A poem We don’t own shit.Give me a sandwich todayand I’ll give it back to you, the next- we don’t own shit.We don’t own money.We don’t own ideas.We can’t spell out our thoughts without borrowing language.Remember their face? Barely.Salt in water, dissolving. The taste of success fades.So too, the fear of failure. The factory ofContinue reading “Law of ownership”
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Construction in Progress
A poem The old grammar schoolin the centre of townher bricks came tumbling downas felled treesconcrete rising rapidly from the rubblequick growing silver birches which burst the suburban bubblethey nest new neighboursoutside the windowtheir worry perches squeaking at dawnin some unknown avian song“they don’t belong”said Mr Quo, to Mrs Quo, reciprocated “first, this, then that.Continue reading “Construction in Progress”
Grumps
A poem in free verse A knock in three,I rise for thee,but, barely see, through the cigarettes,which went down for breakfast, two more worries at the door;I’ve been dreading this day,the Grandchildren come to play, One more second of peace before… Shrieking! uninvited joy,through the musty corridors,and into the high walled garden,the plants suffer,where attentionsContinue reading “Grumps”
Judgement
A poem in free verse Duality; life and death,A new journey beckons me from the Duat,The strength to inhale each breath becomes onerous,The Kingdom of Osiris awaits, Judgement awaits.Who dictates my life,But for my own heart, Balanced against the feather of Ma’at,Judge away,For I am free of sin,Ready to address my assessors,A simple man,Who splitContinue reading “Judgement”
The Fall
A poem in free verse I cannot stretch my mind to find the cure,In as far,As I cannot stretch enough my muscles,I can’t even carry my own weight,Lest attempt the burden and trouble,That I drag on my heels,These sinews are strained,Uncooperative, stubborn, fickle,Beaten up and corrupted from years of abuse,For excess, or success,Battling hurdles inContinue reading “The Fall”
Plagued
Tanka Buried emotions,Mass casualties of a plague,In a shallow grave – The burden of humankind,Below the surface, rotting. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice!Continue reading “Plagued”
Ruby
A memorial poem, for a cherished dog It’s been four years since my childhood companion passed away. I would like to share this poem I wrote for her. She deserves to be celebrated. For Ruby, Imperfectly perfect,Wrong, but just right,Long snout, bow legs, a nervous disposition,To shake without cause for fright,’Runt of the litter’,An easyContinue reading “Ruby”
Drawing Circles
What if life isn’t a linear pathway to death? Most of us non god fearing folk imagine ourselves on a line, from A – B, birth to death. In the depths of the night, sleepless notions draw in and out like the tide, frothing up all the man made crap people throw away. I thinkContinue reading “Drawing Circles”
Reclaims
Haiku Naked tree crooked -Old man walks by with hunched back,Lays flat in the earth. Original poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connect with other nicecissists out there. Reach out, let me know what you think in the comments, and of course, give me a follow for more – nice! https://nicecissist.blog Exploring mentalContinue reading “Reclaims”
No children, no problems
Selfish, or selfless? World population is growing unsustainably. As of time of writing, world population is almost 7.9 billion. I’m rounding up, as based on data released by the UN, there’s 250 births every minute – that’s more than 4 a second – and 131.4 million a year, we’ll be there in a blink. ThatContinue reading “No children, no problems”
Poems for mourning
A poem for an elderly loved ones passing. Time is a constant, in the end it gets the best of us all, feel sorrow not, you’ll walk, but first you’ll learn to crawl. So, grieve now my child, shed all and be rid of your tears, for I have lived life to the full andContinue reading “Poems for mourning”
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