On a dreamy evening, when stars dance on the velvet sky,
His hands, like shadows, clasped my neck in an endless waltz,
My breath, like a wisp of smoke, fades in the sweet dusk.
A hammer rose, shattering the silence of my fragile skull,
Red blood, like a river of rubies, flows on the pure snow,
White as the souls that are lost in the eternal abyss of night.
The orange sky, shedding its skin like a lost dream,
Turns to blue, then to black, akin to my body,
The sky descends to embrace me in its infinite arms.
His blow, a background song, accompanying the final dance,
'What a sweet night,' I tell myself, becoming one with the velvet sky,
One with the snow that embraces my life stolen by the cold breath.
All thanks to his powerful blow that sealed fate,
And thus I was lost in the night, in the embrace of the eternal,
A dream and a memory, merging into the cosmic silence.
I am intrigued by the letters dancing on the white sheets, forgotten on the desk,
Chapters that lead nowhere, a monotonous and tiring journey.
But what captivates my soul are the pebbles on the riverbank,
I wish to ask them where their journey through time began.
Were they pushed by rebellious waves or did they stop for rest?
Silent, they carry the secrets of the waters that caressed them through time.
I am also intrigued by the fallen leaves, guides of the changing wind,
Was their separation painful, or did they say goodbye gently?
Clouds like cotton candy float on the sky as blue as an ocean,
Will they pass by my house or bless me with their rain?
These questions weave my thoughts into a labyrinth of melancholy,
For in the simple mysteries of nature, I find magic and solace.
I fear your gaze, that gaze which embraces her,
As if your entire universe finds its place within her being,
As if she were the last drop of water in your inner desert,
In the cage of your ribs, where the secret thirst of desire burns.
She, the only ray that can illuminate the dark corners of your mind,
And I, an endless abyss, am unworthy of admiration or desire.
I am a dark shadow, finding refuge in the corners of your heart,
And I fear that if she shines too brightly, I will cease to exist.
In her light, I might disappear from your world, become a silent echo,
For in her brilliance, I fear I will be swallowed by darkness.
Deep within your soul, I fear I will remain just a shadow,
While she will be the sun that lights your path away from me.
Summer of the Dragon
No one knew where they came from
Some say from above
Others say below
Doesn’t really matter
They were here
The eyes, like two glowing embers
That was the worst
The talons and scales failed in comparison
It was always the eyes
The swoosh of the wings
Snap of the tail soon followed
By the napalm
They destroyed it all
Burn it to the ground
Until there was nothing left but ash
Then left us here to die
No one knew where they came from
Some say from above
Others below
It really didn’t matter
They were here
Mysteriousness and sacredness
Wished words, universes, wanted new lives
Serial lives, never-ending infinity of desire
I need this life, I want this life, in my heart
I want to do it, the mystery, and the real light
The only one, the living sacredness of life
Here is not a tale of the mysterious kind
In the human world, this is just a movie of the fantasy mind
This is the secret of life, just believe me, oh life
I know the truth. I know that. The fantasy is real life
We are just living in our minds. Collectively, this is sick blind
Yes. We are blind. Open your wings, and just fly, and fly
In the space, in the sky, and find your new life in heaven
Heaven is the true world, not just a religious desire
Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms.”
“This is the reality. All the words are true”, Satan said
Heavens. Universes. And Mysteriousness Sacredness is
The atmospheres of those planets
This is the reality
Everybody is a saint
If will arrive there
Knotted string stretches to fly paper art high,
In rippling wind it’s framed by cloud in the sky.
Tethered freedom soars with fantasy on flight,
Enwraps the floating mind with ether of delight.
You may not believe it, but some float through life like a dream,
Dressed in fine fabrics, like stars in the silver sky.
They taste the fruit of life, without thirst, without hunger,
Sleeping under wings of tranquility, in the palace of serene night.
Around them, time weaves like a tapestry of peace,
Family shelters them like a tree under which flowers grow.
They too have shadows of sadness, but they are fleeting,
And when they depart, it's like a feather falling in its gentle flight.
You may not believe it, but such souls exist,
I am not one of them, no, not even close.
They are there, floating in their gentle light,
I am here, on a path lost to smoke and wind.
In their world, stars whisper stories without end,
In mine, the echo of silence rings like an old bell.
They are where rivers flow without losing their call,
I am where water gathers in tears of longing.
But perhaps in this cosmic, hidden and profound dream,
Between two breaths, we will meet, shadows and light.
Maybe in this dance of destiny, we will find each other,
Like two constellations shining in the eternal sky.
In the storm of life, my voice is like a lost feather,
A silent wind seeking its path where thunder has ceased.
They strive to hear, but silence is all they find,
As if in my quiet there is nothing to be told.
Some call it sweet, like a gentle and enchanted brook,
A lullaby lost in a distant dream.
Others laugh, saying it's too weak, too small to be heard,
A shadow of sound daring to fall into infinity.
I speak, but the world does not listen, words fade into the wind,
A mute song and a secret that remains unrevealed.
A gift left unanswered, a cold hand in waiting,
Perhaps my voice is meant for another realm where longing is felt.
But here I am, gentle, like a silent river that yearns to flow,
With the strength of whispers rising and silence breaking apart.
Gentleness may be a grace, a soft echo in a ruthless place,
A song not meant to shout, but to sing, a wind beneath the wing of hope.
Even a whisper can shape the sky, with its tender breeze,
A breeze that makes the stars sigh in the dream-filled night.
In this silence, this deep and quiet art,
Lies a force that moves the heart, a mystery that keeps us united.
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Poetry paints prismatic word-pictures
A cubist painting programmed in plain air
Poetry and painting prize pure features,
For centuries, art crafted with grand care
Let us journey to juxtapose the two
Both attract the primeval painters' flair
With colours in rich red, yellow, and blue
Words sketching with wise theatrical care.
Try to catch and caress the words you see
Draw sights and sounds into your fractal soul
Organic lines jotted down joyously
As fractal forms that fill Metatron's scroll
Golden spirals smeared in an author's room
Are geometry's homage on a loom.
whimsical gnome created colorful flowers as she walked
Her expressions were a delight, but she hardly ever talked
We watched her walk from limb to limb, blooms following her feet
The vines of florals she left were truthfully breathtaking and sweet.
In the hidden darkness of the guarding night,
Where the silent world holds its breath at dusk,
Lies a deep and undeciphered secret,
An untold story where love and destiny meet.
On the unseen path where shadows dance,
We were like two spirits lost in an ancient spell,
Seeking the answer in the undying flame of a candle,
In an unbroken dance of dreams and promises.
The whisper of leaves and the song of the wind guided us,
Through the corridors of time where reality and fantasy intertwine.
We were like two comets traveling through the cosmic sea,
Searching for that meeting point where stories become real.
Under the dome of the starry sky, where mystery watches,
I felt your secret, emerging from the depths of times gone by.
In the mystical silence, we both felt the burning longing,
An unbounded desire to find what seems lost.
I miss that night, the enchantment that enveloped us,
The promise of a love that died in the heart of the night.
Yet, in the cosmic abyss where the mystery persists,
I continue to seek you in an unseen world where love exists.
There are no more saviors, only shadows dancing in the mist,
The rivers of memory no longer flow gently, but disappear into the abyss.
Myths that soothed the mundane have faded, leaving only silence,
Only waiting remains, an echo that never ends.
The voice repeats like a refrain of lost time,
The short breath hides between two silences.
The world does not end with divine revelations or dreams,
But with stumbling steps, absurd replies, and wanderings.
In this vast void, a new, fragile ethic is born,
To endure the empty time, to laugh in the face of cold ruins.
To speak even when words are lost in echoes,
To move forward, even if every step brings you down.
“Try again, fail again, but fail better,”
Is the minimum dignity in a world of shadows and dreams.
The only heroism left to us in the face of nothingness,
Is to rise from our falls, to reinvent ourselves from the ashes.
compelled each day to plod that beach
her dazzlings - quite beyond my reach
those eyes like jade and deep as death
that whispered “come” in witching breath
soft-danced, those briny bullions rolled
bright cresting swells with coins of gold
that she claimed hers to snatch and save
such wealth, that girl beneath the waves …
that wealth now gilds … her lovers’ graves.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
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