In youth, we never truly know our youth,
And in old age, we fail to know our age.
The sun and the moon, bound by time,
Can never behold each other’s light.
The day and the deep darkness—
Even they exist, forever blind to one another.
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light
radiant, fleeting
dancing, blinding, fading
sunbeam, dawn, shadow, midnight
creeping, haunting, swallowing
silent, endless
dark
Tinged by cinnabar the spent sun sets
at the gray edge of the gloomy horizon.
As all the shadows of the extant lengthen,
the diffused light of the day they cannot sap.
Dusky dimness descends opaque and heavy,
floods the blurred spine of the pining plateau,
captures the lively tinge of the emerald trees,
until the shadows fade into obscure gloom.
Luminosity of the remnant reminiscence
glimmers in the deserted mental foyer.
Remnant rays of the drifting crescent moon,
illumine the obscure corridor of memory.
Clutching its silhouette the mystified life drifts
through the diffused array of the moonbeam,
knowing the stars shine bright in the dark sky,
the candles burn bright in the gloomy room.
Light leads darkness,
Dark follows light,
Both learned to embrace each other,
And listen to each other’s plight.
Light wanted to illuminate the world,
Give every corner the warmth of sun,
Leave no corner untouched.
Dark wanted to calm the world,
And give the peace of night,
Give the world peace of mind, from their little trifes.
Light and Dark so different,
But their bond was set for sure,
Light needs Dark and Dark needs Light;
Without this bond,
Life couldn’t go on like before.
Picasso's fractured forms, a jagged, broken line,
A world of angles where my vision can't align.
I yearn for harmony, a smooth, unbroken flow,
But in your chaos, a hidden truth, I know.
Monet's light, a gentle caress, a soothing balm,
His brushstrokes whisper a calming, peaceful calm,
The water's surface is a shimmering, liquid dream,
Reflecting beauty, a world where all is serene.
Yet, beneath the surface, a current runs deep,
A hidden turmoil, secrets it won't keep.
The willow weeps, a silent, mournful sigh,
A testament to sorrow beneath a clear blue sky.
A ray of hope, a beacon in the night,
A fragile ember, struggling for its light.
I chase the shadows, but they cling to me,
A constant reminder of what I can't deny.
The beauty of imperfection beneath a painted sky.
The yin and yang
Of heavy heart
Orange female tiger
Male azure dragon with spark
Jubilant jaded laugh
Inside jaundice jokes
One can follow one’s path
Face what lies ahead with hope
It cannot be helped
You must weather storm
Life isn’t always fair
Always be in true form
Let go and let God
Grannie sings with faith
Be sure to guard heart
Save for rainy day
Do you learn white wisdom
From elegant emerald elders
Are you led by mission
Experience of life a welder’s
Fire to flaming silver steel
Molding you into amethyst art
However you may fuchsia feel
For growth we need light and dark
When Lizzie was the lizzard queen? There were trumpets
And a jubilee..' A word from the Bible (by the way) you see?the
Tree was gilded in a 'night for day' the scenario was quite schematic..' As in royalty were indulging; in satanic antics.'
andrew was hidden in her wings 'as sanitized artists had
Their sings' That tree of knowledge shimmered so cold ' it
Was about (genetic alteration should you have not been
Told?) The firm that crafted it have a 'dark old name' yet
Ever from creation its been the same..A sad whey pale king waits
Out all the rains' as heaven is opened o'er humanity's pains.'
("Toats Coulee Pine", 2019, original encaustic/pen & ink original)
Light and Dark
Love is not all sweetness and light
it is also a blade
cutting deep
separating flesh from bone
Both together
the joy of embrace and acceptance
and the pain of loss,
the terror of the void
light and dark
always dancing together...
(9/24/11)
I fight day and night
I fight
Every light I see is of my own devices
Every dark moment i endure is of my own devices
I fight
Even if they say my light is another's
I fight
I hold onto my strength
And do not let their gods choose for me
this is my right
My fight
I will build myself up
Without your gods and demons
for my demons are more than your gods could fight
So here is sit
Fighting to be recognized throw my own ing plights.
I'll show my talents
In spite
Cause its my fight.
Graves of many, dreadful dark and spooky.
Spiders hung and swayed a little kooky.
Pumpkins fierce howling red glow.
Walking-dead knock blow-by-blow.
Black wild cat moved its tail slightly fluky.
Dracula went out dressed as cranky Grinch.
Drank few too many got into tight pinch.
By foot dangled the mayor,
Threw him over conveyor.
Towns people came around with rope to lynch.
The spread of darkness,
Eliminating light.
The Stillness of life,
Not a surprise.
Echoes of peace ringing throughout,
Bouts of calmness hanging about.
A sense of fulfillment,
A sense of satisfaction,
But the one that strikes hard
A sense of being forlorn.
It affects your body,
It affects your mind,
And quite literally,
Drains you of all life.
But it doesn't end there...
Even with your life drained,
Your body dead
And your mind high,
The dark creeps upon you
To swallow you for all time.
You try to fight it,
You try to fight the dark...
Light sides with you
But not always, right?
Such is the time of night,
When the world sleeps
You rise.
You fight,
You fight for you life.
Cause what they don't see,
Is precisely what you fight.
Those demons inside you
Come clawing out at night,
But you fight
And stall for light.
But once you let that spark die
And the light disappears for life,
That is when the dark starts to show
To finally swallow you whole.
"The Pearl Essence and Dark Horizon"
Just,
as a pearl of wisdom
plucked like a
luminous silver apple
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;
the Sun watches
like a voyeur
from afar
tucked under
his tenebrous horizon,
while the dark night
is fully illuminated,
the romance
like Guy Fawkes
straddling 4th July
lush lit and lotus-eating
blue independence,
calls forth the
circadian goddess
blushing like a new bride,
who has waited for this
moment, it would seem
her entire life,
waxing and waning
shifting hues of
shimmering pink nude
into revealing shades
of ultraviolet
sans sun, but,
just the same,
romance
ignited
Just,
as a pearl of wisdom
plucked like a
luminous silver apple
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;
temptation,
Sun
rises
like a fallen chess piece
to take his untouchable
luminous silver
teasing
Moon
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Tell me the story
about how the Sun
loved the moon so much,
that he died every night
just to let her breathe."
SERENITY OF MAN
Serenity the réalisation of One's self value
Be a cocoon in womb - Serenity begins
A charmy peace made a worthy life
Don't be Harm yourself while be alone - Peace begins
A beauty chapter depends on calmness!!
Recreation is One's another lifetime - To that
Hold a charmy peace!!
Mix of Dark and Light
The world running.
Like Charmy moon reveal serenity ;
In sometimes dark reveal tiny violence.
Hey Man!!
The entire world needs it;
Atlast One's Condolence make a peace.
Running with charmy peace.
C. J. Thanushika
SERENITY OF MAN
Serenity the réalisation of One's self value
Be a cocoon in womb - Serenity begins
A charmy peace made a worthy life
Don't be Harm yourself while be alone - Peace begins
A beauty chapter depends on calmness!!
Recreation is One's another lifetime - To that
Hold a charmy peace!!
Mix of Dark and Light
The world running.
Like Charmy moon reveal serenity ;
In sometimes dark reveal tiny violence.
Hey Man!!
The entire world needs it;
Atlast One's Condolence make a peace.
Running with charmy peace.
C. J. Thanushika
SERENITY OF MAN
Serenity the réalisation of One's self value
Be a cocoon in womb - Serenity begins
A charmy peace made a worthy life
Don't be Harm yourself while be alone - Peace begins
A beauty chapter depends on calmness!!
Recreation is One's another lifetime - To that
Hold a charmy peace!!
Mix of Dark and Light
The world running.
Like Charmy moon reveal serenity ;
In sometimes dark reveal tiny violence.
Hey Man!!
The entire world needs it;
Atlast One's Condolence make a peace.
Running with charmy peace.
C. J. Thanushika
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