Journey…Nowhere

Sinclair

Description

It is a fictionalized psychological and philosophical odyssey of angst, in life’s cold objective truth, culminating in the absurd finitude of existential apathy.
This collection is the poet’s extrapolation of the trials and tribulation in his journey through life in two volumes; in the first, several styles of rhyme and free verse, the second comprising Haiku.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 08 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665735322
• Langue: English

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Journey… Nowhere
(In Two Volumes)
 
 
 
Sinclair
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2023 Sinclair.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3531-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3532-2 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022923176
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 03/08/2023
Contents
Volume One Journey...Nowhere
Part One Journey Begins...
Darling Mother
In Homage To “Gramoo”
Baba Mal
Epitaph, In Envy, By A Damned Don Juan
O’, Beautiful Rose of Elysium
Twinkling Star
The Raging Tides
Time Moves So Rapidly Still
No Man Is An Island
Pause
Legend of “The Kid”
Trailer Trash
Tia And A.M.Wintry Neighbors In My Apartment Complex Or, Cock’A Doodle Do-Do
Part Two Respite
Belov’ed
Each day I Arise
My Reason
Your Loving Eyes
our blissful slumber....
Sunset
Gina
Part Three Trek Continues On Beaten Path
My Childhood Friend’s Sister
Barren Soil
day’s dawned (in harlem)
Revenge, Better Than Best
Victim Of War
Whose Shame?!
And, It’s Okay…
Dead Hero
Each Dawn I Die....
Epitaph For A Veteran’s Pride
Moral Economy Of The Times
My Neighbor’s Wife
Area Code 646
Inside The Cage
What Lets Slip The Dogs Of War?! Or, Inevitable Consequences For The Injustices Of The Justice System
Dining Hall
Prison Orphan
unclean
Tormenting Memories
Part Four Circuitous Destination Reached
Today I Saw A Rose
Afraid To Say Goodbye
Endless Echo
Forsaken
Maze
Remembrance Of Nature
Somnolent Euphoria/Agonizing Consciousness
Soiled Tissue
Ubiquitous Beauty Remains
...i build
Cruel Merchant Of My Pain
Disaffected
running...
Robot
Journey...
Volume Two Haiku
1-
3-
5-
7-
9-
11-
13-
15-
17-
19-
21-
23-
25-
27-
29-
 
 
 
 
Dedicated to Boyd and H elen,
Whose unwavering support and love,
Throughout the years of tremendous adver sity,
Have always been there fo r me....
 
...And to the staff at the Jefferson Barracks DOM whose tireless efforts and compassionate tolerance have made this work possible. They have my utmost grati tude.
Volume One Journey... Nowhere
Part One Journey Begins...
            Darling Mothe r
          (...in memorial to Ma)
When devastation bites
With all its might,
When bad, and then worse
Is my plight;
 
When wrong, I am thought,
When losing battles, I’ve fought,
When sanctuary
I have sought;
 
When dreams pass me by,
When tears, that I cry,
When the well of my hopes
Has run dry;
 
When I sink in despair,
When I’m alien to care,
When I scream,
Consumed by my fear;
 
When life makes me smother,
When there is nothing other,
Ever true, love from you,
Darling Mother.
                          In Homage To “Gramoo”
                            (...for my loving Grandmother)
In homage, and with deepest affection,
I, We, celebrate “Gramoo’s” life:
By circumstance, she chose freely, without hesitation-
To sacrifice her person’s self,
And assume the burden of us all,
As a loving, caring, and nurturing parent
Of extraordinary generosity,
And, the most trustworthy friend
In whom to confide.
Though gone, she remains
The cornerstone of our family.
 
In, homage, and with deepest affection,
I, We, celebrate “Gramoo’s” love:
A love beyond reason,
In its dogmatic fortitude, and prophetic belief,
That we were worth any sacrifice,
Even when we acted unworthy.
 
In homage, and with deepest affection,
I, We, celebrate “Gramoo,” in awe and wonder:
The incalculable hurts
Inflicted, in turn, by us all,
From her heart wrenching loss of Grampaw,
That sent her past reaches, unknown to us, of uncharted loneliness,
That we were too self absorbed to comprehend, or care,
To would-be lovers, never-to-be,
Because of our jealousies;
And her loss, due to our recklessness and illegitimacies,
Of two separate houses, she slaved for
(The second, burning to the ground by our carelessness)-
To provide us all with familial sanctuary.
Sometimes we would hear her silently weeping,
And other times, quietly praying,
But never, did we ever, hear her complain!
With song inspired resiliency-until the day she died,
She refused to give up, nor in-
But miraculously rebuilt with alacrity,
All the while maintaining some semblance
Of home’s refuge for us all!
Sadly, too late did I, We, come to appreciate
The tremendous sacrifices “Gramoo” made for us all.
 
In homage, and with deepest affection,
I, We, celebrate “Gramoo” with every success in our lives,
Because her boundless faith, and selflessness,
Has transformed us all, from our selfish selves-
Into positive role models for our next generation.
 
In homage, and with deepest appreciation,
I, We, celebrate “Gramoo”, with utmost gratitude,
In every prayer that we pray,
In every fiber of our beings,
To have been blessed with her love,
A love without measure,
And only equal to God’s!
Thank you “Gramoo”,
I, We, love you!....
Baba Mal
(...for my friend and teacher, Dr. Ashok Kumar Malhotra)
In halls of marble where minds are borne,
In the sanctum of youth’s last hurrah,
Amid the womb where knowledge is torn,
Came the wisest of men from afar;
He spoke in words, by Orient, obscure,
Though his meaning was clear as glass,
His manner, reserved, calm, demure-
But no mistake who was master in class!
 
A sage, belied by years, was he,
He held secrets of infinite’s more,
He explored the Ultimate Reality-
As he left the select in awe!
 
“Don’t ever believe, man’s truth, is true,
“But on mind’s wind, cast your seeking sail,
“Let man’s perspective of truth be your clue
“To pursue the Existentially Real;
 
“Transcend the Selfish Empirical,
“Where the Insanely Objective abound,
“To the bliss of enlightenment’s miracle,
“Where the Selfless Subjective is found;
 
“Intrinsically be the all you are,
“Phenomenologically, view all that you see,
“If earnest, then only, shall the esoteric disbar,
“And there will All’s Essences be!”
 
Though now I’ve left those marble halls,