Jeremy Mifsud's Blog, page 11
June 21, 2018
Borders
Our lips brush softly,
I blush, you smile.
Your heavy panting
draws me closer,
hands squeezing my thighs
as my tongue swims in your ear;
it tastes like honey.
As we are about to get naked,
my senses turn into static;
fading the borders between
reality and nothingness.
I miss:
your lips’ gentle kiss;
your hands running through my hair;
your body pressed against mine.
My mind will try to recreate
the scene into a dream,
only to sabotage itself:
the ocean will swallow us whole.
Poetry by Jeremy Mifsud
Photo by Tim Marshall on Unsplash
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June 19, 2018
Humble is not a Word
Humble is not a Word
Humble does not belong in my dictionary.
I was raised with a mission to conquer,
to become the best of the best.
It backfired; I see myself as the worst,
a fraud, unwanted, worthless;
there is no humbleness
in feeling crap.
Masks of pride hide the insecurities:
it is better to be disliked for what you appear
than to be disliked for who you really are.
The false image is like a magnet;
it attracts praise and compliments,
the fuels that keep me going.
Without this system in place,
I would have given up years ago.
~
For more poetry, check out Jeremy’s Published Works.
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June 16, 2018
Embrace
I embrace his skin:
it is no longer sin,
for lust is a love,
and no love is evil.
His lips are an accessory
I choose to wear;
their redness complements
my ghostly pale skin.
Together in our nakedness,
shameless, guiltless;
our bodies are temples
deserving of worship.
When the bodies unite,
our minds transcend;
unlimited to physics,
this lust is euphoric.
~
For more poetry, check out Jeremy Mifsud’s Published Works.
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June 14, 2018
Ghost
Ghost
Ghost (noun):
a being who has passed away
manifesting themselves to the living
for reasons they will never know.
Ghost (verb):
to write as an anonymous author,
letting others take credit for your words,
including subtle critiques of politics
without putting yourself in danger.
Ghost (verb):
to suddenly disappear from a relationship
without an explanation or reason,
then avoiding human confrontation,
pretending to have mysteriously died.
Ghost (noun, you):
Flashbacks of the two of us,
an image haunting me every day;
your voice echoing in my head,
making me hate myself
for all the mistakes I ever made
(the biggest one was trusting you).
Ghost (verb, you):
to have the pain linger around,
waking me abruptly from a nightmare,
cutting over the unhealed wounds,
dictating how strangely I act around people
because I am afraid of getting hurt again.
Ghost (verb, you):
to disappear or vanish the way you did,
running away with stolen money,
blocking any channel of communication,
erasing the love we had once shared.
Ghost (wishful noun):
I try to think of us, to think of you,
instead, I picture a fragmented soul,
a manifestation of your worst.
It is that ghost who torments me,
riles me up with anger and hatred,
makes me wish you are just a ghost
who is now harmless and dead.
~
For more poetry, check out Jeremy’s Published Works.
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June 10, 2018
Firefly
Firefly
Lost myself within a cave.
Broken flashlight, absent of light –
unable to find an escape route.
Without sight, I became blind,
surviving (I was not living)
through the sense of touch:
feeling the walls, the bag,
the probably mouldy food.
Accustomed to this type of existence,
my fate had been sealed, I accepted,
no bargains and no complaints;
that is when she flew in,
a firefly that had lost its way.
Seduced by her illumination,
I lured, trapped her in a jar:
my own bioluminescent lantern.
Tried looking for a way out;
endless days, constantly walking,
blistered feet, no exits.
Even with a newfound sight,
I could not be saved.
Fireflies have short lifespans,
didn’t know that before.
Mourning the loss of her life,
blinded in this bleak reality,
the old pattern of existing resurfaced.
Succumbed to a doomed destiny,
a lifetime of darkness,
isolated in unknown depths of a cave.
She was the light of my life,
the last flicker of hope.
Nothing can save me now.
~
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June 2, 2018
The Untouchables
Writers have long created fictional worlds
where protagonists could manipulate
the natural elements to their favour.
Even though sceptics might disagree,
the reality is that there are people
in our non-fictitious world
who have mastered
these four basic elements:
Air, Earth, Water and Fire.
***
The Air Manipulators:
They create tailwind to gain advantage.
Over the rest of us, they fly in safe bubbles,
skipping through traffic, dodging bureaucracy.
Adapting to their will: the laws (of gravity).
The Earth Shifters:
Specialised in moving terrain,
typically they erect mountains on land
to feed their greed.
In soil, they shape graves
to bury those who dare oppose or protest.
Under their empire, equality will remain a myth.
The Water Assassins:
With skin that reacts uniquely to water,
they become invisible when wet.
Sneakily, they hunt, steal and kill
without ever being caught,
undetected by the judicial system.
Rain is summoned to wash them from guilt.
The Fire Starters:
At their fingertips: flames, guns, bombs,
threatening to turn enemies into ashes.
Dangerously, Fire Starters are leading
the witch hunt against innocent victims,
claiming to be society’s vigilantes.
***
Those that manipulate one element
are masters of all four.
Within the human race,
they form a (not-so) hidden class:
The Untouchables.
~
My latest poetry book is available through Amazon (paperback) or Kindle (e-book).
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May 27, 2018
A Fate Unchanged
Frustrated:
a tantrum throwing toddler,
in a fit of half-rage
mixed with a cry of despair;
asking for a change.
Lost:
sight of sun and stars
obstructed by clouds;
stranded with no directions.
Hopeless:
without a will to move,
to eat, or to even breathe;
resigning to a life of misfortune –
change no longer seems possible.
~
My latest poetry book is available through Amazon (paperback) or Kindle (e-book).
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May 25, 2018
Book Review: The Power of Now
Rating: 1/5 Stars
Brace yourselves for a somewhat harsh (but deserving) critique. I will not be providing links or images of the book.
The Power of Now
Recently, someone has suggested me to read The Power of Now by Tolle, which is supposed to be an enlightening guide. Unfortunately, the book was not for me. The introduction seemed promising — it seemed that the author knows what he is talking about. However, whilst reading, I got to realise that what we read through is a new-age ideology in which the author plays with words and terms, repeatedly, to pretend to know what he is talking about.
The premise of this ideology lies in the concept of mindfulness. In fact, to those who claim that the book is a great guide is simply because through the crap of writing, they were able to access a mindfulness state. As someone who is already knowledgeable about mindfulness, it was a simple reminder to engage in mindfulness — no added value. Throughout the book, the author simply takes the notion of mindfulness — living in the now and being present — and surrounds it with spiritual jargon to make one feel enlightened in a spiritual sense. Taking a couple of parables from the Bible to substantiate his argument does not do justice to mindfulness.
Faulty Philosophy
Philosophically speaking, the book is also flawed as the author takes for granted a platonic view, where everything emanates from a singular Being, whether that is God or Nature or the united spirit of the people, or whatever it is that you might think represents the One. Furthermore, the terms used seemed to be interchangeable and non-descriptive, which the author defends by saying that the words are not important in themselves. I could tell that the author has studied philosophy of language, and mentioned the use of signifiers and signs in language. However, how does one use words to refer to something that they cannot describe? That leaves the interpretation to the reader, which is what the author hopes. Let the reader challenge themselves, and they will think that the book guided them. Wrong.
Anti-Socratic Writing
The writing style is another thing that bothered me. The book is presented in a list of question and answers; the answers being the author’s words. Most of the questions are repetitions to something that the author has already said, which means, he does not have enough words or pages to fill the book, and so wants to emphasis the point that he already made four times. This time, he will use a different term and tell you that the term itself does not matter, and it means exactly the same thing. Oh, and whilst doing that, he will be a bit condescending and telling you that you have not been following his instructions. If you have not reached enlightenment, it is solely because you are not letting go and listening to what he is saying. His defence to why you might not be in the state he is promising is simply your fault — his method is perfect (according to him). Furthermore, I could not relate to most of the questions, as in, they were not leading me anywhere, and neither were the answers.
Traditional Hogwash
The biggest pitfall of this book is that it is targeted to a specific audience, rather than to humanity as a whole. I would suppose that familiarity with religion is a must for one to actually like this book. There are notions and questions that are imbued in religiousness or outdated thoughts. I find it troublesome that the chapter about relationships is hetero-normative. Okay, so one of the questions is about someone who seeks happiness within love. That is the old fairy tale that society feeds most of us. The explanation of the author is that we are not whole physically. I rephrase part of his text into this: ‘We are either man or woman, and that means we are only a part of a whole. Therefore, as humans, we seek that other half to feel complete.’ To this point, I will still giving this book the benefit of the doubt, but this is where I cross the line. It feels that these statements are antithetical to the whole premise of the book. This is religion at its best, minimising the person to half, to being incomplete, and therefore we must seek God, this book, or something to feel complete. I am sure that we are able to live fulfilling lives as humans without a connection to a metaphysical concept, nor to a spouse. This statement also reinforces the stereotype that men and women are inherently different, so much that a woman will be incomplete without a man, and vice-versa. It erases any form of relationships that are outside the heterosexual, monogamous couple — which is ironic, since the book states over and over again that we must find happiness with being in the present and within ourselves, not elsewhere. To take such a stand on love and relationships was erratic. At that chapter, I decided to close the book and stop reading.
No Regrets
The pros of the book? It sparked this reflection and critique. I feel more certain than ever that I am not in a need of a spiritual guide or any person, whether physical or metaphysical, to make me feel complete. Mindfulness may work some of the times, yet not always, and that is alright. We may not be able to live in the present completely, especially when surrounded with extreme stress and anxieties. If anything, I learnt that there needs to be a change in lifestyles, probably on a global level. Our minds are being worked out beyond their capabilities, and that is the root of many anxieties and other issues. The norms and rules of society restrict us further from being in touch with our humanity, and that is how we lose ourselves amidst the world in which we reside.
Have you read the book yourself? I would love to hear your thoughts on your initial perception of the book, or on this review. I am open to all discussions, and look forward to having.
May 22, 2018
Revival
Your words
are the sparks
that trigger
chemical explosions
within my blood.
At your command,
my brain chemistry;
craft it as you must.
I am under your spell –
who care if it is cliché?
You know it is true,
I will do anything
you ask me to,
because I live
to obey,
to please
only another’s needs.
His words stranded me
in cold-blooded murder.
Your words
have revived me.
Keep talking:
I love feeling alive.
~
Have you read my latest poetry collection, Welcome to the Sombre Days? You could support me by getting a copy through Amazon (paperback) or Kindle (e-book).
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May 14, 2018
a homeless heart
the tango of time
never ends,
his hands in mine.
quick on his feet
in which i trip,
falling endlessly
into a bottomless pit.
the sound of space
whistles in my ears
as if it were a windy day;
but alas, it is not,
for there is only void
in this heart of mine.
a heart that once beat
but now just echoes
the long-gone footsteps
that trampled all over.
i have lived
through several eras:
an everchanging world
has stayed just the same,
for this poor man
never felt alive
in all those foreign lands.
the sun is setting,
it is time to go home:
nowhere.
depression is the liberation from pain
for there are no expectations;
no hope to wither;
no love to kill.
~
Have you read my latest poetry collection, Welcome to the Sombre Days? You could support me by getting a copy through Amazon (paperback) or Kindle (e-book).
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