Times of Despair

Times of Despair

These times, spoken in loud voices
Speak of large clouds, dark and looming
Descending downwards
Hovering over every horizon
Tainting the silver lining expected
Now tarnished, refusing to shine

Words of torment, rain down in a torrent
Crashing down into the unsuspecting crowd
Forming pools of stagnant waste
Through which many must wade
Listening to the tirade
Of loss

Rising fast beneath their feet
Many are swept aside
In this mighty rushing tide
Toppling those who stood at the top

Stumbling through shifting sands
Each day becomes an endless reminder
Of past possessions and positions

All must start anew
Many wish to refuse
Seeking a swift, sweet end
Rather than face the truth
Making a truce
Encountering new balances

Permanent solutions
To temporary situations
To a passing storm
When crisis comes knocking

Giving in to the moment
When despair sets in
Allowing despair to win

Ignoring the glimmer shimmer
Of hope valiant
Just beyond the looming clouds
So, think and reflect upon the future

Material things
Fall apart in time
A passing fancy
No longer needed
In difficult times

What of those who get left behind?
What becomes of them?

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Just a little side note for those who like to jump to conclusions. This poem was not written to attack any particular individual, group or country.

This poem is about those who have decided that committing suicide is a better alternative than facing their current problems. To those left behind, it leaves in hole in their life, for this is a death that could have been prevented. It is hard enough to lose a friend or loved one through disease or accident. Suicide is the one thing that leaves a person shaking their head, feeling confused and sometimes angry.

This seems to be an all too common theme today. Taking your own life is a permanent solution to a temporary situation and no one wins.

Burning Embers of Bitterness

Burning Embers of Bitterness



They say silence is golden
Until it has been stolen
By a greater silence
That comes directly
After the violence

This silence is not so golden
For it has been stolen
In the very act of violence
That tears through all hearts
This act sees only foes
Wanting to create woes

This act transcends all paths
That fills all wraths
In the darkness they are as wraiths
Blowing like leaves
Before the flame

See them wither
See them crumble
Never will they be humble
As they turn to ashes
Scattered before the pyre
Created by fire
Of burning hatred

See the embers
See it turn red
See it flicker
See it wither
See it glow
See it disappear
Within darkness cold


Watch, as the hand
Reaches within ashes
To scatter the just turned ashes
See it float away, high into the air
Watch it land somewhere near
Let the ember become embitter
Fused with the bitterness
That hisses as it touches



The act is yours
How will you react?
Another ember to be embitter
Or, does it end
Put aside by a calming balm?

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Just a little side note for those who like to jump to conclusions. This poem was not written to attack any particular individual, group or country.

Poem was originally written in 2003.

False Lies

False Lies

Every utterance that I give is false

The images that I portray to others,

I am smooth, and sly

I pretend to be coy and shy

I can be a lie

I wear everything that shimmers and glimmers

I surround myself, deeply with false cheery

My smile, never reaches my eye

And I blind all who look me in the eye

I am of the world

Proclaiming to all who come my way

I am material, knowing no shame

I spew forth rich lies

I spew forth filth with my forked tongue

I am Darkness that steals the Light that comes my way

Hurray for me, another comes my way

Smell this, smell that

It should make you hot

You say it does not

What do you know?

I am impressed with myself

I am self important

For I am filled with the loathing of the world

I twirl the world upon my hand

In the center of this world I stand

Hear their suffering cries

Hear them spout my lies

I stand in command

Holding this world in my hand

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Just a little side note for those who like to jump to conclusions. This poem was not written to attack any particular individual, group or country. This is about how telling falsehoods against our fellow neighbors can cause harm for everyone.

This was written in the style of allusion, as if falsehood was a real person who walks around, casting deceit over all who happen in its path. It is very savvy, always dressing to impress. The more people it can deceive, the more superior it feels over its victims.

I welcome constructive criticism, so let me know what you liked or disliked about the poem.

This Disease Called Greed

Ah, this thing called Greed
Comes dressed in many titles
Parading around in pride
Disguised sorrowfully in wealth
Does not know discrimination

Is willfully given out freely
To those willing seekers
Who care not for truth
Are on a quick quest
Seeking journey's end
Unwilling to take the same path
Traversed by past travelers

Rather would sip from the encrusted cup
Jewels richly dripping
Marching forward blindly
Deaf to all sounds
Unheeding all warnings
Ignoring all signs

Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
Delusion rules
Illusions controls
Conscious stalls
Staring straight ahead
Isolation sets in
Friends are let go

The path taken
Becomes a barren plain
Where none dare tread
Though a thousand together walk abreast
Nigh, into the descending darkness
Eyes forward,
No tears shed
Each step taken,
None look back

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Just a little side note for those who like to jump to conclusions. This poem was not written to attack any particular individual, group or country.

This was written in the style of allusion, as if greed was a tangible thing that people can readily receive. All the seeker needs to do is sip from this priceless glass, and they will start exhibiting the symptoms of the disease called greed. The symptoms are not heeding good common sense, ignoring the warning signs that something is not quite right, shutting themselves away from their friends and continuing blindly on this path.

I welcome constructive criticism, so let me know what you liked or disliked about the poem.