Jacob's Agony
How I wish I were heartless,
getting through all this endless torture,
enjoying all the torment, relishing all the agony,
this kind of painstaking misery
savoring all the misfortune
turning it into a self-recovering remedy,
my own kind of salvation
and facing this callous world
being the only transcendent source
the Alpha
the one
But could I stand at all?
Being so self-righteous in my own mind-setting camouflage
deceiving myself with my own absurd sanctity of seeing the world
intertwining it with my very own biased prejudice
spawning virtual pandemonium to justify my supremacy
I am the double-edged sword,
the so-called Alpha
But I’m not – the one
(Adapted from my poems published in www.poemhunter.com)
Monday, December 14, 2009
A "collateral damage" due to this peculiar Twilight Saga obsessiveness
Once Upon A Dream: My Striking Beauty
Empathizing Bella’s wrecked-spirit in the lowest time of the life, during the coldest month of the year
Analyzing the taunting jolts
within the very soul beneath my skin
drizzling in my vein, echoing
from a secret place
retorting to the deed so vain
The chest is where I keep the jolts,
my precious possession,
my elixir of life- discovered
as the fruit for merely being human
emerging, my striking beauty
Reflected beneath its surface is the image of Artemis
depicting his luminous silhouette, a diabolique
molded in complexity: of Aphrodite's most valued charm,
of passion and comfort, of fear and discouragement,
forming fiery moonlight beam in an eclipse
Now as I see it,
my treasured Artemis, the essence of the meticulous jolts
were you my curse?
For having you imprisoned in my fortress of solitude,
radiant is your charm,
and I'm overwhelmed
now resisting, not pouring myself
into your no longer welcoming persona
Now, scrutinizing every bit of the delight
savoring the last glimpse of that very complexity
I leave the caress - no trail to return to
and erasing the path of the labyrinth
to the heart of the maze, no turning back
Once upon my dream,
my striking beauty
a beauty, no more
(Adapted from Once Upon My Dream - published in www.Poemhunter.com; also by Saskia Harjono)
Empathizing Bella’s wrecked-spirit in the lowest time of the life, during the coldest month of the year
Analyzing the taunting jolts
within the very soul beneath my skin
drizzling in my vein, echoing
from a secret place
retorting to the deed so vain
The chest is where I keep the jolts,
my precious possession,
my elixir of life- discovered
as the fruit for merely being human
emerging, my striking beauty
Reflected beneath its surface is the image of Artemis
depicting his luminous silhouette, a diabolique
molded in complexity: of Aphrodite's most valued charm,
of passion and comfort, of fear and discouragement,
forming fiery moonlight beam in an eclipse
Now as I see it,
my treasured Artemis, the essence of the meticulous jolts
were you my curse?
For having you imprisoned in my fortress of solitude,
radiant is your charm,
and I'm overwhelmed
now resisting, not pouring myself
into your no longer welcoming persona
Now, scrutinizing every bit of the delight
savoring the last glimpse of that very complexity
I leave the caress - no trail to return to
and erasing the path of the labyrinth
to the heart of the maze, no turning back
Once upon my dream,
my striking beauty
a beauty, no more
(Adapted from Once Upon My Dream - published in www.Poemhunter.com; also by Saskia Harjono)
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