Eleven fifty-nine

Like your favorite ambrosian juice and long caramel series, there's always an end. Everything has an end. The arcane rainbow, the beating rain, your aching pain. Hunger is a feeling, and to conquer it, you must feed it. 
The strongest things are buried 
beneath the ground, in the dark, in the unknown and to know how much you can hold, you must reach your threshold.

As powerful as the motley moon, it’s not full every nebulous night. Even the purified stars disappear. Your beauty doesn’t rest only in fullness, It blooms in your maroon mistakes, 
your balmily imperfections, and your empyreal past. You do not exist without 
them—hold them like a teddy, sing a pumpkin lullaby and let it be your Nexus. 
For just like you, what holds the trees are unseen. Be it your resin fears or your shrinking folds, your amort traumas or flaming losses, give them a chance to win, 

Whatever you give power to, 
controls everything you have control over.
when something breaks, 
it never returns to what it was. 
It either stays unfixed or is made into something better. Every grain I’ve lost
gave me a chance for something more. 
The beauty of the tangerine 
sea glass lies in the turns of the tumult storms and corpulent tides. Some things aren’t seen, yet create the best results.

For what we become, we dream, and to dream, we must live. Like life, dreams are tunnels and we must sway through. 
In that dark journey lies a vessel—yourself. 
Flowers and thorns both exist in that path, 
but you must know that you are not alone. 
There’s an end to sadness, uncertainty, failure, rejection, and heartbreak. 

But to fully sink into goodness, you must first be buried in the fins of kismet. 
The thick padded clouds show their thighs, but can never stop the skylight or the rain. What I become, I become. What I seek, I seek. What seeks me, answers me first. For all the lives I couldn't live, embrace me in the next. And for all the dreams I couldn’t dream, wake me up in the next.
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George Avatar
February 3, 2025 at 9:23 PM
Dear Tonye, welcome back. I missed you, your poems and also your comments. From the comments below, I understand that you were unwell. Hope you are back to normal health. Coming to your poem, as you feel, I must say that one life is not enough to realize our hopes and dreams. Whatever, we miss accomplishing in this life, we can hope to accomplish in the life to come. We ride on the wings of kismet. Yet we dream.... and these dreams keep us resilient even in the face of adversity. Well done sweet friend.
Buhagiar Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 5:52 AM
I'm sorry you were busy and not well. Hope 2025 is a better year for you.
George Avatar
February 1, 2025 at 12:46 PM
I thank you V. For always checking in and for your su0. I truly appreciate you. Happy to be back.
Empress Avatar
November 27, 2024 at 12:36 PM
Hope you are ok beautiful soul! I miss you and i know sometimes health and everything in life can get in the way. I really hope and pray for better days for you! Sending you light always
George Avatar
November 29, 2024 at 2:48 AM
I miss you so much Ink. Thank you for checking in, it means a lot. So much love for you. I'll be fully back next year, but I'll try chipping in by next month.
Warlov Avatar
October 6, 2024 at 7:38 AM
A sterling, reflective object with few-equals in poetic-voice'-integrity. So much like the old-fashioned poets that moved the heart of so many. ~ A tribute to the moral rectitude of Civilization and a reminder of its multiple, striving progenitors. ~ A great achievement. A great gift. Thank you! ~~ if I may suggest the last line: . . . 'and all the dreams I couldn't dream, wake me there'. ~~ [FAV]
Warlov Avatar
November 15, 2024 at 7:35 PM
It's yours with my honor
George Avatar
November 15, 2024 at 2:04 PM
Hey Robert... Thank you for your comment and for making it a FAV. I love your suggestion. Fits in best.
Greenhough Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 10:59 AM
This is a powerful poem. It is timeless in its wisdom. Thank you for such a terrific and inspirational write.
George Avatar
November 15, 2024 at 2:04 PM
I'm always grateful Hilda. Thank you so much.
Buhagiar Avatar
September 30, 2024 at 1:37 AM
A mixture of prose and poetry with great emphasis on self. A wonderful write.
George Avatar
November 15, 2024 at 2:05 PM
Yes, Victor. A mix makes it come alive. Thank you for your support friend.
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September 29, 2024 at 11:24 PM
What a magnificent post this is! Hued with unparalleled wisdom and shades of self-reflection, flowing so well with a poetic aroma ~ I especially love all the analogies and metaphors that you've painted whilst stating those truths which have been deeply rooted in our very essence. "Whatever you give power to, controls everything you have control over"So rightly said.."The beauty of the tangerine sea glass lies in the turns of the tumult storms and corpulent tides" Impeccably phrased! Love this.
George Avatar
November 15, 2024 at 2:06 PM
Oh, lovely Hiya. I missed you loads. I'm glad you're here. Thank you for your comment and support. I appreciate it.
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