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Out of date.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
Sun arises now,
On Earth, and Heaven divine,
Golden souls awake.
Horizon becomes lighter.
Sunrise becomes brighter.
Sky becomes paler.
Clouds become whiter.
Do you ever
Do to yourself
What you've done to others
So you know the pains
That comes with it
It's so crazy
Very lazy acting without thinking.
I just hope
You get
What you
Wish on another
Not preaching
Ain't a pastor
But a God son
God save us
From what we don't know
Bless us
With what we've never own.
Oh dear sir quyeer, its headed for the weir.' And the keepers
Are changing.' Quite a nuisanse indeed.' ( one must fear?)This body is most
Foul..' the stink shall be intense..Many will desert, and your despair become immense.'
Dark cloud arising/
Take me to the place of the dead/
Tell me your secrets/
Show me your ways/
May I know you/
In the morning light/
As I know you/
In the darkness cold/
Let me feel your sweet embrace/
As I caress the darkness/
Take me with you/
As the journey unfolds/
For I am your twin/
Dark cloud arising/
Lead me into the night/
That I may speak/
Your philosophy in the heat of day/
No harmful or irksome thoughts
stir this mind to absolute madness,
and away from annoying, frequent sounds:
only peacefulness soothes irritated senses;
I may fall asleep and dream
in a state of false reality,
letting the fanciest fantasy
enter the bloodstream!
The crimson sunset arising over the wind-swept moor
alleviates the mood of daily woes such as this murmur;
the torrid day, unlikely a dry desert, gives into a cool breeze:
nothing is heard above and under but the shrilling of a geese!
All the joyous smiles flashed by others were missed by me,
and the craving was stuck into my throat unable to spit it out
and feel the relief I needed to carry me through a painless night;
firebugs aren't pretty butterflies, they glow and suddenly flee!
Pitter patter, patter pitter,
sings the rain upon the roof.
In attic room I hear its call,
I hear its dreary water fall.
Rumble grumble, grumble rumble,
crackles, crumbles, in my eardrums.
Fee-fie-fos revoke my sleep,
and ravage what thy labor reaped.
Sizzle sazzle, sazzle sizzle,
bolts light up the deadbeat sky.
Grey clouds linger, solemn, aching -
crying rivers, peace forsaking.
Then still the air, the air so still,
blue skies replace the dark-grey hue.
And bright the day, all worries ceasing,
gone the storm, dark retreating.
And now I know what I should do,
If e'er I'm lost in life's dark hour.
'For through the storm I must abide,
to reach the joy on the other side.'
01.02.2024
Happy New Year!
There was something
about the wee hours that inspired him,
There was something
about the tenderness of the day that invigorated him,
The silence buoyed him to a new world,
The ambience brightened his chamber,
The elements that called him from slumber
signalled the time to go on an idyllic stroll,
The hidden was revealed,
He saw through the fog,
A path meandered through the woods.
This is my father’s story,
His years of craftsmanship abridged,
He stooped,
He leapt,
He conquered.
September 4, 2023.
Hot sun
a stirring
in scarlet hours.
Sleeping beauty rises
Red rose.
Fragrance
drifts afar
on unseen wings.
Under the golden spell
She is.
Written on March 12, 2022
For: Magical Spell Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Arising at the dawning of the newborn day,
When morning sun shines brightly in the east.
Begin your day with humble gratitude and pray,
Arising at the dawning of the newborn day
That hate and bigotry will forever go away,
That love for family and friends will be increased.
Arising at the dawning of the newborn day,
When morning sun shines brightly in the east.
written June 25, 2021
Cry, cry upon the night, for tense is the day.
The sullen sky exists, as if no other.
The blackbird eyes all those, who dare walk the streets.
This world of man turns, oblivious and still.
For a moment I see, through the eyes of birds.
That I might see the truth, and with wings to fly!
Yearning for serenity of clemency
my restless heart breathed out despair sigh
due to iniquity-virus I couldn’t deny…
…I did long for pardon's healing efficacy.
Midst lurking skepticism of haughty pretense
my mind wrestled against unbelief bout
instilling confusion-angst and sure doubt...
… I then cried for truth's wondrous omnipotence.
With my soul gripped with worldliness' vanity
drifting along sin-damnation flow
sinking in depravity’s quagmire ready to swallow…
…I indeed sought for God’s rescuing security.
Anchored by Christ’s redeeming sacrifice
my faith triumphs in His love so gracious
granting me eternal life, verily precious…
…I now serve the Lord, while with radiant bliss, I arise*.
*Isaiah 60:1 Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee.
April1, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND POETRY PICK 1..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/5/2020.
on the edges
of my mind
you rise
blushed in thoughts
like eastern skies
your breath
whispers in sighs
against flesh
like this wind
suddenly
january's air
seems less
bitter
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