cant live without controlling our birth.
Deep inside a voice cries out for you,
Its not alone cause, people, I been cryin too.
If we dont stop what we all see is wrong,
I guarantee you mankind wont live long.
Chorus
Theres a land, a glorius land,
Its right here on earth.
Understand what you can from the land,
Your life is its worth.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh.
To face the problems that everyones found,
We must replace what we took out of the ground.
Pray for your brother, let your soul find a way,
Help one another, oh, please listen to what I say.
Chorus
Loneliness ...
Oh ..., I cant get away from loneliness ...
Yeah, loneliness ... oooo ...
Loneliness ...
Yeah, loneli- ... loneli- ... lo- ... neliness ...
I just cant get away from loneli- ...loneliness ...
Yeah, ... yeah ...
Loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
Cant get away from loneliness ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Outside331’sSleep
Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?
(12-13-07)
poem by Chelsea Trescott
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Loneliness
It is colder when alone
People are warmth garments
That keeps us warm in the cold
A tree that stands alone
Is vulnerable to whirlwind
There is no life in loneliness
Loneliness is void
You are lost in loneliness
There is no identity in loneliness
Two is better than one
Three is God's completeness
A multiple of people around
Is a great blessing
Wealth is incomplete in loneliness
A rich man devoid of people
Is like an ensnared lion
Show me your people
I can tell you
The expanse of your wealth
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Stone Alone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
Self centre chiseled in many a form
Partake the centre of the universe
Alone
Stone alone
The griffins grave keepers opening the jaws
Partake shadow in a
Stone
Stone alone
The Sphynx upside down
Clinging to the edges of a smile
Ice frozen on the mysteries
Of centuries Centaur raging at Minotaur
Now laugh all around
Winking cunningly
Gioconda mocking
Drop a glove on the floor
Flirting with death
A black hand will lift
White gloved touch of
Stone
Alone
Stone alone will carve the face
Cut the faces into a living wound of the stone
Rocked in the cradle swinging left right
Tectonically
To the ground
To the stone
Absolutely discentred
Alone
Summon the unity
Aloneness hanging from the rope
Bitter ends of days
Edges crying for the summits
And the summits seeking the edges
In the hide and seek of the soul alone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
First ray shattered upon the horizon
Horizon rise
At night alone by day alone
Soul alone stone alone
Carved
YOU
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Stone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
Self centre chiseled in many a form
Partake the centre of the universe
Alone
Stone alone
The griffins grave keepers opening the jaws
Partake shadow in a
Stone
Stone alone
The Sphynx upside down
Clinging to the edges of a smile
Ice frozen on the mysteries
Of centuries Centaur raging at Minotaur
Now laugh all around
Winking cunningly
Gioconda mocking
Drop a glove on the floor
Flirting with death
A black hand will lift
White gloved touch of
Stone
Alone
Stone alone will carve the face
Cut the faces into a living wound of the stone
Rocked in the cradle swinging left right
Tectonically
To the ground
To the stone
Absolutely discentred
Alone
Summon the unity
Aloneness hanging from the rope
Bitter ends of days
Edges crying for the summits
And the summits seeking the edges
In the hide and seek of the soul alone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
First ray shattered upon the horizon
Horizon rise
At night alone by day alone
Soul alone stone alone
Carved
YOU
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Soul Searching
I wish I had it in me to give you everything you need.
But the last girl sucked it all out, and now I'm risking making your heart bleed.
It seems like this evil deed keeps going round and round in circles, leveling everyone in the way.
I sleep most nights, but I spend the time thinking of how I use to be back in the day.
When nothing really mattered, and I didn't have very many cares.
Somewhere I lost myself and one by one they left me in tears.
I live for the day when I can make her smile for the last time, then my work would be done.
In my hands I hold her heart, guarding it prudently, because it's a prize rarely won.
A human heart rarely won because it is almost never given.
Souls skimming the sand, longing to dive into the cold waters being called to the peace where we all belong.
Follow me as we try to change the world, and try to only sing love songs.
Cupid's love arrows feel so good as they finally pierce and go inside.
But god forbid you ever have to pull it out, because you will bleed out.
Now, let's slow the pace down, take a moment to see the entire world's frown.
I walk slowly through this old, hidden, and abandoned town.
How did it ever make it into a city? This city is so small, yet somehow your hiding from me.
I'm still searching, wanting to bump into you, to see your eyes, is anything left there, I want to see.
Summer is finally here. The ground is opening back up, but my heart is frozen back in time.
I stand in the full glory of the Sun, inside begging to burn me up, do something to make me fine.
The light is blinding my eyes, but I don't care, I need it to burn your face from my mind.
There is nothing left of me, nothing left to find.
It seems I am left to a life searching for a soul, and longing for your soul to still be searching for me.
poem by Midnight Writer
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Miserable People
the miserable people hug themselves
during the cold night
when the rain seems not to stop falling
their silence warm themselves
their dreams converge
their loneliness together forms
a blanket of comfort
amidst this confusing darkness
with hands clasped they start their prayers
for those who did not survive
the loneliness and length of the chant
those unheard of
and those who left for good into a destination
unknown
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Neverland
(HogarthKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)
When the darkness takes me over
Face down, emptier than zero
Invisible you come to me
..quietly
Stay beside me
Whisper to me "Here I am"
And the loneliness fades
Some people think I'm somethin'
Well you gave me that, I know
But I always feel like nothing
When I'm in the dark alone
You provide the soul, the spark that drives me on
Makes me something more than flesh and bone
At times like these
Any fool can see
Any fool can see
Your love inside me
All these years
Truth In front of my eyes
While I denied
What my heart knows was right
At times like these
Any fool can see
Any fool can see
Your love inside me
I want to be someone
I want to be someone
I want to be someone
Who someone would want to be
Someone would want to be
Wendy
Darling
In the kitchen
With your dreams
Will you fly
again
Take to the sky
again
Undo the hooks
Once and for all
Banish the tic tic tic tok tok tok
Again
Will you be
Yourself for me
Cause I can take it
I can stand
Anything
When you're with me
I can stand it
I can stand
But when you're gone
I never land
In Neverland
Want to be someone someone would want to be
someone someone would want to be
someone someone would want to be
someone someone someone someone
Any fool
Any fool can see
Any fool can see
Your love
Inside me
song performed by by Marillion
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Why Do I Write
I write from my sadness
I write from the madness
I write because I have something to say
I write to pass the day
I write only from the heart
I write for sometimes I am not that smart
Whatever is in head just comes out on paper (in this case a word document) , and I go with the flow
Write to let my mind go
I follow my hand to where ever it takes me
I write all the things that I can see
I write when I am happy, but not as much
I write from my heart that you can touch
I write because I’d go insane
I am driven to write quell my pain
At times I feel alone so I write what I am feeling
I write for it is self-healing
Confident not so I write it all away
I write and write to pass the day
I write to comfort my soul that cries out in the night
I write for love is always out of sight
I write so I don't have to cry any more
I write for I have no one to adore
I write so someone somewhere will hear my plea
I write for someone is out there for me
I am lost and I the clown
I write to turn my frown upside down
I write to embrace the sadness I hide inside
I write with my heart opened wide
I write to silence the ghost
I write for I’ve been let down by the one I loved the most
I write through the stormy weather
I write for I am light as a feather
I am not a writer nor am I a poet
I write for the grief I do know it
I will write until I draw my last breath
I write because I'll die a lonely death
I have to write for strangers delight
I write because I have to write
I write for my own happiness
I write to relieve my stress
I write because I have no other choice
I write as if I was writing a letter
I write because I can’t do any better
I write because I am afraid not to
I write for this is what I do
I write for I give a damn
I write just because I am
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Sunshine Comes
Sunshine comes to inside mind
Far across the makings on
In the heart beat you must find
What is here or almost gone?
Rising skies from love across
Day dreams through and incomplete
Living dreams that are with loss
To be waiting on a sideway street
Yesterday was in its own pain
Love be saved or given blues
So much here that comes again
That is only of its ordinary use
Sometimes live up to dreams
Understanding what's gone by
Where you couldn’t see what seems
Only the corridors from far sky
Rising morning in its own day
Playful sight that eyes read
Any scene in an accomplish way
That is here in your insecure need
Like the pain that give you love
When you feel you know it all
Or the clouds in drift above
That in raindrops soon must fall
Feeling blues of its loneliness
When the dream won’t any longer stay
Everything that comes to less
When the times are lose and gray
Feeling blues of its loneliness
When the dream won’t any longer stay
Everything that comes to less
When the times are lose and gray
Sunshine comes to inside mind
Far across the makings on
Sunshine comes to inside mind
In the heart beat you must find
Sunshine comes to inside mind
With its ways never done
Sunshine comes to inside mind
Filling you with so much love
Giving of its ways and spins
Anything that comes
(from my album: Something More)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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I Go To Sleep
When I look up from my pillow I dream you are there with me.
Though you are far away I know youll always be near to me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I look around me and feel you are ever so close to me.
Each tear that flows from my eyes brings back memories of you to me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I was wrong, I will cry, I will love you to the day I die.
You alone, you alone and no one else, you were meant for me.
When morning comes once more I have the loneliness you left me.
Each day drags by until finally night time descends on me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
I go to sleep, sleep, and imagine that youre there with me.
song performed by by Kinks
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Dead And Gone
In years from now when I am dead and gone
Will people read the words that I had wrote
If they do will they agree with what they read
And if so truly, understand the feelings I had spoke.
Will they feel the pain and suffering that I felt
In the many days of my own life
Maybe they will etch my feelings inside their soul
And If so, I wonder for me if they will cry.
I wonder if anyone will go into a deep thought
After reading the words that I had spoke
And then will they think and understand that feeling too
While inside their soul or heart a memory I will had awoke.
Maybe they will be with me in those lonesome nights
When my soul and I felt so very alone
When I couldn't sleep so I had to write
While my soul stayed stationary, but my mind it did roam.
And will they feel the pain that I did feel
With every line that I suffered as I did write
Will they shed a tear that my lover never shed for me
While she was always in my heart and in my sight.
And when they finish my book and close it shut
Will they reflect my feelings as they walk away
Will they say they know the pain that I have felt
As they too had felt it in their very own days.
Will they cry the tears that was never cried for me
As they go searching for my last resting place
To give the sympathy they might say I deserve
While trying to visualize my soul through my face.
If they look and find and then walk unto my grave
I wander for me if i will receive long forgotten grieving
Telling me how sad and the pity they hold for me
After reading my words, maybe they will start believing.
And maybe they will walk to the graves of the others
The ones who did me wrong and who sealed my fate
Who made me the poet whom I had to become
Will they tell them their souls, and living they do hate.
So as I finish writing with these last few thoughts
I hope forever my words and feelings will continue on
As I know I am not alone and my pain is not fastened to me
But really who will know, until I am dead and gone.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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One Man Bandwagon of Harlequinade
I, inebriated by a saccharine mulling of the elapsed
Melee amidst the clock's sabers and now moored
By a pensive anchor that rattles with every mishaps
That whittles inside my ashen bones which chewed
Upon my scarce viscera; what disparity between poles
Could be more farcical than not one iota at all?
For in the surly leaf of the final page the verity basks
In a prissy repose apt for a surreptitious usurper
That I am, after all, a harlequin guzzled by a mask
Of a crystal ball, reflecting and deflecting, to pilfer
The unnamed mirth in every drooping environs
Siphoned by the reeling exigency of self deception
Ebullience is ephemeral only for the reason that
Death is a stealthy phantom, immortal in the ethereal
Grounds of a grotesque carnival ensconced in a hat
That I wore to subsist with the grotesque quintessential
Hamlet, teeming with a surfeit latticing fangs of beasts
And an infinitesimal number of vicarious pessimists
Truth is, I lose myself in this insuperable loquaciousness
As I grope for what I desire and how the death is casted
Forlorn as a reticent lion's ought to be, I do behest
And plea for a hand to rise in the sea of the oppressed
Maudlin that I am; I kneel every night to haggle for my craving
To be in the bassinet of lovely people, or to efface this aspiring
The thought of your pity smothers me and, in my gaunt nakedness,
I know well that I deserve it, earned it, for I am truly devoured,
Like a hapless gazelle gnashed by a tiger, by vicious loneliness
That I inexorably severed from these golden chains, a melancholic discord
I'm ailed and dead-beaten from riling, from cloying a maneuver
And in the muted times of its rapine, I, alone, mournfully flounder
I, alone, wallowed into the graves of my thousand deaths
In mausoleums stalled in the quagmire of my chambers
Igniting the wick in my bloodshot eyes and slathering tourniquets
To dab the wounds to rebuild the skyscrapers you love to slander
So that in this parceled desolation I can become a writer
And assert my existence in this laconically fiendish winter
I'll bleed again before the eulogy of this poem tingle the schmaltz air
And reiterate my cacophonous half-breathing quintessence:
I am bleakly alone and I cannot stand it, sometimes I do not care
But it's only a sedating stratagem; I want to be with acquaintances
Whom I've seen clearly and held in the stark pitch blackness
And who have perceived the one man bandwagon inside the forlornness.
poem by Norman Santos
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Sleep
The night is grey -
Deeply buried inside the faint of black -
The breeze blow with the touch of blood -
Dead beats the drum -
Of a ridden heart -
The sleep which creeps -
By the bullet which sleeps -
Barrel to my gun -
Dormant she plays during the day -
Filled the promises of a sleep -
Creep to be well away -
Sleep -
Sleep -
Sleep my beauty queen -
Sleep to the unseen -
Sleep upon the nightmare -
Sleep in between my dreams -
Succumb by sleep -
Succumb by screams -
Inside where I sleep
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Lost My Poems
Somewhere in the night a child cries,
A Losing soul someone weeps and someone dies.
No Wear to be found in the night, humanity hides.
Somewhere in the night, a soul screams, not mistakin a thing
As people fade and die, lost in dreams tryin to intervene.
Somewhere in the night, reality lives in people steal.
Somewhere in the night loneliness dwells, many people fell
As people die, no one cares i am telling you now so beware.
Somewhere in the night, one dies alone.
Somewhere in the night...
tryin to lived life depise tha anguish and fright i got to stay tight and hope we all reunite
Where is the light?
Copyright © ®2009, Christian B Guice. All rights reserved
poem by Christian Guice
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Lurkin' In My Loneliness
He has no woman of his own
So every night he walks alone
Although he has no place to go
He's livin in a world so cold
Searchin' for my happiness
Lurkin' in my loneliness
And so and to that lucky day
He looks for her along the way
Although he's livin in dismay
He always finds the time to pray
Searchin' for my happiness
Lurkin' in my loneliness
There's no love to be found
Might as well be underground
My soul was never safe and sound
My body is now in the ground
Searchin' for my happiness
Lurkin' in my loneliness
And although I can't be seen
This all feels like just a dream
Nothing's ever what it seems
No more do I bleed
Searchin' for my happiness
Lurkin' in my loneliness
I see a lost umbrella and a phone
But there's no way to contact home
Still empty with no one to hold
Nobody talks to me I'm a ghost
Searchin for my happiness
Lurkin' in my loneliness
Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison
If instead of being hanged by the neck
you're thrown inside
for not giving up hope
in the world, your country, your people,
if you do ten or fifteen years
apart from the time you have left,
you won't say,
"Better I had swung from the end of a rope
like a flag" --
You'll put your foot down and live.
It may not be a pleasure exactly,
but it's your solemn duty
to live one more day
to spite the enemy.
Part of you may live alone inside,
like a tone at the bottom of a well.
But the other part
must be so caught up
in the flurry of the world
that you shiver there inside
when outside, at forty days' distance, a leaf moves.
To wait for letters inside,
to sing sad songs,
or to lie awake all night staring at the ceiling
is sweet but dangerous.
Look at your face from shave to shave,
forget your age,
watch out for lice
and for spring nights,
and always remember
to eat every last piece of bread--
also, don't forget to laugh heartily.
And who knows,
the woman you love may stop loving you.
Don't say it's no big thing:
it's like the snapping of a green branch
to the man inside.
To think of roses and gardens inside is bad,
to think of seas and mountains is good.
Read and write without rest,
and I also advise weaving
and making mirrors.
I mean, it's not that you can't pass
ten or fifteen years inside
and more --
you can,
as long as the jewel
on the left side of your chest doesn't lose it's luster!
May 1949
Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993)
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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I, The Soldier
I killed a man today, did not know his name
I did not know his history, I am the one to blame
I searched his pocket for grenades and guns
Found a photo of his three little children having fun
His body is lying there still and cold, no breath of air
I look in his eyes, I am not allowed to ask if it's fair
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I am glad I am alive and I am longing to meet my wife
My child who must be waiting for me, they are my life
I wish I could hug them, cuddle them for eternity
Till I could feel the distance no more sneaking inside of me
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I have not seen my home for months and it is eating me inside
I have forgotten the taste of food and the looks of a butter knife
I am loaded with weapons and ammunitions push my shoulders down
But I have to walk, for my country, for my state, for my town
We don't sleep sound at night with the fears of confrontation
Now my rifle is my body part and bullets are my bourbon
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I don't want to kill anybody, it haunts me
At night I can feel their spirit, hallucinations I see
I look in the mirror and see only blood and corpses around
The cries of widows and orphans is the only sound
The nights are scary with in my sleep deprived eyes
The days are frightening trying to save what's left of my life
But I have to be strong because I am a soldier at front
And I fight for my countrymen and I am a part of this man hunt
I do this for my country but when I will be back
No one thanks me, there is no one to pat my back
They don't realize the nights I have lost so they could sleep
The wounds I have endured so that they could have treats
They don't see the picture, they are just happy for a movie
When hundred lost lives so that they can be free
I begin to wonder, if it is really overrated to be a soldier
The picture must be worth a thousand words and much bigger
I wonder who am I, what am I doing away from home, my home
But I fight, because I am a soldier, a protector of the prone
I am the righteous protecting what is right and worthy of dying for
I live for my family, I die for my country, my men, my corps.
poem by Kumar Parashar
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Loneliness
Roy orbison/joe melson
Loneliness is the worst thing in the world
To be alone all the day long
No ring on the phone, yeah this is wrong
Low down loneliness
This loneliness, I must confess
Yes its a mess of this loneliness
Low down loneliness, loneliness all around
Loneliness, you have found me loneliness
Oh loneliness, all of the time
Such loneliness, youre so unkind
Low down loneliness
Loneliness everywhere
Loneliness, Ive got more that my share
Oh loneliness, my destiny
Yeah loneliness, was I born to be
In low down loneliness? loneliness
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Death Tolls Imperceptibly
I could feign a brazen smile contorted from corruption
Or paint my face with a grotesque façade so you envisage
A one man band of harlequinade unstained of demarcation
Better yet, I will reduce into a glassine veneer and divulge
The eczemas sweltering inside the mechanism of affectation
But what good will it be when the heart is an autumn garage?
I, in solitude, could vie for vindication in blithe and blinded hope
And sublimate this loneliness to become my woebegone impetus
But in between the torsion of times of my harried sleep, a slope
Of pervading veracity swoons for my capitulation and unloose
The wisp of the evanescence of my feint of blasé and mope
Whilst, loneliness itself remained immortally acrimonious
Farcically, I veer to shun the promenading circus and impose
Satisfaction and wrangle to outrun the pawned pangs of solitude
Shorn between two opposing pillars I have lost my sole repose
In my silence, I holler and wail in unfathomable magnitude
To stranger's bolted ears and to haul me out and keep me close
Before I thaw in this havoc amidst despondence and incertitude
poem by Norman Santos
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