A dance among the crashing waves
The turbulent sea on the shore
Rolling with white sand
The fragility of a body in pieces
In footprints that have left behind
The wind blows on the waving strands
Like a dance in the shadows at the edge of the beach
When fingers clasp
The waves run
Clashing against towering rocks
Playing with dreams at the end of the day
As if the sun will never go away
You're the star in the gallery
of black and white masterpieces,
only flash of light iconic in my temple,
distinguished radiant freckles.
Its been so long since....
A black swan engulfs a white-ness
hidden behind blood-shot darkest hues,
colour only drains so I flood the gates
in an attempt to make the morning shine
Whispers become intolerant of mad stricken
forgotten sea-shells left in a ruck sack,
carried out by the tide to a breach of sea,
like finding numbing needles in a hay stack.
Giggles haunt, not fondly but now violate,
tin soldiers scattered over a wedding cake
and gone the warmth of hallucinations.
Icy cold popsicles flare in your wake...
There's an angel here among us,
though we may never know her name.
She walks and talks beside us
appearing to be the same.
Yet though she stands beside us
there're some who'll never see
that the angel here beside us
is inside you and me.
Sometimes I hide the truth in words that dance among shadows and lights,
I tell you that I want nothing from you, not even in exchange for these lines,
But if you look deeply, you'll see how I try to make you mine in silence,
Persistently, in ways I hope you won't notice, but always feel.
I sometimes hide you between verses, only I know you're there, a secret kept,
Other times I write you so openly, it feels like I'm baring my soul to you,
And when you read, I wait for that spark, that moment when you recognize yourself in them,
In every curve of my sentences, a mirror reflecting your essence.
I don't care for compliments, I don't long for applause or hollow praises,
All I want are pieces of you, a smile, a word, a shared laugh,
Just enough to keep alive the hope that one day you'll be part of me,
A dream intertwined with reality, a story told in whispers and silences.
Alice Among the Astral Wonders
From a rabbit hole of wondrous delight,
Alice now ventures to the stars of the night.
Her mission's a clock, a celestial race,
To find lost minutes in time and in space.
The Cheshire Moon grins, a crescent so wide,
As meteors fall in a silvery tide.
She floats past planets of emerald and gold,
A story of space, yet untold.
But a whisper calls from a nebula's haze,
A voice that could launch a thousand space-crazed daze.
It's the Queen of Hearts, with a crown of red bright,
Who holds all the time in the infinite night.
"Off with their heads!" she screams, loud and so clear,
"Those seconds you seek are held captive right here!"
But Alice, unafraid, with her heart full of grace,
Plays a hand of galactic cards in this royal, high space.
A royal flush of nebulae, a straight of bright stars,
She wins back the time that was trapped behind bars.
And with a smile, the Queen bows to the girl,
Who won a new world from the end of the world.
Many believe there are angels among us.
Where do these angels come from?
Are they manifest from among us?
If so, how does it happen?
A being in the physical state
seeks the source of its being.
It looks within its current form
for the essence of its being.
Determining that that essence is Spirit in form,
it decides to align itself with the Spirit.
When it is aligned with the Spirit,
there is an enlightenment that reveals the miracle.
By opening its heart and inviting the Spirit within
to flow or live through it.
The person is given power to perform miracles
with the Spirit and become angelic.
These individual or those that we
Commonly refer to as the angels among us.
They’re ordinary spirits that have allowed
The Spirit to love unconditionally through them.
Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk,
Deep within me, like spring water flowing towards distant lands.
My heart, boundless and mysterious, responds silently, naive and gentle,
As the sleepless twilight creeps again through the misted windows.
The lilac and currant bow their heads gracefully in the evening wind,
And my silent homeland whispers the call for me to return home.
Your call, my bittersweet sorrow, resonates in the echo of distance,
And I, wandering among shadows, seek my way on unseen paths.
I know our meeting will be fulfilled under the blue sky of night,
Our prolonged separation will find solace in the light of the hidden moon.
Distant bells remind me of the road I have traveled,
Raising the dust of dreams, searching for you among eternal memories and longings.
Your call at sunset, my melancholy will find its way to you,
And the promise of reunion will be sealed by the quiet of the night that envelops us.
In the flow of time, under the starry sky, I will keep my promise,
For my heart, once called, cannot remain far from you.
A stranger among strangers,
when the poet stands apart,
He poses a threat to the future.
You were here; I was there,
healing the world with our prayers and lyrics.
This is no mere nightmare.
the world that shuns a poet
sends them into oblivion—
just another forgotten poem.
Each new poet carries a powerful idea.
Poetry and artistry converge in every hidden word.
Faded poems curl like a half-moon,
fading, fading, and disappearing far too soon.
Notice how the trees sway with the rhythm of the wind.
Though stripped of green, their branches dance
as if crowned with leaves—
unbothered by the eyes of humanity,
unashamed of their winter-bare truth.
I wish I held such courage,
such rooted confidence.
For I too have faced the hollow season,
where silence wraps around the bones of who I am.
When spring comes and the trees begin to bloom,
I hope I do too.
I’m weary of being
constantly conscious
of how the world might see me—
always bending, never breaking free.
So I lie here beneath them,
and I listen.
I pray they whisper their secrets—
how to stand tall in stillness,
how to bloom after emptiness.
And in their hush,
I begin to believe:
maybe I will bloom too.
Among us
The dance of death never stops
A plane crossing the Atlantic loses heights
the chief pilot flirts with a woman
when called to the cockpit
Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail
Goodbye Paris.
The heart of tired sparrows stops
it falls from the sky
hits the front window of a car
distracted, the driver hits another car
In the melee, no one sees the sparrow.
A tourist going for a walk in jolly Naples
is hit by a pig kept on the balcony
No more sightseeing.
You’re not safe in bed, a nightmare
falling out of bed, hitting a nightstand
Dream over.
Life and death in an embrace, yet
we live as life dances alone
In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was,
And I answered without blinking, to never fit into foreign molds,
To step into rooms without bending my soul to match their contours,
To move freely, unbound by mirrors reflecting only what others want to see,
To be like the moon, counted among the stars, but never overshadowed by them,
Indifferent to attention flowing like swift rivers, untouched by comparisons.
To not be understood, but to remain whole, like a puzzle of beautiful chaos,
To wear chaos as art, and silence as a sword that cuts the chains of needing acceptance,
To live without apologies and love without permissions, to be free of any belonging,
And yet to never feel lost anywhere, to dream dangerously, to speak with fire in words,
To fall gracefully, to follow my own path, undisturbed by the race of others,
This is my wish, not to fit in, but to exist exactly as I am,
To embrace every imperfection as a story, to be authentic in every breath,
To find beauty on the edge of chaos and calm in the midst of the storm,
To be myself, a unique constellation in the vast sky of existence.
Two friends among the distances
One is red and one is blue
Uniting despite the fights
The colors choose to fuse
Purple is a pretty color
It's the color we should be
Martin Luther didn't die
Rosa Parks didn't cry
For us to live separately
I love my neighbors, red and blue
Black, mixed and white
Men, women, other, too
I love whoever you are, too
To my friend among the distance
I'd like to thank you
For loving me just the same
For loving both red and blue
Entrancing as a siren's call
Echoes lingering from the void
Though massive here they seem so small
The sight of which makes me overjoyed
Stars within the late night sky
Serenity unlike any other
Hoping to join them when I die
My place alongside my starmother
For now my home is midnight hours
The darkness providing endless bliss
Sheltering from the light so sour
My latibule is a starry abyss
Oh, how I long to see
The part of me
Among the mulberry trees
And the butterflies.
Where the good is great,
And the sad is fate,
Where the skies are blue,
And the grass holds dew.
Where you look at your love,
Your hand in theirs,
And gaze up above,
Without a care.
In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams,
The night wind becomes a caress of cold stars on my skin,
It penetrates deep into my lungs, like a crystal serpent of silence,
And I wonder, with longing that sings silence in echoes of lost time,
When was the last time I felt the thrill of undefined beauty,
That melts like a dream in the morning light, a whisper at dawn?
On those days, I close the window, the temple of cold freezes my bones,
Wraps my soul in a mantle of shivers, a sanctuary of ice.
And I wonder, with pain like a silent cry in the night’s stillness,
How long will this sensation last, nesting in the marrow of dreams,
A solitary bird in a nest of shadows, a mysterious burden,
It’s a melancholy flowing through the veins of time, a river of silver.
It winds through the cliffs of my soul, carried by waves,
A traveler on a sea of stars and shadows, in search of solace,
That spreads with the dawn, when light embraces the world,
And silence pours over us, like a forgotten song.
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