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Spectre of Me

Hark… hark… hear my voice, a mere leftover refrain Never can you see me, I’ve no form left to gain Look up… look up… and miss me, resound with the air Don’t take my loss for granted, only spells despair Grief… grief… counts for nothing, on the flip side of love Pinpointing its vector, may bring hope from above Crunch… crunch… the numbers, add symbols in lower case Headstones of algebra, surround my resting place Wait… wait… I hear cries, emanating at my grave Broken hearted loved ones, so many tears they gave Listen.. listen… up, your mourning’s setting me free This life snuffed out, echoes down through eternity Hush… hush… my darling, pillows muffle as you sleep Pull tight the sheets and love me, inside dreams so deep

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Victor Buhagiar

Date: 10/23/2023 2:14:00 AM

Splendid poem. Your muse is still alive. Great progression of thoughts. Blessings

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/23/2023 3:55:00 AM

Thanks for the vote of confidence Victor, hopefully my muse is coming off life support, cheers David

Aurore Severo

Date: 10/23/2023 12:53:00 AM

A very evoking poem, :)

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/23/2023 3:53:00 AM

Thank you Aurore, I’m delighted you see my poem as evoking, I always try to add a little depth to everything I write, cheers David

Christopher Flaherty

Date: 10/22/2023 3:24:00 PM

Happy is truly the closed eye inside dream's so deeply soundly enough fall asleep Without the Scepter Hanging over

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/23/2023 3:47:00 AM

Thanks Christopher, indeed a beautiful dream can be so much better than the ugliness of reality, cheers David

I Am Anaya

Date: 10/22/2023 11:04:00 AM

...chirp chirp! The song birds praise your poem. ;D

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/22/2023 11:27:00 AM

Very nice Anaya, I’ve an inkling all those records you mentioned are stored as information inside black holes, and distributed throughout the universe inside dark energy, exactly like the Akashic says, only I define it differently, thanks so much for enlightened comments, cheers David

I Am Anaya
Date: 10/22/2023 11:09:00 AM

Akashic Records are the mystical ‘energy records’ of all the events that have ever happened, are happening and will happen in the Cosmos. They are stored in the hiranyagarbha “The Cosmic womb” or Karya Brahman in a coded form.

Sotto Poet

Date: 10/22/2023 8:09:00 AM

David, your remarkable skill should always be recognized and praised. Your writing always has such significant meanings and sentiments. There's something eerie about its lyrics, like poetry floating over the stratocumulus as the sun sets and the fog rolls in. In this piece, your muse's ideas flow as easily as water. There is no way, in my opinion, that death can erase the memories and insights gained over one's life. They reverberate eternally across the cosmos.

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/22/2023 9:11:00 AM

Thank you Lasaad, I often ponder why the greatest physicists, and mathematicians cannot come up with a GUT, (grand unified theory)of everything, they can explain the small using quantum mechanics, and the large using Relativity, but cannot reconcile how both work together, the paradoxical answer is we ourselves may well be the GUTs of the universe, cheers David

Lin Lane

Date: 10/22/2023 5:51:00 AM

A spectre’s voice, though not heard from his grave. What a concept, David. The repeated words add emphasis to his thoughts. If I’m correct, I think the algebra reference may be the born/died dates on tombstones around him. His words to his mourning loved one set him free because he knew he was missed. “Hush hush my darling… “ He knows she will always love him in her dreams. This is sentimentally superb.

Lin Lane
Date: 10/22/2023 7:07:00 AM

Lol. I think a muse can escape from anywhere. Stop trying and maybe a spark will self-ignite. I’m going to build a doll house.

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/22/2023 6:48:00 AM

I really am trying Lin, hopefully I can find a little spark soon, it’s honestly not for the want of trying, hmm I do wonder if a muse can be exhumed, who knows

Lin Lane
Date: 10/22/2023 6:37:00 AM

Perhaps your muse is using thoughts of a grave to wake you up. Stop digging before you bury yourself in doubt. Your talent is too good to fade away. Everything you write has a message and meaning. Let your muse’s thoughts flow like they did in this one. Don’t make me dig you up!!

David Kavanagh
Date: 10/22/2023 6:11:00 AM

You read my algebra reference perfectly Lin,, I honestly believe our life’s information cannot be lost or destroyed even in death, and it continues to reverberate throughout the ether for eternity, I’m starting to feel a bit like a spectre here on the soup myself, muse is very hit and miss, thank you so much for kind comments, cheers David