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Poetry Shenanigans – Measuring Up

Measuring Up

There was no script,
Preordered, prewritten,
No scene preordained
Tossed, hurled,
Twirled and hurtled,
Towards the chaotic serenity,
Called life.
They said dream,
Like nobody has ever dreamt,
Run from pillar to post,
Spend your youth,
Within the four walls,
Of temples of knowledge,
Among like minded blank
slates,
Like yourself.
They said study harder,
Apply yourself harder,
The books will save you,
The words phrasing equations,
Framing laws of gravity,
Dabbling in grammar and syntax,
Whilst churning out literature and
philosophy.
Then, as you get older,
Your dreams are invalid and
negated,
You’re told to give up chasing
Other worldly visions,
That you once called dreams,
Goals and passions you once coveted.
Told to trade in your foolish ideals,
For the lessons of harsh reality,
Where you’re told,
All the lessons you were once taught,
In your foolish youth,
About kindness and compassion,
Love, peace and intolerance,
Were nothing more than,
Fables, tales, mere fiction.
How else can you justify,
All the hatred? All the destruction?
How can you be the same tongue?
That talks sweet nothings about love
and peace?
And be the tongue that lashes out at
me,
For all my differences?
For all that you dictate with terms and
conditions?
How dare you tell me to live to dream,
And savour freedom,
Only to mock me,
For my ‘naivety,’
Of daring to dream.
How can you root for hope and light,
In a world so unsteady,
Trembling and unstable,
By forces of hate, anger and envy?
How can you ask for better?
When you’d rather only focus,
On what you colour as weakness,
And label as the worst?
How can you hope for a bright future?
For all the children, for tomorrow’s future?
When all you’ve done,
Is quash, squash and destroy,
All forms of inquiry, curiosity,
and discovery,
To the minds and souls that matter most?

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans: Mercy

Mercy

Do you know what it feels like,
On the inside?
When there’s nothing left?
But just a gaping hollow space?
That already existed,
And had a designated space;
Only to be filled up,
With that thing called hope,
Only to be yanked out, ripped out,
Like a band-aid,
Like a recurring nightmare,
With no beginning and no end,
Just a continuum,
That you once learned to overcome.
Do you know what it’s like?
To have dreams put in your head,
That you once thought,
Were out of your reach,
And not in your stead?
Do you know what it is like?
To have a part of you,
A part, buried deep inside,
Brought back to life?
Only to have it slaughtered and
sliced?
And regretting the day you decided,
It should see the light?
I guess you never will,
I guess you never can,
When it was so easy to give up
and let go,
While all you had to do,
Was stay and hold a hand,
And try and understand.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans: Reflections

Reflections

Agitation, Trepidation,
They colour my thoughts,
Every waking moment.
Retribution, Indignation,
Like a chant,
Mumbled and murmured
everyday.
Hesitation, Frustration,
Clouding my decisions these
days.
Validation, Resolution,
The only notes of peace,
I seek out like a hungry, weary
traveller.
Revelations, Revelations,
The future beholds,
Chants and whispers,
Muttered among the wise and
the old.
Salvation to all these violations,
The future beholds.
Be your own solution,
Seek your redemption,
Within your own reflection.
Deflect all insinuations,
All misguided misinterpretations,
Towards your situation,
Because the best solution,
Lies within your Intuition.

SJ

You & I

It’s time for more poetry. Despite the foggy & clogged head space, thanks to a whole lot of congestion, ya’ll are being subjected to more verbal carnage. Yayyy! Well I thought I’d play around a little with the formatting on this poem, so tried out something new that way. Haven’t written anything in this format before. Let me know what you think! Hope everyone had a fantastic weekend!

You & I

Me: What if I fall?
You:
I WILL catch you…
Me:
What if I fall deeper than I’ve ever fallen?
You:
I’ll dive as deep as I can until I find you…
Me:
What if all that’s left of me is pain and sorrow?
You:
Then I’ll be there every step of the way,

Every step and ever after,
Until the day,
You learn to smile again.
Me:
What if the world turns it’s back on me?
You:
Then I’ll be the only world you ever need…
Me:
What if I never amount to anything?
You:
You aren’t defined by what you don’t achieve,

You aren’t defined by your failures,
And, you aren’t limited by your losses.
Me:
What if I get left behind?
You:
Then hold my hand,

And I promise to never let go…
Me:
What if one day,
One day, you see,
The broken and cracked pieces of me,
That I see everyday in the mirror?
That is the truest representation of me?

You:
Then I will embrace all that I see,

I will hold on to every piece reflected
at me,
I will cherish all of you that you choose
to share with me.
Me:
What if one day you wake up and realize,
That I was the wrong decision,
The wrong choice?
The one you’ve lost interest in…
The one you have to leave?

You:
Then I will fight my way,

Through every single day,
Every single hurdle that comes our way,
To ensure you never feel that way
I’m here, always here
Forever near, just for you my dear.
For, no two entities in this Universe
Fit better than you and I.

Shadow Games

Shadow Games

Being left behind is easy,
Picking up the pieces,
easier still.
Accepting the blame,
To stop the fighting
and noise,
Simplistic at best.
Being at the receiving end,
Of the blame game, trouble
and heartache,
Now, just seems,
Like such a daily occurrence,
That you can go through
the motions,
With your eyes closed,
And nobody second guessing,
Or questioning the validity,
Of your actions.
Be the loyal scapegoat,
Hear the whispers,
And murmurs
Labelling you a drama queen,
Always over the top,
Always over emotional,
From the ones you deem close,
Yet who hurt you the most,
And make you question,
Loyalty and dignity;
The elements you value most.
It’s time now,
Stop the game,
Chuck the blame,
Let the users and freeloaders
Get off your dream express.
Let their discouraging words,
And selfish desires,
Roll off your back,
And out your mind,
Like the drain storm sewers
During the heaviest of rains.
Let them pass you by,
To make way in your life,
For clear blue skies.
Let the beat of your heart,
Guide you
To the path you’ve often passed,
And wished to walk,
But held yourself back,
Out of fear of being disowned,
ridiculed,
And simply left stranded and alone.

Distilled

Distilled

Somewhere in a place,
One beyond the reach of time
and space.
Where the semantics,
And symmetrics of human dynamics
Fade into oblivion.
Where our actions,
Aren’t ruled and governed,
By desperation and survival
And borderline paranoia and suspicion.
Where kindness, loyalty and love,
Aren’t viewed as a means to an end;
Where you and I aren’t coiled, tensed
and poised,
Waiting, watching and ever ready,
For our facades to fall apart and crumble.
Facades you and I carry,
Like extra baggage,
Unclaimed, unwanted,
Yet a necessity,
Just to keep our heads afloat,
In this turbulent and unpredictable
Roller coaster ride called life.
One day…some day,
Shall we be liberated,
By the chains,
That make us question
The true nature of our humanity.
Where love, kindness and care,
Don’t raise suspicions.
Where belief, hope and dreams,
Live and breathe,
Unquestioned, Unfettered and Unchallenged.

Snapshot

Snapshot

Staring at the impossible,
Contemplating the inevitable,
Listening to the world telling you
You’re incapable
All while the world around you
is unstable.
Laughing at your dreams,
And calling them mere fables.
It’s ironic that the world,
Keeps harping on stability and peace,
When the only true path
To clear the garble,
Is to fix the cracks within,
In order to fix the cracks within
the world we live in.

Strands

Strands

Pulled apart,
Stretched beyond their limits,
Past barriers and boundaries,
Binding together,
The bits and pieces
Of you and I;
Intertwined, entangled,
Akin to an eternal knot,
Veiled by uncertainty,
Mere puppet strings,
Dangled and manipulated
By the firm hands of fate
and destiny.
Unseen and unbeknownst,
To our mortal eyes;
Disguised by,
Our pleas and cries for help,
For guidance
Into uncharted territories,
By laments,
Over hearts broken and
scattered,
And countless dreams shattered.
For a salve,
To heal all wounds,
Inflicted over time,
By one, by all and by ourselves.
Like fall leaves,
Do we rustle, whirl and twirl,
To the music of the wind called uncertainty.
Adrift…Askew…
Onto new things,
Without ever severing,
Our links to a past lived.

The Discordant Beat

Been a while, but it’s time to welcome Fall with open arms and apparently all things pumpkin flavoured. So here’s a new post to welcome this time of the year. Hope everyone is doing great and thanks for stopping by!

 The Discordant Beat

Amongst bleary faces,
Wearing weary expressions,
Through these dreary days;
Where promises are broken,
And secrets hard to keep;
Where comfort and solace,
Are difficult companions to seek;
Where peace is a mockery of the
Utopia,
That we once dreamed of;
Where harmony and tolerance,
Are the dissonant fading beats,
To a world thriving in division;
Where hope and faith,
Are declared to be fairy tales,
And no longer the path of the
righteous,
But the path of prehistoric
wise-men,
And current day fools;
Where every choice we make,
Strips us a little farther away from
humanity,
And closer to the frigid clones,
We once swore and promised
never to be.
Where distance brings us closer,
And proximity?
Is just another excuse to not relate,
And let the ties,
That once bound us,
Slip away from our grasp,
Like fine grains of sand,
Dispersed, distant,
And nothing, but a memory.
Who are we to demand,
Understanding, patience and justice?
When we put ‘me’ before ‘we,’
And, ‘I’ before us?
And turn our backs on those,
Who look to us for strength,
At a moment they have felt their weakest?
How do we listen?
How do we feel human?
When the only thing
Filling our ears, eyes,
Hearts and souls,
Are the loud, booming echoes,
Of our own voices,
And nobody else’ ?

In Memoriam

Hey all,

It has most definitely been a while. I haven’t forgotten this sacred space o’ mine, but life and all it’s lil’ beasties have been chasing me down. Keeping up with those beasties can be quite tedious. Definitely feels like the creativity I once thought, quite selfishly might I add, I possessed is definitely slipping away. It almost feels as if my creativity is channeling it’s inner Gotye and singing “Somebody I Used to Know” to me on a rather daily basis. So what’s the best way to get back to it? That’s right, beat the creativity back into yourself and subject the world to my verbal carnage!! Well, I think I’ve written up enough of an intro. If you would be ever so kind, please do share your thoughts down below in the comments section and I hope life is treating you all very well!

Without further ado,

In Memoriam

People live and die,
Quotes come into existence,
Beliefs, values and principles
burn out and dry;
Memoirs, epitaphs,
Are all that’s left behind,
As minor reminders of major
turning points.
Constant reminders,
Of inspiration, motivation
and peace,
Are, thrown at us,
While we drown,
In the troubled waters,
Of indifference, ignorance
and strife.
While we thrive,
Off of the small differences,
That separate and divide us,
Instead, of holding on,
To all that makes us one.
Who hears the whispers of
peace?
When we are all so wrapped
up,
In screaming and shouting out
our differences?
What a mockery
Have we made of ourselves?
For we have trampled,
And laid waste,
To paths paved,
And history made,
By martyrs slain,
Who struggled, fought and strove,
Against all odds,
Towards the vision,
Of a brighter future and,
better tomorrow.
Now all that remains,
Of their dreams and struggles,
Are folded and yellowed
pages,
And immovable, speechless
apathetic statues;
Watching….as time passes on by,
As we struggle and suffer,
The fate of our actions.