theperplexedpoet

[theperplexedpoet]

midnight sonata

in the first movement of this sonata I gave my two cents it gave me nada there was a chord struck with ivory keys a man with no luck I stood before thee my soul was barren and my steps were plain the notes were blaring each was filled with pain in the next movement of this sonata there was improvement penned an errata

there was a chord struck each a symphony a man with no luck just melancholy felt my soul shaken by turns of the screw found it was taken knew not what to do by the third movement of this sonata no longer prudent arm the armada an accord was struck with ivory keys the pieces corrupt what more would be seized just echoes of soul and figments of flesh there was no control there will be none left by the last movement of this sonata became my blueprint midnight's stigmata (4/18/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #sonata #midnight #soul #movements #pieces #chords #struck

[theperplexedpoet]

I won't accept my fate

...I will create it!

(4/15/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #musing #fate #create it

[theperplexedpoet]

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[theperplexedpoet]

the hollow era

I.

we are the hollow era engorged on endless streams of corrosive content intermingling with cascading and compounded traumas passed down for generations blistered souls breaking in the web of connected disconnects and networked neuroses empty vessels of emptier engagements intending unity through the guise of excessive exceptionalism boxing ourselves in for barriers feel like safety we wear them as life vests when they are really just straitjackets preserving nothing but the prejudice the price of freedom legacies left to linger in the lore where never again became evermore for we are the hollow for we are the dead we drown in the shallow I said what I said II. the twilight kingdom was lost in the night when the dream was found to be a figment no straps on the boots that Jack built thine eyes had seen the glory, but the story was just that a story a tale told at bedtime to usher in peaceful incursions of the subconscious to hold the truth of the world at bay for as long as such dreams are able to at least but in the right light dreams can prove such fragile things almost as fragile as the beings that bore them yet we shan't give voice to the reason as the unreasonable take the stage it's all the rage it's all rage III. this is the dead land the land of the lost we lie with heads of stone sinking further and further into the sand into the land the land of the dead and we try to rise but it comes as no surprise that the weight of the stone that of the known keeps us grounded but not in the ways we'd like remnant restrictions of yesteryear before our development was arrested and our conscience was compromised now everyone puts baby in the corner IV. we moved in ways that kept the eyes at the front eye for an eye seeing nothing yet pretending to see all sightless leaders recklessly racing towards an end so plainly seen stacked in the silos of the silenced humanity deterred we once understood the might of mercy might be lost to us now, but we knew it then held it to our breast and praised its name sung songs of its majesty all just words to us now V. this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends not with a bang but a moronic destabilization of purpose and mission cruelly calculated and so profound in the scale of its cognitive dissonance that reason and logic no longer have places at the table this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends indeed with a bang heads banging endlessly against the walls where once we had written replaced with these scalp-scribed scriptures the postmodern cave paintings of the frustrated and feckless the hollow era this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends this is the way the world ends the way it was always going to the way it was always going to the way it was always going to you gave us a voice and then expected us not use it (4/14/24)

#poetry #sociopolitical #melancholy & musings #war #war machine #endless war #hate #humanity #mercy #ts eliot #homage #the hollow men

[theperplexedpoet]

the abyss (a shadow born and shadow bred)

for when I looked into myself all I saw was an abyss and there was really nothing else just this deep pit of darkness a shadow born and shadow bred I was always of the dark by each its verses I am fed bleeding daily from the start and so I will 'til I am dead as each cycle leaves its mark a shadow born and shadow bred I was always of the dark and when I looked into myself all I saw was the abyss and there was really nothing else at all below its surface a shadow born and shadow bred this would always be my place knew how my story would be tread from the pen's very first trace and by its spilled ink I was led it was my first touch of grace a shadow born and shadow bred this would always be my place and there was really nothing else all the rest had been destroyed so when I looked into myself there was nothing but the void a shadow born and shadow bred I was always of the dark by each its verses I am fed bleeding daily from the heart (4/12/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #depression #shadow self #abyss #void #midnight shadow #writer

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the world was built on magic (festivals of shame)

and when we killed the goddess there came a torrent of rain nothing about it modest in our festivals of shame the world was built on magic its seeds so deeply planted but we made moves so drastic and took it all for granted we left the soils all barren and we spoiled the roots and yields there was nothing to spare then we impacted each the fields and then we killed the goddess brought forth a torrent of rain nothing about it modest in these festivals of shame the world was built on magic but we tore all of that down in moves over-dramatic left it rotting in the ground was traded for religion one more system of control now no acts of contrition can save our collective soul for when we killed the goddess there came a torrent of rain nothing about it modest in our festivals of shame the world was built on magic on the feminine divine but toxic men of plastic poisoned every single vine (4/11/24)

#poetry #sociopolitical #melancholy & musings #feminine divine #goddess #festivals of shame #magic

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IYKYK

you can fear the reaper just don't let it show for the truth goes deeper if you know you know and the road gets steeper the further you go each step lands a keeper if you know you know yes, we can decode bliss let sabers rattle you just have to know this it's half the battle yes, the pen has more might than the sword has blows both hurt in their own right if you know you know you play the erudite but it's all for show out of mind, out of sight if you know you know yes, we can decode bliss let sabers rattle you just have to know this it's half the battle yes, you will be reaping all that which you sow those roots keep you steeping if you know you know time continues creeping its pace never slows days are worth repeating if you know you know yes, we can decode bliss let sabers rattle you just have to know this it's half the battle you can fear the reaper just don't let it show for your truth goes deeper if you know you know (4/9/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #if you know you know #knowing is half the battle

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no hope for the holder (no light for the pen)

so blot out the sun yes, take it from sight for all that I've done doesn't deserve light give it to shadows cast out through the night engaged in battles that are not their fight no hope for the holder no light for the pen just days getting colder in sync with the sin yes, blot out the sun and steal it from view for what I've become the dark is its due given to shadows before I was cast rooted in battles from another's past no hope for the holder no light for the pen just days getting colder in sync with the sin so blot out the sun yes, take it from sight with all I have done I shan't have the light give it to shadows more suited than I who won their battles on strength of their cry no hope for the holder no light for the pen just days getting colder in sync with the sin yes, blot out the sun and steal it from view have seen what's to come know what I have due given to shadows no means of escape broken by battles that I came to late no hope for the holder no light for the pen just days getting colder in sync with the sin so blot out the sun yes, take it from sight for all that I've done doesn't deserve light (4/8/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #eclipse #light #darkness #hope #the sun

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what has been suffered

“you must suffer for your art” now they say that isn't true but I had long done my part now my heart is black and blue can I go back to the start get its beat to be renewed trace a brand new kind of arc shape the arc into a mood? and will this shadow depart that which gives my voice its hue for I suffered for my art and my voice became imbued what path is there from this dark have there tread a storied few if there is I will embark before my journey concludes perhaps it's too deep a mark to ever now be removed 'tis now the shade of my heart how it shall always be viewed “you must suffer for your art” now they say that isn't true but I had long done my part now my heart is black and blue (4/6/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #depression #art #suffer #suffering #suffer for your art

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the soul room revisited

this is the soul room a place for the damned those in this dark tomb are lost like I am I entered the tomb when innocence fell was all but consumed was easy to tell was destined from one each day led me here despite battles won was perfectly clear I was but the lost gone without a trace my soul was the cost this room was my place this is the soul room a place for the damned those in this dark tomb are lost like I am returned to the tomb hoped to uncover the roots of my doom means to recover from the beginning the prophets spoke true this is the ending delivered unto the lost and wicked all those without grace as was predicted this room was our place this is the soul room a place for the damned those in this dark tomb are lost like I am I entered the tomb when innocence fell was all but consumed and left here to tell (4/4/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #soul room #damned #lost souls

[theperplexedpoet]

of the flame

first time's a gimme second may do harm third time is iffy what makes it a charm not all get a third fewer get it right chances are reserved for those with the fight give it all you've got never let it quell you are of the flame go and give 'em hell first time is practice second is for pace third gives an axis that's what gives it grace not all get to three fewer get it right must prove you're worthy show you've got the fight give it all you've got never let it quell you are of the flame go and give 'em hell first time's a gimme second may do harm third time is iffy what makes it a charm (4/3/24)

#poetry #melancholy & musings #flame #third times the charm #give em hell

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ordinary days (sound the trumpets)

was on an ordinary day that we saw a simple man move in extraordinary ways to secure his simple plan but a complexity of plays that he'd never understand made a complexity of ways that would slap his tiny hands sound the trumpets once for freedom twice so he can take the fifth 'cause you know he's gonna need 'em if there is any justice so let us make a pledge this day while the simple speak so loud never again is this our way fascism won't be allowed not here in the U.S. of A. lets make our grandfather's proud and all who fought on the world stage first time it fell 'neath this shroud sound the trumpets once for freedom twice so he can take the fifth 'cause you know he's gonna need 'em he must answer for the sixth will be an ordinary day when we see this simple man who will finally have to pay for all of his simple plans to throw millions of votes away to keep power in his hands to be dictator for a day no thanks, that's not how we're ran sound the trumpets once for freedom twice so he can take the fifth 'cause you know he's gonna need 'em if there is any justice (4/2/24)

#poetry #sociopolitical #melancholy & musings #trump #democracy #fascism #justice #january 6th

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I danced the danse macabre

I came to know myself through the pain that burned inside by way of how it felt so I let it be my guide it led me through the storms it led me through the valleys was there to keep me warm when no one else would have me I knew all of the steps knew for sure that I could cob the pen it resurrects so I danced the danse macabre I came to know myself through the pain life inflicted by way the cuts were dealt when they were unrestricted at times my saving grace at times my utter horror was to denote my place when I was out of order I knew all of the steps each the players in the mob the pen it resurrects so I danced the danse macabre I came to know myself through the pain that persisted by way of how I dwelt on paths that I insisted it led me to the streams it led me to the valleys it taught me how to dream when nothing else would have me I knew all of the steps knew for sure that I could cob the pen it resurrects so I danced the danse macabre (4/1/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #depression #danse macabre

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the devil (cancel my subscription)

devil's in the details the shadow's on the wall wasn't meant to prevail no, I came here to fall so as it is written now it shall come to pass tongues they will be bitten and all are made of glass cancel my subscription I'm far too numb to deal painful predilections that somehow I still feel exiled interdiction that decree was the seal cancel my subscription I'm far too numb to deal the devil that you know the shadow that you cast my pace was far too slow could not outrun the past so as it is written so too shall it be heard none will be forgiven not underneath the word cancel my subscription I'm far too numb to deal painful predilections that somehow I still feel exiled interdiction that decree was the seal cancel my subscription I'm far too numb to deal I speak of the devil the shadow was my cue brought me here to revel a level up was due so as it is written now shall the spirit guide nothing here is hidden for there's nothing to hide cancel my subscription I'm far too numb to deal painful predilections that somehow I still feel exiled interdiction that decree was the seal cancel my subscription I'm far too numb to deal devil's in the details the shadow's on the wall wasn't meant to prevail no, I came here to fall (3/31/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #depression #devil #details #known #speaking of #shadow #fall #cancel my subscription

[theperplexedpoet]

light and dark (songs of sorrow)

seed and spark the artist's way hard of heart that will betray light and dark the shadow play tragic arc one of decay words bespoke no tomorrow hit the notes songs of sorrow bleed and bark at bite laid bare work of art yet unaware light and dark it's in the air tragic start one of despair words bespoke no tomorrow hit the notes songs of sorrow seed and spark the artist's way words impart they won't belay light and dark one cannot stay tragic arc one of decay words bespoke no tomorrow hit the notes songs of sorrow bleed and bark at bite unblessed miss the mark at every test light and dark both unimpressed tragic start one of distress words bespoke no tomorrow hit the notes songs of sorrow seed and spark the artist's need light and dark the bark and bleed (3/30/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #light #dark #shadow

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I took my life today (watched it in real time)

I took my life today in thought if not in deed perhaps it's my mind's way of just planting the seed wanting to have a say in how my end proceeds for somewhere in this fray I will be made to bleed the world was going mad we watched it in real time with no hope to be had we waded through its grime I took my life today in thought if not for good perhaps was my mind's way of showing me I could oh how the wounds betray before they're understood and move without delay taking more than they should the world was going mad we watched it in real time with no hope to be had we shan't reach the sublime I took my life today in thought if not in act perhaps it's my mind's way of stressing its impact each new, darker foray keeps its intent intact corrupts the field of play and terms of this contract the world was going mad we watched it in real time with no hope to be had we gave it to the rhyme I took my life today in thought if not in deed perhaps was my mind's way to dictate how I'll bleed (3/28/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #sociopolitical #melancholy & musings #depression #mad world #terms and conditions

[theperplexedpoet]

set the flame

build the pyre link the blame play with fire set the flame let it run watch it crash once undone burn to ash fated tongue set to lash words on stun burn to ash build the pyre link the blame play with fire set the flame let it go have its turn take the blow let it burn less to know more to learn all for show let it burn build the pyre link the blame play with fire set the flame let it surge take the fall feed the urge ash and all streams converge heed the call bid the purge ash and all build the pyre link the blame play with fire set the flame let it run watch it crash once undone burn to ash (3/26/24)

#poetry #introspective articulations #melancholy & musings #fire #flame #let it burn #burn to ash