Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.
I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.
I needed it.
Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.
And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.
Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!
But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.
Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.
“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.
As she held me,
with puppy love warmth.
Even the rainbows fell to its knees.
She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.
But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.
It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!
As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.
My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.
“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.
Boys will fear her.
And I couldn’t be more proud.
After two moments of silence,
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.
“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.
10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”
I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.
And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”
But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.
For it was my inner child,
© Drake J. Eszes
I asked to my father
Baba, What is life ?
He politely said to me, " Life is Duty . "
I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life ?
She said to me with smile, " Life is Responsibility . "
I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life ?
He said to me with love, " Life is Education . "
I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life ?
He said to me with confidence, " Life is Devotion . "
Today my son who reads in class nine
Babai, What is life ?
I have said to him, " Dear, You are my life . "
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language . Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society )
If not passion then desire, that fills
this heart with fire. At last this heart
has found that hallowed ground at
your side, that place of dreams.
Where the deepness of my love is
borne on wings of angels, where
the words of love tumble, fall as
blossom at your feet. Sincerity
lingers like a fragrance, warm and
inviting, soft as that first kiss. That
first kiss built on the foundations
of forever, of beating hearts in
perfect time. There is passion, there
is desire, but it is the true essence
of love that kindles the emotions
within this heart. Swaying to and fro
like poppies in an open field, this
open field a vastness of the purest
love. Horizons to be reached, wishes
and dreams to be achieved. With
this in mind I forget time and dream
of you in eternity.
For nearly 45 years I never spoke of that day; the emotional pain was too great.
I simply hid it in the lining of my soul, knowing in my heart you didn’t stand
a chance with me as I stood in the rubble of my life and let you go, wrapped
in my heart with a wish and a prayer- all I had to give. And for 45 years,
I dreamed of you and me playing in fields of daisies under blue skies as
I cried inside, wondering where you where, and if there was a part of you
that somehow would remember me- would remember the bond we made
in that single moment we shared together, when the nurse held you up to the
nursery window for me to see as I stood on wobbly legs, with my trembling
hands holding unto a pole with a dripping IV?
I prayed. Lord! How I prayed that someday, by the grace of God,
you’d come back to me when the time was right.
So I lived my life. Got back up and crawled out of the rubble that was me,
and lived with half a heart that somehow still managed to beat.
With the passing of time, I bloomed; sometimes red, sometimes blue when I thought of all the years we could have shared as I sat and listened to family and friends
tell me of the joyful times they shared with their children, grandchildren
and great-grandchildren as, I smiled and cried inside and dreamed of you,
and all the years of your life I missed and, all the years I would never know.
It was then I realized I was a very lonely soul. So, I wrote and wrote and
wrote, never suspecting for a moment that nearly 45 years later,
you would find me through a poem I wrote for you.
I know I can never replace the mother and father who raised you, for the bonds
of time shared are much stronger than blood. Yet knowing what a wonderful
women you turned out to be, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate
and now with a daughter of your own, is enough for me, and someday
when the time is right for you, I hope and pray , we will meet again.
This is a true story. It was through this forum ( poetrysoup ) my birth daughter found me.
If I forget you, would you remember me?
If I still love you, would you still love me?
If I fall when old, would you lift me up?
If I sleep, would you sleep by me?
If I run away, would you follow me?
But If I stay, would you stay with me?
If I see you, would you recognize me?
I know you would Not.
That is why, I wish I would whisper
And not hear myself.
I wish I could cry
not feel my tears
nor feel my fears.
Tonight, my final Farewell.
24 August 2014
Love is like a fire
It often expires
A comfort that revives
Your tender soul alive.
A blind joy soaring
The loveless signs ignoring
It rises high with freedom's grace
To spring a blush upon your face.
Love is sweet like antique wine
It breaks the fetters of loveless mind.
Love is loving all the time
Love is a spirit unconfined.
Love is a constant kindness
A joyful untamed madness.
Love jealous not
Or is a selfish glut.
Love is a divine quality
Expressed in purity!
I had nowhere to turn, had nowhere to go,
this is just something ,I think you need to know!
I don't know what made me trust you,
I still remember the day, when I told what I had been through!
I thought, I should jump off, or go hide in a hole,
but then I followed whatever you told!
As each day grew longer, my trust became stronger!
Each time I wanted to cry, you stayed there right by my side!
Then I moved to the twelfth grade,
I was really afraid, that my trust would slowly fade,
But I was very wrong, the bond is still strong!
Even Though you don't have time, you atleast ask me if I am fine!
You are just seen for a while,with your contagious smile!
And then you walk away and you are out of sight,
I smile and then things are alright!
I am so glad,that only you were there when I was sad!
You are the one on whom I can always depend,
And this is what makes you...MY BEST FRIEND
Shimmering gold ribbons
Draped over the
Glassy surface of the bay of Fundy
On a black see through
I was new to love
Shy beneath your penetrating gaze
At a loss for words
Telling me my eyes spoke volumes
And the tears that welled up in them
Against my will
Eventually falling over the edge of innocence
As your whispers
And my sighs
Melted on the rippling crest
Of those waves
That came softly
To break upon the shore
As the pale moon looked down
In utter silence
Author: Elaine George
Written: June, 2014
I Love Him.
I will dream of him
lighting up my darkness,
covering me with his perfume
go crazy with love,
and make our life sufficient
gentle and persevering.
It is time to look outside
and feel fearless,
face what I fear the most,
and when the fog's lights will
move in through my window,
its time for me to move on,
to make choices that I can
I am the reason why my shadows
are awake, I must find a new way
not to look backwards.
I am only human, I need to recover
from going to one extreme
to the other.
I will look like a fierce
away, away I'll fly towards him,
hold him so tight,
together, we hear each other's groan,
watch our lustrous eyes
Allow our secret impulses,
urge our desire to land
in each other's trembling
I'll tell him, "Listen to me. This night
will be different."
With the sigh of our breathing
echoing melodies will be sweet,
but those unheard will be sweeter.
Love me, the very word will sound
like a bell tolling me back towards you,
you, my sole lover.
How I wish to feel the infinite love
while settling together in my garden,
watch his divine face as an illusion
beneath that joyous veil.
Forbid the roses to miss the spring
as their harmonious values,
lives in our souls.
Forbid our garden not to agonize
without the light of love,
prevent the branches on the
trees from suffocating,
without the light of love.
Prevent our clouds from separating
before taking with them,
our light of love.
We will take the stand
to forbid the darkness,
and proclaim the
light of love.
That's where the key is,
if the light of love opens
a door to our tranquility,
feeling safe, our love will
become our strength.
Still together for,
forty five years.
August 18 2014
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...
Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...
She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...
One day, I was twelve years old
I met her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.
I told her only the sentences,
'You are the mother of the world,
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'
My father hesitated. My mother was silent.
Mother Teresa said to me with smile,
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'
Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you.
I love you so much....
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".
Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
It’s a common saying that is decoded from the look of a man
But of a truth, genuine and true beauty is beyond what the eyes can see
Only the heart can feel it
It glows with such power, even the ‘blind’ will perceive
Regardless of our status, rich or poor
Aboriginality, the language or cultural background
We all can see and perceive this inner beauty with the same view
One advice for my fellow brothers,
Always by pass the look go straight inward
And from the inward, outward appearance can be well appreciated
And advice for everyone
As you take time to make up the physical beauty
Create more time to nurture the inner one
For when you are inwardly ugly
The outward projection is nothing but a fake
“Peace” whispered a child. It was an arbitrary gust that carried the word to a
young man who repeated it out loud in a very positive tone. “Peace” he said and
the message caught the ear of a sprite old man.
Loudly he spoke into a fast moving breeze “Peace’ he declared and the air
carried the communication miles dropping it into thousands of ears.
“Peace” roared the crowd and the word grew wings and flew into a hurricane
that echoed in the ears of the masses.
Millions uttered “Peace” and in an irony of nature the moving wings of a tiny
hummingbird sent the expression on a trip that encompassed the whole planet.
The declaration fell on every ear and every person was sure their God had
spoken to them.
Maybe he had because from that day on every human had the spirit of peace in
the blood that flowed through their hearts. Peace was now the liquid that
sustained them and with it they could explore the beauty that existed both
within and outside of them.
“Love” whispered a child.
and I follow myself over his smile to find my eyes, promising uncertainty and chewing on
my bottom lip with the hunger that resides in...
He rolled me over and kissed my dreams, his mouth became my salvation and I nailed myself
to the bedpost as we made love, my legs became morning while I screamed midnight to the
and I had never seen such a beautiful sunrise, I had never seen the beginning color herself so
I told him, as our eyes appeared shallow, as the light dimmed and he breathed summer on my
“Blue is blue, Dear, don't try to shade it with red.”
But he explained to me the art of bruises, he informed me the results were beautiful, and
he held up a mirror to my unmarked skin, places where the black and blue and...
while he sheltered my chest with his hand, covering my heart with his palm, and told me
the results still beat...
I cried, tears of the rain that once fell in April, and he held me, time slipping between
us, beads of sweat that spoke eternity and seven more months, and I spoke silently so he
could hear me, I whispered his name...
“God, you're beautiful,” he said on the second I realized the sadness had left me, that
she had found content and was studying the games we never played with the fascination of a
child, I touched his cheek with the surreal movements that occur when one has fallen and
been caught and smiled at the thought of us...
I sacrificed my pain that night, I handed it straight over to midnight when the day broke,
I blended the sunrise with blue and watched the sky turn purple with him right beside me,
I counted the minutes to eternity and he laughed at my obsessions as he told me I was...
as he drank my belief off my left shoulder with a kiss...
and I looked at him, in the light, my eyes deep with the memories of the sea, as I kissed
him, with a certainty I never questioned as tomorrow started forever...
and he would live inside me
THEY SMILED EYE TO EYE
They smiled eye to eye
As if they met a millennium after
Strolling down into the valley
They were silent
Touching each other's arm
Quiet flowed the breeze
They saw their images in the blue lake
Shy moon slipped behind the curtain of mist
Little ripples met each other
Their steps heard the whisper of wind
And stopped short to listen
What she said to the world
The road met with rambling forest paths
They stopped near a grove
And kissed each other goodbye
A baby bird cried out in dream.
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 18 September, 2014
Margie........my one and only........Margie
love's music echoes timeless
spring fed it flows forever
Pop would get up early, make Mom's hand-mixed
favorite black and green tea, and when ready,
he walked down the hallway tinkling her teacup
with a spoon, gently waking her.
When he came home each day
he'd whistle the tune......
"Margie......how I love you ......"
alerting her that he was near.
On occasion, his mood would be jubilant
upon arriving home,
just like his favorite basketball team,
The 'Harlem Globetrotters'
Mom was Dad's whole world,
I could hear his expectant excitement
in the tone of his remarkable whistling
whenever I pushed him down the hallway
in his wheelchair, knowing his one and only
lifelong love would soon be in sight.
He couldn't mix and brew her favorite tea
anymore, or wake her with her tinkling teacup,
but until the end, he could still whistle!
could he whistle!
Ambitious Girl, your ideal for me
We living in a fake world, but you kept it real for me
Your drive is driving me crazy
Steering me to your direction,
crashing into your heart like I'm drunk doing 180
Make-up, you don't need it boo
Your beauty is a reflection of GOD and the image on the screen
You don't feed into
I love how your determined to follow your dreams
Be the next star on the movie screen
Not focused on material high price jeans at the venue
I love the genes thats in you
Love what you aspire to be, you inspire me
To do the same
You getting older so you don't have time for the games
These other girls can't even fathom your imagination
They show off ass, you showing off your aspirations
I'll be there for your graduation, you got all this passion waiting
My last one didn't have what your packing which is fascinating
I can tell you love the thrill of the chase
Don't smoke but these drinks you willing to chase
To have the pain erased, still hold that smile on your face
Your spirit can't be replaced
While you logging into school, in your dorm
Your honey to these niggaz who B ready to swarm
I'm here to help motivate,
My heart is a home for you so you'll 4ever have a place
From the Stress
From MD to wherever, our mutual respect will connect- GQ
I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,
at least not all of it,
but the emotion pouring past her lips,
the tears in her eyes, her clenched and shaking fists
enunciated more clearly,
than any piece of English Poetry I had ever read,
and grabbed me, held me still.
…In that moment, her soul was in my arms.
In that finite, tender breath of our lives,
she was my mother, my best friend…
but I could not console her.
I didn’t have the words;
and my heart sank into the
concrete between us,
wet with the pain of God’s rain
and her tears.
…Were my tears
So, I simply opened my palms
toward her crouched form and
spoke the only words I could
fathom, that would be accepted
by a stranger on a dangerous street.
"I am sorry, It will be okay. God will bless you."
I knew she did not understand…
“que va a estar bien”
“Dios te bendecira’ “
the words were as messy as the overturned
duffle bag at her feet…and fumbled, slowly
from my lips, as my knees hit the street.
Two strangers, cried in the rain,
knowing nothing of each other’s suffering,
and yet we shared the weight,
together, for those few moments;
the barrier of language was broken.
Love spoke for us.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
…Love transcends any language
Think of me and smile
Our time was shortly spent
Think for just a while
Of all the things we meant………
To each other we were Love,
Laughter, Smiles and Joy
Think of all those things
Then think of us once more
Remember our first kiss
Remember our first time
Remember I was yours,
Remember you were mine
The things that we would say
The things we use to do
I heard you sing a song
I wrote a poem for you
Didn’t think we’d be together
Didn’t seek, but we did find
A precious hidden treasure
A love so true and kind
Now when the Angels come for me
My home now in the sky
Don’t hang your head in sorrow
For me don’t even cry
I will send a signal
And you will know the sign
The Sun will shine its brightest
The humming birds will sing
Midnight will be the darkest
Think of all those things
The wind will blow so gently
I’ll Whisper in your ear
You will smell the roses
And feel my presence near
For you have known my spirit
For you have only seen
The beam of light now shinning
A dream that came to be
So just in case you’re wondering
It’s not because I’m free
But that I caught you smiling
And I knew, you had thought of me.
What sustains Life like water?
What is as fresh and welcoming like the countryside?
And as sweet as a newly made confectionery
baked with honey?
I just found one
well placed in all corners of your heart.
A feeling encompassing the goodness of life.
Is it the blissful visitation
to the tenants of the deep blue sea?
Or a radiant rainbow floating in the moist skies?
Is it red roses, milk Sunflowers
and other colorful plants in pink, green and yellow?
Or the site of a happy set of little quintuplet siblings?
Is it the baby chicks peeping out from their nest
to spy on the first morning rising sun?
They all are no where
near the unbelievable goodness of your love.
You are a majestic glamor
full of gracious providence.
Not even the magneting beauty
of the Queen Cleopatra
can be compared to the pillars of your virtues
which prove to overcome time's curfew
eclipsing my heart totally
as I soak in the foam of your passions.
A natural habitat have I found
in the gardens of your affection
and a new existence
from the deep baptism of your unequaled care.
I never believed a star could be as near
but here I am; with a being
who outshines a galaxy.
My soul has lost records of its bountiful happiness
from this train of love
with the wish its rails are never ending
and its journey, everlasting.
How blessed I'm that
You are in my life.
I honored to be a part of you.
When the sun going beyond
The moon late too
Within the luster of evening,
Your aura fills the scene.
I can honestly say
My dream has come true
And you would never believe
How much I love you.
I hear the tenderness of your smile,
I hear the softness of your voice,
Your whispers are gentle echoes
It will blaze so brightly
That it's warmth lingers in my heart,
Beckon my tired soul and
Embrace me in its radiance.
Your skin, your hair
All so soft and fine
How lucky am I
That you are all mine.
How lovely the music of your heart,
The hugs, the kisses.
The most precious treasure
I have seized for ever.
I searched the deep sea blue,
I love you baby, my prize is you.
Estaba lleno el verano,
Estaba lleno el verano
de flores, de deseos
como un espejo de cristáles azules,
reflejando los sueños
y el suave color del cielo,
estaba lleno el verano
con nuestro amor.
El color de las casas
antiguas de Oxford,
limpias como después
de una lluvia de leche,
blancas y maravillosas.
Estaba lleno el verano,
lleno de nuestro amor
y de canciones.
Estaba lleno el verano
de calles angustas y cerradas.
Estaba lleno el verano
de espuma, de murallas antiguas,
de música abandonada y olvida.
Estaba lleno el verano
y nuestro amor hize brillar
los sitios como la nieve
hace blanquear las estrellas
en noches de invierno.
Estaba lleno el verano,
lleno de nuestros deseos,
lleno de flores frescas
de un paraiso extraño.
Estaba lleno éste verano,
lleno de abrazos y besos de nuestros corazónes.
Der Sommer war voll,
der Sommer war voll
mit Blumen, mit Wünschen
wie ein Spiegel aus blauen Kristallen,
der Wünsche wiederspiegelt,
der Sommer war voll mit unserer Liebe.
Die Farben der alten
sauber, wie nach einem Regen
weiß und herrlich.
Der Sommer war voll,
voll von unserer Liebe
und von Gesang.
Der Sommer war voll
von engen, verschlossenen Gassen.
Der Sommer war voll
von Schaum, altem Gemäuer,
von vergessener, verlorener Musik.
Der Sommer war voll
und unsere Liebe ließ die Plätze erstrahlen
wie der Schnee
die Sterne erstrahlen lässt
Der Sommer war voll,
voll von unseren Sehnsüchten,
von frischen Blumen
eines fremden Paradieses,
voller Umarmungen und voll der Küsse unserer Herzen.
The summer was full with
flowers and dreams
like a mirror of blue crystals,
and the soft colour of the sky.
The summer was full with our love.
The colour of the ancient houses of Oxford,
neat as after a rain of milk,
white and wonderful.
The summer was full
With our love and songs.
The summer was full with
narrow, crowded streets.
The summer was full with
the foam of old walls,
full of forgotten and old tunes.
Our love threw light over the sites,
like snow let shine the stars
in winter nights.
The summer was full with our desires
and fresh flowers
of an unknown paradise.
The summer was full
with our kisses
and with our hearts.
? ...GONE... ?
I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..
I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..
If you're lonely and your heart feels empty,
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..
Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..
Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..
Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..
What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...
They say relationships are like glass
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.
Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..
I'm tired my Beloved..
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..
So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..
Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo
P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?
When job positions within monopolies prevent us from working together
towards a goal far greater than lining the pockets of a few,
when schools stop us from educating ourselves,
and are instead, assembly lines churning-out tin soldiers,
when governments prevent humanity from achieving self-determination,
when media keeps us informed about current events,
rather than us becoming involved in the events,
then only in resistance will we find each other;
will we find ourselves in the purest sense.
The masqued ones are erasing themselves
within a society in which everything is under surveillance,
measured, quantified and appraised,
where everything is determined by resumes,
credit history, internet profiles.
Background checks, gossip columns, intelligence agencies,
conspire to drag every last detail out into the open.
The masqued ones live in an in-between world
being squeezed by other worlds.
It is a world existing in the hope of understanding reality,
by changing reality.
If the powers that be, can reveal the hidden world,
dragging it out under the searing spotlight of scrutiny,
under the spotlight of current mass-ideology,
then one more possible world reality becomes extinct
under the boots of Fascists using the freedom of speech
to silence the freedoms of everyone else;
eventually, even including themselves.
The controllers want to show there are no unchartered paths
leading away from the programmable masses of mundanity.
Therefore, the masque is seductive to those not fully conditioned
to become blind sheep led by shepherds, towards the slaughter.
The masque suggests mystery, unknowns,
alternative endings to a story covered in mildew.
The masque symbolizes a threat to an entrenched establishment.
The masque becomes the chrysalis in which a pupa
can evolve into something different; into something new.
....in warrens deep below,
Babylon-kids write love songs,
and above ground, people preach rights and freedoms,
while enslaving the world in the chains of a democracy
that has never truly existed.
Democracy is a dream turned nightmare,
so the Babylon-kids are keeping the dream
of a choose-your-own-adventure, alive.
Two travelers with different destinations, we met before our paths diverged,
and in that span between our first encounter and subsequent farewell,
we read in one another’s eyes a wanderlust that took us off our track.
We found ourselves in a meadow of grass seemingly never trodden on before,
where we became as two breezy joyous children, frolicking dizzily around
the wildflowers that became our world. Racing each other up a knoll,
we finally and breathlessly tumbled into one another’s arms, growing silent
as we gazed into each other’s eyes beneath a sky of blue.
Rapture soon discovered us that glorious day in the meadow. . .
Later, a nearby river enticed us with its rushing sound, so we followed it.
Coming to its end, we saw the sky grow black and tried to find our way back
to our first spot of discovery and enchantment.
Instead we wound up back on the common path where we’d first met,
parting ways as a sudden rain’s downpour veiled my view of your departure.
Every now and then I stop and wonder if you ever came across a place again
that could compare to the rapture of our time in the meadow.
There is an island, the isle of trials and denials. I knew it well; for it was there that
I entered this world, into an environment of anger and argument. Of imprisonment and high
expectations, driven by questionable motives and an absence of love. Surrounded by an
unreasonable sea to protect against the threat of friendship. Threat to whom? I never saw
any winners in this game of nurture, if nurture is what it was. But I have no regrets. I
point no finger. I cast no blame. Maybe I was the winner, because I never lost faith. To
me, the island was the island of hope. Hope never failed to fill me with optimism.
Optimism filled me with enthusiasm. Enthusiasm filled me with ambition and passion. I
believed in myself. I believed in the possibility of love. Belief enabled me to dream. To
dream of how love could be. Should be. But I never believed, would be.
I accepted that true love was the rarest of all flowers; that I would never be granted the
privilege to hold it in my arms; to witness its beauty with my own eyes; to become
intoxicated through its sweet heady scent. The abundance of love, honour and respect in my
heart, would never lie its head on the soft breast of its mate. But, at least, I would
have experienced some small glimpse of love in my hope filled dreams.
Now, I look back and wonder how I could have been so ready to loosen my hold on all that I
hoped for; all that I wanted; all that I needed. For you have shown me the true meaning of
love. You have given me unbelievable happiness. You have opened my eyes. I have discovered
that the love we have is bigger, better, more intense, more beautiful, more intimate, and
more precious, than anything I could ever have dreamed or hoped for. You have made me feel
like I have never felt in my life before. You have taken me to heights and places I have
never been before. I am filled with such deep and unconditional love, honour and respect
for you. My eyes fill with tears of joy as I write to you; as I think of you.
~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3
~Blind am I to be of love?
Here be mortal eyes, seeing with mine heart.
Whereupon earth, I behold her at all times.
There in deep pools, from pebble tossed,
the rippling flow of her hair.
There, where lies the dew upon the buds.
Her moist red lips awaiting my favor.
In the courtyard fountain's purl,
tis the beauty of her laughter.
All about me is her visage,
from waking morn, to deep twilight.
Even the moon does look upon me.
Gently caressing my face
and does kiss me with her light.
Blind to love I cannot be.
Not when her love is my world,
my very being.~
For the contest, Romeo And Juliet; How Tragic Love Is
I'd do anything
To gaze at a
Full moon in the sky
Studded with the stars
I'd do anything
For all the beautiful
Things in the world
Which make me
Smile and happy.
Even a rainbow, a butterfly.
But I know,
I'm with the Gods
Most beautiful and
My rose of dawn,
I love you babe.
Your company is soothing,
Calming and reassuring inside.
You are like the bubbles
Of the fountain I moisten.
Your enchanting smile
Makes an illusion.
An angelic presentation
In your appearance
Which captivate me,
Makes me more attentive.
Bit by bit
I begin to recognize you.
My princess, my angel
I carefully watch your
Billowing, beautiful creature
Like my poetry.
My love, the fantasy
I want to invent you.
"As I watch the blue skies
Suddenly turned into gray
Darkness easily surrounds
Their clouds, covered in haze.
The rain will fall again, I say
A nature's moment I dismay
Raindrops will soon touch the ground
The sad feeling, again I'll be hound.
Splattering rain, the sound that haunts
Sweet and sad memories of the man
Taunting me to remember once again
The love once lost, never be back again
Every drop of rain that falls, I pain
Each drop it falls, my heart is in vain
"Try to listen" to the rain, he once said
'Tis like a last goodbye, could not hear I said.
The sound of the crying heart, I still hear
The sound of a weeping soul, I can hear
The silent tears that they weep,
The silent scream that echos so deep.
Listen to every drop of rain
To it's agony, vain, pain,
Listen to the rain as it falls, maybe
There is your love, every drop after all...xoxo
And now, I find myself on a new island. An island more beautiful, more amazing, and more
wonderful, than any mind alone could imagine. An island that can only exist when two
minds, two hearts, and two bodies become one, through unselfish love and mutual respect.
An island surrounded by a sea of tranquility and endless possibilities; an island of
permanent warmth, trust and safety. For you are me and I am you and we are us, intimately
bound. Undemanding. Supportive. Sharing and caring. Our island is perfect because of its
It is not without its trials and challenges. I do not know how I will survive while we are
apart, but I know we will leave a part of ourselves with each other. That we will feel
each other physically, mentally, and spiritually, in our bodies, minds, hearts and souls.
That, in some powerful sense, we will still be together. Will still be one. That our love
will grow. That our hearts will forever know true joy, true happiness, and true love. I
love our island. I love our life together. I love you. Now, always, and forever.
One individual called "she" stepped into the sheets of a life story
Sheets that used to be occupied
She walked back and stopped at a chapter which tell the story of an obsolete chamber
A space which stands for behalf of the memory and wounds
A diorama played by shadow
A story with no beginning nor end
They've been there with decent backgrounds and decent light spectrum but called gray
The view was frozen, the chatter was muted, and that feels fell into the melancholy
Those with the outstretched hands which too high to be reached
Those with the self existence but too blind to be seen
They abandoned as a figure of reserves without knowing the essence of a solace
And that individual creature went on her way back to the labyrinth of time
This time someone seized by the story of a root baste
Those roots were heart in shape and the hue carved a warmth, but once howled a bitterness
This chapter tells the story of a lush tree with the fruit of love
Fruits that contain the complexity of love, passion and a place to berth
And the fruit of love revealed its story to someone
Those who hide behind their false mannerism had carved their name on her shoulder
Those who have offered their hearts and bent on their knees
Those who play fire in a lust, fell into a seek
But the love that she wants still unable to cover the part of this story
From the fruit of love to the sheet's of light
This chapter tells the story of an old house with extensive bed of flowers
This house represented the aesthetics, peace and harmony
A house which brings relief, spaciousness and joy
In that house she knelt, release all her mess
To the house the journey was anchored
In every sketches that have been through
None could live without the presence of others too
Obsolete chamber, lush love tree, beautiful bed flowered old house
Those who were involved in each story of the bulkhead of life
Those who were crawling along and came from different angles of infinity
Those who were instantly filled the pieces of shoot and became the shoot
They are the perfect gift for the imperfect souls
Not as a complement nor as a reserves
Yet as the major part of the heartwarming life story