Greatness Arising
From the ashes greatness shall arise
I am the cold hard truth buried beneath your darkest secrets.
Your bull.
Your drama
Your nonsense
Your karma
your lies.
You will never break me no matter how hard you try.
I am connected to the universe
The stars above me
etched into my eyes
I am a Magical
Mythical
Mystical
Mythological creature.
I am a Bi Polar soldier
Living with a mental disorder.
Out of time.
Out of touch.
Out of date.
Out of reach.
Out of order.
Written by Adrian Bogdal 10/11/2025
violet dancing in a desert.. like a stormy aura...
Writing before bed
Last night, with a noisy storm, I was annoyed
had to wait until November, usually the gods
of the weather let it lose in late October
My writing room was cold, but not cold enough
to switch on the electric heating that is too dear
since the Chinese bought the grid
I went to bed early, with a duvet and a blanket
It is warm enough to fall asleep
But I thought of a poem or story, my poetry has
an element of storytelling, I wrote the piece in
My head even used commas and full stops
thought of getting up, writing it down, and said to
Myel will remember it tomorrow, nevertheless
The confounded poem kept me awake
In the morning, I could not remember the poem
But I didn't despair, knew that it would pop
up again in some form or another
I am grateful for all the angels I’ve had in my live…
and grateful that when they appeared…
I heeded them…
Including those strangers who came along
to help…at the exact time when I needed them.
I wish we were blessed
as Luciano De Crescenzo was…
to see everyone as a sister or brother…
When he said:
We are each of us angels with only one wing
and we can only fly…by embracing one another
Hell is now totally empty,
Since Satan relocated to your heart;
His angels in you are plenty —
Our once-blossoming love they've torn apart.
His voice in you speaks violence,
Courting hatred and spite instead of love;
Abhorrent of our quietness,
So peace and happiness it strives to shove.
My presence now stinks like the trash,
Your words burn fierce like tongues forged in hell fire,
They scorch with vigour in a flash,
While you pile up your venoms, never tire.
Satan crawls like a snake in you,
He controls your temper and stains your tongue;
though you're blind to what I go through,
Still, I will love you till breath leaves my lungs.
ideal love is like a flourished, dreamful sunrise,
I wandered lost through the streets of dread and flame,
Till mercy found me,clothed in stranger's guise;
Lord bless that man who spake not word of shame.
My heart was proud,I spurned my parent's name
I sought the world reaped its vanities;
I wandered lost through the streets of dread and flame.
The night was cold, my soul a heap of blame,
Yet he drew near with pity in his eyes;
Lord, bless that man who spake not word of shame.
He questions soft-''What land from whence thou came?''
I told of fields beneath Free Statean skies;
I wandered lost through the streets of dread and flame,
He spake of home , of love that never maim.
Of mother's tears that never truly dies;
Lord, bless that man who spake not word of shame.
He gave me fare,and bread,and hope became
A living light where one was compromise;
I wandered lost through streets of dread and flame
Lord,bless that man who spake not word of shame.
Bear , with me,Lord, upon my lonely way;
Your guiding hand I need to see the light,
And keep my soul from going astray.
My steps once led with a corrupted band;
We ran the streets where bullets ripped the night;
I know the cell and the cold and empty hand.
Despised and homeless,lost in my own land,
You kept me safe,allowed a second sight;
Now bear with me,I kneel to understand.
My heart turned cold to kindness freely shown;
I trod down paths of malice and strife,
And left behind a bitter seed I'd sown.
For what I did,let justice take its own;
I failed to amend my wasted,harmful life,
And now,with shattered pride,I stand alone.
Stripped of all pride,my hollow heart is bare;
Emptied of self,I know that you are right,
Bear with me,Lord,upon my lonely way
My phone said,'' Pay your screen time's high!''
I said '' Dear Soso,prophets lie''
It buzzed again,''Repent,recharge!''
I blamed WI-FI,life at large.
It knows my heart,my cravings,my schemes,
My father's father, my memes.
I'd do anything to save my soul,
But how scroll to toward self-control?
I was a disroped shadow,
alone on an island,
far from the wife, kids,
clubs, cars and the mansion.
How would I move back to the highland,
with my character, dignity and identity
now a transgression.
As each day passed
things continued to worsen.
Boozed bloodshot eyes of stress,
I thought to myself,
could this be the end,
was I gasping for my last breadth?
Had my day of reckoning finally come?
I looked in the mirror,
no one was there, all was lost.
Somehow an inner strength came,
who knows from where,
this was my angelic avenger,
I would hold her at all cost.
My Joan of Arc,
I certainly did not call,
she was manifested
from enduring this ferocious storm.
This new foundation
that would end my fall,
everlasting strength was here.
I had been Reborn.
tormented soul soothes by Jesus 'unruffled ,serene
harmony is ...like an angelic daisy which thrives on growing wild...
An yeasty, valiant hyacinth is like the song of the sky
When conscious of who I was and who I am delivered,
A sense of giving all my all, where previously I quivered.
I tried my best in all I did, through challenges diverse,
While others walked on smoother paths — for better, or for worse.
Though they had their problems, I watched them on the quest,
And when they died, it’s said of them, they truly did their best.
It puzzled me each time they passed, where silently I fell,
Pondering their journey — to heaven through a hell?
Guess so many try their best in everything they do,
Persevering and persisting, primely pushing through.
This unpredictable life with challenges, driven by mere hope,
And hope is hard to hold, down that shifty slope.
However, we're not good enough if we do not aim;
To float along should be wrong, such a shabby shame.
However, when my angel comes and carries me in rest,
I understand myself: they'll brand, “She did her very best.”
— Rest in Peace
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