Last night I drifted between dreams.
The dawn was too weak to keep me awake.
I closed my eyes with intention—
to step back through the curtain.
The dream re-opened lucid,
not as I had left it then,
but as I wanted it to be.
I warped the path of the flowing stream.
Its waters following my lead.
I called to the spirits,
the half-seen and half-forgotten,
and they came in up close.
They hummed their mantras,
their eyes enlivened with flame.
Their fire did not burn.
It melted old dregs away;
things I had clung to.
Renewal rose through my chest,
bright and oddly burden free
I pressed through the ashes.
Sought not to awaken but to reshape—
To change what was fixed.
The dream became pliable.
A soft-clay under my breath.
I felt doubt and concern as,
I opened the door, entered the space,
feet bare on the floor.
Each corridor was pliant for me—
the walls redrew with each sleepy sigh.
When morning awoke and returned,
the dream’s pulse still beat in me.
As my eyes opened, I knew,
that we can rearrange whorls,
when sleep and waking coalesce.
Golden sunsets paint the sky,
Stars appear in evening's hue,
Night's soft whisper starts to sigh,
Golden hues upon the mountains high.
Night's soft whisper starts to sigh,
Moonlight dancing on the sea,
Silent hours of darkness fly,
Night's soft shadows softly lie.
Silent hours of darkness fly,
Shadows cast by moon's pale light,
Dreams and secrets softly tie,
Silent hearts that beat in night.
Dreams and secrets softly tie,
Heartbeats echoing through the night,
In the stillness, spirits fly,
Dreams that in our souls reside.
Can you feel heels and laughter spin,
rotating and dizzy on scattered dots?
Throwback beat in the air is blasting
music and bodies stay in circulation.
Rotating and dizzy on scattered dots,
nothing can compare to this dance.
Melodic transfusion revitalizes the soul.
Throwback beat in the air is blasting,
a snapshot of every couple before them.
Longing electrifies those neon panels.
Music and bodies stay in circulation,
never enough feather boa smooches.
Dark euphoria dresses up that disco ball.
Sweet is the impulse of love,
the fundamental reason for life...
Dreams of love,
shine in the light of the stars,
adorn the illuminated sky,
with immeasurable divine splendor...
When loving hearts,
beat in the same rhythm,
peace falls asleep peacefully,
life becomes beautiful and shines
the earth breathes pure air...
When true love happens
living is a gigantic act
dreaming and waking,
is an excellent harvest...
Quiet weep
This inspiring song strongly reinforces our global beliefs, originating from the depths of Africa. The chorus has gained considerable popularity online. While some may argue that it is more radical than spiritual, I respectfully disagree. It resonates deeply with those who hold these beliefs
“No turning back” comes with a lot of meaning, behind this chorus line
I know of a lot of Genz who do believe in religion
But to see how they react to the chorus “I have decided to follow Jesus
Make us believe that we can conquer the devil.
They took up, they crossed and followed thee
Was it the beat in the songs or the lyrics that inspired so many
Of them to get up and dance along?
As poets, we might refer to this as zigging and zagging,
As Genz will probably say, free up your minds
I would say trust the song, not the singer
Distressing without demonstrating.
Camping without thinking,
Moving gracefully without political approvals
Let them see the youth at their best.
And more things as the Caribbean would
They come to play. No turning back
Let's play with our hearts under the sky of an endless night,
to exchange them like falling stars losing their brilliance,
asking for nothing in return, just a silent dance of fate,
to feel how my heart beat in silence and longing, to know how yours did.
Let's play with our hearts like children sharing secrets,
but you're afraid to step on the unknown path of love,
I to learn to let oblivion dress my memories in thin veils,
you to learn how to love without reservations, without chains.
Let's play with our hearts for a day, just one day of eternity,
you to cry with tears heavy like rain on dry fields,
and I to laugh at them, turning them into rainbows of hope.
Let's play with our hearts without words, just with the murmur of blood,
you to listen to how mine beats like an old clock in an empty house,
I to listen to how yours lies, weaving stories of light and shadow.
Let's play with our hearts and then take them back,
you to receive your heart empty and cold like a stone under the moon,
I to receive mine full of echoes, full of "Us," like an old song.
In the realm of the heart which served as our guide
For vanities sake we cheated and lied
And all of the signs that lighted our way
Now darkened and silent had lead us astray
In our haste to proclaim that all must belong
We abandoned our will to see right from wrong
So we searched to the west, we searched to the east
Yet ever within did we search there the least
Now between every beat in a darkening hush
Each step of retreat in a frightening rush
And doubts every treason reflected in tears
Did overlay reason with maddening fear
Here Death came a stalking, unheeded, unsought
And sold us the wares we had already bought
So we pelted headlong into welcoming arms
Whose offered embrace was enticingly warm
We took all the things Death offered in spades
And with them adorned our newly dug graves
Of the angels that scry and mark every sin
No stroke may belie nor ever forfend
The promise averred yet never attained
In souls so conferred with indelible stain
In the depths of that meeting, an echo of a silent love was born,
like a hidden whisper in the cold wind embracing the sleeping earth,
and every moment spent together became a page from an untold story,
where words were unnecessary, and their silence was full of deep meanings.
He looked at her as a winter miracle, a rare flower in a frozen garden,
and in her eyes, he saw the reflection of a universe defying the chill of time,
a place where desires and regrets blend into a symphony of emotions,
where each note vibrates with the promise of a spring to come.
In that life-filled silence, he understood that beauty is not only in what you see,
but in how you feel, in how each touch becomes a prayer,
and that sometimes, the deepest connections are formed from unspoken things,
from moments of quiet where their hearts beat in unison, without a word spoken.
Thus, in the eyes of the world, time may seem to freeze, but in their hearts,
the fire of love burns unceasingly, like a flame that knows no end in the heart of winter,
and every memory becomes a warm light, shining in the frozen darkness,
a testament to a bond that transcends the seasons and the passage of time.
I don't understand it
And I never understood it
How vehement disdain can beat in the chest
And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest
The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet
Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak
Yes. They speak to me in ways I can no longer ignore
Their frigidity penetrates my warm heart; my heart feels, so it knows how they abhor
Why? But how could this be the reality?
When I thought we were loving friends and family
Fantasy, what a painful fantasy to live
And all because love is what I wanted to receive and give
I never understood it
And never will I understand it
Frozen flames hide between the pages of every forgotten memory,
I leaf through them like a treasure seeker through silent sands,
censoring events of the past like falling stars,
I dive deep into the painting on the wall, a portal to another world,
each blink feels like an eternal echo of unwritten love,
yet on that mysterious night, I found a secret page,
where my heart beat in double rhythm, a dance of stars,
the roof opened for the moon to pour its silver into my soul,
a memory wove itself from the light when I held your hand with longing,
recoloring our years, a fresco of devoted and pure love,
at the heart of all things, I rediscovered that forgotten feeling,
the canvas opens like a secret universe, a chapter of solid gold,
the beautiful canvas, bound by the threads of time, shines eternally,
the flames touch every wall, marking our passage together,
in perfect harmony, we are two intertwining souls,
laminating our love in eternity, a testament of united souls.
Love, since I first saw you, you are a dream scattering through my thoughts,
like a river of light flowing ceaselessly through the valleys of my silent mind.
I try to forget you, if only for a day, to find peace in the silence of forgetting,
but my heart refuses to part from you, anchored in your eternal longing.
Since my heart began to beat in your rhythm, I am a prisoner of longing,
for your laughter is the symphony that fills my days, and your smile, a meadow of dreams,
a living painting in the gallery of my soul, where each glance is a promise,
and, love, I just want you to know that you are the source of every smile I wear.
In the quiet of velvet nights, when stars weave stories about you,
I wonder if you too listen to the song of my heart, which finds its peace in you,
a longing that burns eternally, like a lighthouse illuminating the path in the darkness of time,
always leading me back to you, where every moment becomes a living poem.
An acorn in the ground growing
A mighty river flowing
The sun rising each day
It shines and lights the way
Starry stars in the sky at night
Dreamy thoughts of taking a celestial flight
The steadfast beat in your chest
A reason to keep going and do your best
a poet’s heart is stitched with ghosts
inked in sorrow, bled in prose
each word a whisper, a breath, a sigh
woven from shadows that never die
by candle’s flicker, by midnight’s call
the verses rise, the echoes fall
secrets carved in tattered rhyme
lingering past the reach of time
the quill, a blade, it cuts so deep
wounds that fester, wounds that weep
yet in the dark, the lines take shape
a ghostly hand, a silken scrape
no rest for souls that write in pain
their voices spill like autumn rain
trapped in pages, bound in ink
forever speaking from the brink
so read these words but read them well
for poets live where phantoms dwell
their hearts still beat in lines they weave
even in death, they never leave
our love is like bubble gum kisses
sweet and sticky a childish delight
a playful game of back and forth wishes
holding hands we soar to new heights
our hearts beat in sync with every chew
an explosion of flavor a burst of bliss
with every kiss our love feels anew
a moment frozen in time we won't miss
but as the gum loses its saccharine taste
we're left with nothing but an empty space
the bubble pops our love leaves in haste
leaving us alone to pick up the pace
so let's savor each kiss like it's our last
before our bubble of love is forever past
May your eyes be my heart
You are so kind, honest, and fine, your love is my line
Let it be fine, I pay it for you, oh my hoped-loved life
The love of your heart is the way to beat in your desire
Your eyes are a world in my life, give me a trip to your life
Your purity is a medicine, let it an open pool to my life
I want to feel my savior’s soul in my heart, to bathe by
I see myself in your eye, but my mirror is blind, closed your eyes
Why? Don’t be a marble stone. Dead heart. Mine knocking
Knocking and asking your life, where is my eye in your life?
May your eyes be my heart
I don’t need you
My eyes are on your hoped
and loved heart
Inside
Don’t be cruel
Says life
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