Broken Darkness

Dominic Damian

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A person with a broken heart holds a most beautiful promise in a powerful way to love and heal another. There is always a parting, just as there is a dying. There is an introspective overwhelming quite on each parting. The body of thoughts in grief are tendered through lamentations. A lingering sword of sorrow is in each life. There are no questions or rational to seek. Some things are not there to be understood. They are to be accepted as that which is beyond conventional wisdom and knowledge. It is perhaps the most courageous and compassionate person who goes into the heart of brokenness. Persons who have been lashed countless times hold the potential to be wounded healers. She/he will look through the window of life to glimpse into the soul of another who has been pierced by the lance of life. ‘A person with a broken heart holds a most beautiful promise in a powerful way to love and heal another’ These poems were composed as eloquent testimony of the deep mesmerizing love witnessed in parting or dying that cannot be imitated or replicated. Through such travesties and tragedies, what shines is illuminating love.
Every poem is the different aspects and experiences of death. Those who face death. The survivors of the tragic death of loved ones. The author advocates that we must each be healers that comfort. The authors credentials are not in his academics but as a privileged parent.

Sujets

• Poetry
• Sorrow

Informations

• Publié par: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Date de parution: 18 juillet 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781543769180
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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Broken Darkness
 
 
 
DOMINIC DAMIAN
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 by DOMINIC DAMIAN.
 
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CONTENTS
BRIGHTEST DARKNESS
BROKEN WAVE
FULCRUM OF LOVE
WILL YOU COME
WILL MY
DOES THE WIND
FEEL
LOVE AND BE LOVED
PASSAGES
BED OF DEATH
DYING BE CALLED DEATH
AGE
VALLEY OF DEATH?
SHORES
REAL
DEEPEST COURAGE (010921)
BEAUTIFUL
DEATH IS BUT DEATHLESS
LASHING WHIP
ALWAYS GOES ON
LIGHT JOURNAL
DO NOT
HARBOR OF HEAVEN
ONE WILL
SILENT TRIBUTE
PECULIAR YET PERFECT
IN DEFIANCE
FADING LIVES
GARDEN OF DREAMS
NO REPOSE
OUR PARTING
DESPITE
GRIEF OF LIFE
MY DYING
BIRTH OF SUCH A DAY
DESPISE NOT
QUITE THE SAME
A LAMP
I AM SORRY
PREFACE
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
THANK YOU

BRIGHTEST DARKNESS
Tribute to Reverend Father Dr. John Ganapirgasam
When someone dies
It is devoid of gut-wrenching
Constitution of rational or logic
Which is totally void and absent
 
The only possible outcome
In advance is qualified and known
That it would be foretold in
The wreckage and destruction
The desolation and defilement
Is well known and established
Yet one is neither prepared
From the remoteness to remove
The pulverizing paralyzing s hock.
In the brightest darkness
 
The impact is not legislated
The invasion and intrusion
Is beyond the legitimate
It is not confined to the specifics
Of defined borders or bounda ries.
In the brightest darkness
 
It’s our life! Sung before be for the night knew life!
Song title: ‘Our Life’ by Jan1513

The prison of formalities and
Cages of composure are violated
The commission of decency
The catchment of sensitivity
Are subject to savage brutalities
And breached by the relentless waves
Of reminiscence, memories, and feel ings.
There is no restitution or compensation
Adequate or appropriate
To assuage the passage of grief
In the brightest darkness
 
An inevitability and an expectation
More than an anticipation
Nevertheless, does not
Reduce the gravity of the loss
One is awarded and rewarded
Unasked and unrequested
Spine chilling ache and numbness
As one taste forced bitterness
In the brightest darkness
 
Despite the harmony of accept ance,
The aftermath is a minefield
Of volatile painful emotions
Which are bottled and se aled.
From the raw exposure to reali ties.
The vulnerabilities of wounds
The nakedness of human frail ties.
Sings sorrows songs of
The delicate existence and
Co nvergence of confluences

From the dust caked deserts of desolations
Water raged through age and space
Leaves trembled in dreaded despair
Song title: ‘Our Life’ by Jan1513
In the flower of thoughts
That seems helpless against
The stone cold-marble of
The ice that warms not death in
The brightest darkness
 
In vain we are using the cup
From one’s heart to pour out
A raging ocean of death
Which has submerged the soul
With callous cruelty
Death the predator who
Is consigned and regarded
As useless and reckless
And of little or no value
Is never as objectionable
As the hammer blows of pain,
Or suffering ask which is greater
The trauma of d eath,
Or the travesties and tragedies of pain?
Death as a consequence
Is and will always be a
Deeper and better path.
In the depths of despair
And dungeons of doubts
It is the reverential sacredness
Of Broken holiness that resides
In the brightest darkness

Her garden holds the answer for a dying rose from winter, as fallen
flowers warm her life in days of soli tude.
Song title: ‘Fallen Flowers’ by Jan1513
BROKEN WAVE
Composed on the passing of Rev. Fr. Philips Muthu
To go home and feel the emptiness
And know the familiar companionship of loneli ness,
The waves of grief, chaos, spite, and utter de feat,
Are that which greets the vanquished
On the battlefields of deaths vic tory.
 
With the spittle of cont empt,
The silent unspoken anger asks:
What treachery? What travesty? What tre ason?
The diabolical consequences of barbaric plu nder,
To plant untold minefields of mayhem
That breach the ramparts of
life’s fortress is unendur able.
 
Friends and family in
Disbelief, dishevelled and disabled
Are rootless and lost
Speechless and sightless
Anguish in the exchange of inaudible words
Is reverence voice capturing
The magnitude and scale of loss
Eyes unable to comprehend lifeless ness,
Seek miraculous signs of
The faintest breath or slightest mo ment.
Heads hang in des pair.

In the killing fields there’s wild laughter
Sorrows tears dry on lonely tombs
Song title: ‘Our Life’ by Jan1513
 
With breath designed and trained for
The perseverance, preservation, and protection
Of the flock in life’s pas ture,
All beauty is broken, fragmented, fractured
And consigned to yet another painful and merciless defeat
The powerful Goliath of death
Has incontestably ravaged and rendered
The temple of the Holy Spirit lifeless
At its pleasure and will.
 
The searing, searching questions
Burn the heart like a fire that will not con sume.
Is death a cruel privilege set to violate
The garden of life or secure life for me mory?
 
Retrospectively a silent screams rage,
This was not about the glory of winning a fight
But the humility of retaining a life
That only knew gi ving!
Yet all too easily-all is lost.
 
The relentless and remorseless aggravation
Of teasing, taunting, and tormenting
On the battle lost offers no restitution
but lamentations without end.
The carnage of brokenness evokes
A search into the deep well and void
Of restless nothing ness.

It’s an ache that never ends,
When you’re alone and unwanted
Song title: ‘The war is won’ by Jan1513
 
An overwhelming sense of unexplainable
And immeasurable loss ex ists,
A black hole with no end
A swirling vortex of emptiness
Relinquished in exhaustion to trust certainty
That some good in excess of the tragedy
Or the best of life aw aits.
 
As far as the soul can feel
No structure of thought is left
Ruin and waste have laid desolate
The forest of dreams
Devoid of life, there is no feeling
But numbness and crippling paral ysis.
The utterance of meaningless words
Of comfort are rendered impotent
By the lighted candle of pr ayer.
 
To be pierced by arrows of deepest anguish
In the chamber of the heart is
An abomination of utter desolations
Visits upon the sp irit,
Broken repeatedly with incessant questions
Unanswered over and over and over
Without respite echoing the many whys:
 
Where are the ones who may fight thru loss?
Their treasure is the seas and skies
Song title: ‘Hero’ by Jan1513

 
‘Too young, too soon’
‘a life that had so much to give’
‘a life with real pur pose’
‘a meanin gful’
‘a love that cast or knew no border or bounda ries’
‘A breath that lived for a cause of ot hers’
‘What does this parting s peak’
‘Who would desire that the prayer of this life is incomp lete’
‘Is this death for realisations ren ewal’
‘Are tears a chain designed to bind us to an immortal p ower’
‘What is the message so great or worthy in excess of this pas sing’
 
Is it debauchery when we lose the one
Who screams at God in defence o f us?
 
Is it defamation when we lose the one
Whose greatest offence was tender compassion
 
Is it desecration when we lose the one who pours for the worst offender
the waters of forgiveness
 
Is it not defilement when we lose the:
one who acts beyond faith or creed with love

How does one tell? The heart to stop the day
Or soul that seeks its birth
Song title: ‘Go Home’ by Jan1513
 
Is it not depreciation when we lose:
one who looks beyond judgments or laws and with decorum dignifies and sanctifies humanity with rever ence.
 
Is it not disconsolate when we lose the one
who speaks without insults, forgetti