Desperation Poems

(Microscopic)

A speck that would have been beneath my sight
On any but a paper sheet so white
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As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
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it
takes
a lot of
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In a wayward adventure in curiosity —
lured away from savvy of cooler judgment,  
he oversteps the bounds of reality 
into a state of altered awareness.
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Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling
Bodies to unite in one blest whole--
Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic
By which soul rejoins its kindred soul!
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- New Orleans, November 1910

Four weeks have passed since I left, and still
I must write to you of no work. I've worn down
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
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A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Enough to make one's blood run cold;
Concerning four fishermen cast adrift in a dory.
As I've been told I'll relate the story.
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Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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At the behest of witch doctors headhunters are on the prowl.
They're watching, waiting, stalking and avoiding detection,
in the hope of an ambush with a brutal ferocity.
Their bowie knives and gruesome machetes as sharp as
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Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
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collapsed in tears of pain
so lost in heavy confusion
how did things get so messed up
Please help me now is all i can say
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I

Winter is long in this climate
and spring--a matter of a few days
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I loved thee; and perchance until this moment
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire!
Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
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THE FIRST BOOK

I, WHO erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
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When the desperation hit
When the people cried in the streets
When everything felt at loss
Hope stayed, even though fleaing would be easier
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Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ché la diritta via era smarrita .
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I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
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I have never been to Africa
I have only seen programs on TV

Verdant jungles teeming with wildlife
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Desperation be desperation
Yet
How colorful vocabulary
How colored the images!
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Covered in sand
And slime
Just out of the waters
Teeth clenched
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Covered in sand
And slime
Just out of the waters
Teeth clenched
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Beauty's how it vies in Desperation's Eyes
And then of Beauty have I in my eyes
So much!
For in my eyes be Desperation enthroned
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Oh!
The desperation
Of death, and
The desperation
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Any which way the wind blows outside my window, I lied right through my brain, death we smile at, why can't I cry for thee, is this the end? can life be conquered, I don't want to let you go, you wouldn't know my wonders, as I figured out life next, I lost my way tangled in the heap created from desperation and bitter loneliness, maybe I should head back to the days of old, loneliness struck well...but it protected better, nothing can be thought of to explain this...I've always walked it alone, a feeling I may always, so many lived this life and few survive, few are stronger, all I can do is apologize for me, maybe everchanging, I answer for them now, road to hell, I can't pave enough good, I'm gone there is no when, a new way has shown with wait as solitude, giving up is for the weak, may be or not, but in a way true is truer, I didn't give neither should you.
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Desperation.
On attack.
To save a fakin'.
On attack.
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A birth amid colourful celebration
A festival of glamorous expectations
An end of a prolonged anticipation
A birth in everybody's gratification
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A man had sat down in desperation
I did not know the man
But I knew the desperation
So I went to him
And extended my hand
Holding my hand, he rose
He did not know me
But he knew the extending of my hand
We walked together
We did not know each other
But we knew walking together.
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Many have vanished
Inside the hole of desperation
Never to be seen again
Many have been swallowed whole
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