Your love flew wingless with the summer wind,
And left me stranded, hopeless, in a pit.
Alone I became too much for my mind,
With my love jailed by your self-written writ.
I was consumed by the flame of your rage,
Yet from the ashes, I arose anew.
I found a heart whose kindness could assuage,
And clean even a faintest thought of you.
Your cruelty bent me but couldn't break me,
I rode the distance on your stormy wave,
Till real love brave the storm to free me,
And polished my heart, making me feel brave.
Each fibre of my heart now flows with love,
At last, your wickedness has fallen through.
Joy walks with me, hand in hand, hand in glove,
Made whole by love thats's steadfast, strong and true.
As the sun peeks over the horizon
I ponder over what I need to get done
on this Spring day that begins anew
with a glorious colorful view
and I vow to try my best
and live the day with kindful zest
Stop hating yourself;
prune away those evil thoughts:
new life blossoming:-
Describe what you see my love, she queries
A game they often play in the depths of the forest
He replies, Turgid are the woodlands densely they’ve died back
creeping where no life is seen,
between the flowery meadow's cracks
The poplars have shed their leaves leaving violet trunks bare
For it isn’t rare, sun light that shan’t filter thru the canopy
Entrapped is the pale old plant ivy green
However, the white roses striving and yet flutily parade
whilst tolerating the languorous shade
As he describes his innermost inhibitions
without interference or shame
In the distance, expanding their horizons together
Both aware 'tis a harbinger of the end game
Long ago at twilight we pledged our sweet
love amid trees stretching stark and bare
Yet at our rendezvous the very next night
I was alone in my despair
Now in the sunset of my days, again
In the pastoral Eden I stand with you
In a bliss beyond love, our souls
coalesce as we begin our lives anew
Sundial numerals illuminate
Knowing noon narrow shadow arrow strikes
Flicks ‘round corners of maze elaborate
Heraldic daffodil, dormant out psychs
Lion, amber assured stride resolute
Teams beside mine, admires canter cloud bounce
Trembled meshing manes make brushstrokes astute
Abstract turns apparent, rewound amounts
Labyrinth lane secures our fears slumbering
Canary chortle performs audacious
Honey wine celebrates when Summer brings
Walls torched in lofty laughing blazes
Flung flaxen, fertile wheat fields’ wispy waltz
Scorched xanthe seeds multiply dream results
24th July
Yellow Leo
Begin Anew
May days are laced with the coming warmth of June.
Its gentle breath is sweetened by fresh flowers.
Summer thoughts cling tight to sunlit rays at noon,
still the shadow dreams of planned vacation hours.
Night is graced with fullness, a big orange moon,
appearing off and on through traveling clouds.
Earth has given signs of summer solstice due,
a clarion call to all “Begin Anew.”
5/30/2024
Flowers in bloom
Sky’s of blue
Pink pink petals
All around you
Everything’s greener
Hope’s anew
All because you decided
on a different view
hopeful sunrises replace
Dreadful nights
bright orange sky’s instead
Of a bruised sights
All because a boy
Showed you can trust the light
Rushing towards it
With courage and might
He gazes and smiles
It was true all along
erases the feeling
That I do not belong
Stay in this feeling
Sing my new song
This is my being
She can never be wrong
I feel like a fool
Not sticking to You
Never was it too
good to be true
Oh how this time
I know what to do
Will the world be reborn?
Or will this empty bliss be all that we know?
What can we do?
Can we say anything?
If we can keep on living like we did, then how will we know?
Where do we come from?
Before the dust, the cells, the rocks, and the veins of the earth?
Do we have to choose between torment and singing songs that we never wrote?
Singing out of joy that is not our own?
Why must wear these white robes?
If we are kings, why are we not in control?
Are we and the slaves you give us one and the same?
Can we change our names?
Can we change and create anything?
Where is our art?
Where are the things we take pride in, other than money and gold?
Will we see our dreams come to life?
Or will they stay unknown, even to ourselves?
You will do new things,
But what about us?
What will we do?
What can we do?
Help me dear Lord, when I'm transfixed,
when something else - I am affixed.
Snap off, tear down, that sinful thing,
that in your house, I dwell within.
Help me when I am cast astray,
made easy to this worldly prey.
Wear Christ's armour, and bare his skin,
that in your house, I dwell within.
When hardened hearts, do stop and stare,
I turn to you in gracious prayer.
Be my help, my strength, my brethren,
that in your house, I dwell within.
So cleanse my thoughts and cleanse my heart,
and make each day a brand new start.
So that each moment, I begin,
that in your house, I dwell within.
03.15.2023
Grey clouds convene and -
take the sun as prisoner.
Only then... snow falls.
01.16.2024
Cold feet weigh the bantam kid whose ears seized phantom
wail risk-taker jargon of win-or-lose bargain.
All so suddenly the weather starts hitting a little harder than usual
Just like that the rains don't drip of heartbreak and loss anymore
And when one glances up at the trees
they dance in the bracing winds that smell of clandestine feelings creeping in slowly
The silver moon shines brighter than usual tonight
Maybe it has sensed the change of seasons
And when I stand under the majestic night tonight
The wind howls in my ears and pleads my hair to wave him goodbye
And under the whimsical silver beam of the moon,
Tonight I'm born anew.
Everything’s changed
And still not a damn thing at all.
The same routine, the same people, the same monotonous circles I run.
Everything the same.
The clock still ticks forward.
My heart is still beating.
Yet I yearn for a change.
To leave me behind
To start anew
To find a new gold in this pile of despair.
I think I finally understand
The stories never told
The voices that echo in my soul.
All yearning for a change.
To start anew.
it feels deeply disingenuous,
making plans with a person you know you don’t truly want to share a future with
perhaps i’m more selfish than i let on
perhaps i’m not as truthful as i thought
how does someone go about ending things
there is so much of me in your life
my room is full of evidence
that you’ve been here,
in my life,
my bed,
inside of me
i will to paint over you in my walls
and wash you from my sheets
i will repeat my name to myself
until it is mine again
until my skin is mine again
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