Best Destin Poems
She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,
Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,
When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,
Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -
J.A.B.
As my youth goes yonder her beauty says to me yet, bet, yea,
in my mouth the word beautiful becomes a flavor of valor,
she likes to whisper moments of sad love & tender tragedy
into the ears of quiet poets as they trace the perfection of the Present
with quills dipped in the tails of comets destin for drama,
as you walk wantonly along trails her melody invites
she'll scorn with a question of why are you here with her
then the nails she sharpens with teeth of nurture
will attach One to a cross of commitment, a relic of costly consumption,
because she must have you
as a shadow must have a soul to follow
within the humiliation of Light,
as an owl finds comfort in the concealment of night,
so subtle in admission of affection
although profuse in protection of the Ones she charms,
sensitivity she cannot escape, always hurting to be an angel,
born to be a Princess with feet in mud and eyes on the stars,
deserving dreams of diamonds cast on diadems
while living to endure harsh humanity
an adequate lover her timeframe will accept,
quotes from adolescence she repeats romanticaly,
'Love me in the heat, love me on the ice,
defend me from the cheat, define me despite the price',
alone in her desire I am the champion of her fire -
J.A.B.
Sadly enough
I'm running out of time
I remind myself
it is love that I can't find
And this knowledge
That I bear
Means nothing if I cannot share
And this pain I must endure
Will be in vain forever more
And destiny which was never mine
Is still so fresh on my mind
All is Lost and gone
But why can't I just move on
I will never find Peace at last
If I can never get away from my past
I just want someone to love
Someone tell me that I'm okay
Tell me I don't have to feel this way
All alone and to my dismay
I watch myself wither away
Already gave you all that I have
In desperate attempt
To have what you have
I'll never be as happy as you
As sad as it is you know it's true
But I couldn't hurt people like you do
And you do it so well
like it's nothing new
I guess before my time is through
I should show the world what I can do
Even though the truth
you care not to know
I can see the love
that you feared to show
Soon the whole world
will know my name
I refuse to live a life in vain
Motivated by anger deception and pain
My revenge will fall like rain
Then you all will feel my pain
Then you'll know what I did I did for you
Then you'll know my love was true
Then you'll understand
What I had to do
À JAMAIS
je n’aurais jamais cru
que le jour viendrait
toujours j’ai pensé
que je serais là pour toi
et toi pour moi
jamais je n’aurais cru
que si soudainement
la fin arriverait
comment ai-je pu laisser
le destin t’arracher de mes bras
notre pour toujours et à jamais
désormais derrière nous
Translated from my poem FOREVER
AP: 2nd place 2021
There are no new dreams for me to seek
My life is all written, everyday just seems bleak
I have made all my choices, my future is set
No more days to look forward to just duty and debt
I've lived all my new days that I have to live
Now everyday is mundane and all I do is give
I miss all the new things that being young brings
Theres new love and new dreams and all sorts of things
Now all there is is work, laundry, dishes, and kids
I know when I wake this is all my day brings
I've given up on wishing, I've given up on dreams. I've given up on hoping this is
how it all seems.
Some days I don't even want to get out of bed
I wish I could just lay down and rest my tired head
I've looked and I've looked for excitment to come
But as of today I can't think of just one
I look at my kids and see dreams in their eyes
But instead of being happy for them I just turn and cry
I know this is wrong, I know it's not fair
I should be a better mother and show them I care
I want them to have their hopes and their dreams
To have a better life than my past could bring
And even though I know this is the life I'm destin to have
I still want more , does that seem so bad?
J'ai appris que jamais, les anges ne mentent
Car tout ce qui est faux, emprisonne nos âmes
Loin d'un ciel bien trop haut, dans un destin infame
Lié au sort mauvais, que la tristesse hante
Si tes mots s'effilochent dans de fourbes vibrations
Comme un pauvre instrument, au son désaccordé
En mon corps je ressens l'absence de vérité
Et chasse sans reproche ces affabulations
Je prie pour le pardon, que la grâce divine
Libère ainsi tes chaines et apporte la lumière
qu'au fond de toi reviennent, nobles paroles sincères
Et renoue le cordon à la paix d'origine
Et souviens toi que tricher, ralentit ton destin
Les anges ne mentent pas, ils ne pourraient pas voler
Le poids du mensonge est trop lourd à porter
Et désormais ta vie est entre tes mains.
They found each other when time changed course
unhindered, at destinations that had never known routes
drawn by the call of their karma, they dance blind,
the saga of two universes, and their thirst for one another
songs get rewritten in the brilliance of their mystery
worlds left behind helpless, from earlier times
ruthless in their hunger, they are destin to bury
old promises and hopes, disappearing from forgotten futures...
They had known each other through Time's fatal force
undaunted by the wreckage of starved stars,
magnetized by the miracle of electric love ore,
a Master and a Mistress of cosmic kiss, serving one another
appetites of ancient arousal flourished between their flames,
cravings becoming concepts of breath with logic lost to instinct,
living commandments of creation, lightening and comets at their command,
shadows and sands besiege many plans, yet their universe withstands -
A Collaboration From The Quills of Bindu & Justin
With our Shoshone friends and escorts we are headed to the Nez Perce Trail,
an ancient path that joins the West to East, its late August
the pines smell spiced with emerald soul, wise and healthy,
its getting harder to breathe but easier to believe
that we are destin to be the poets of our own history,
Cameahwait and his guides are solemn in their acquiescence
to show us where the Missouri is birthed, reticent they are
we know not why but we are ecstatic to behold the source
which we shall pass before reaching the trail,
uphill into a clearing of gentle jades of green
on ground soft with the moisture of fertility
a thin stream slowly skips through a tumbling journey
as we ascend between the budding hips of this mountain
the stream becomes no more than a gurgling trickle
slipping down from the snowy peaks,
each of us takes a turn standing over this mountain menstruation
with a foot on both sides as a gesture of respect and conquest
how far we've come, and labored
against the whims, fury and power of the Missouri
and here we are, giants above it's innocence,
J.A.B.
La vie et la mort ont ete separes
Et ils ne pourront plus se cotoyer
ils crient de leur douleurs
sans pouvoir arreter leur pleurs
la vie lui envoie des ames qui quittent notre monde
pour lui montrer combien elle lui manque chaque seconde
la mort recoit ses cadeaux
et les range de sitot
la vie est remplie de folie
on y pleure souvent et on y rit
la mort est remplie de douleurs
ou ces ames errantes n'arrivent pas a secher leur pleurs
ils se sont separes
comme une riviere par un rocher
mais la fin du chemin
ils se rencontreront car c'est leur destin
A heavenly rose
She is the fire in my life
The Brightest star which I can move close to
My thoughts,
Love is not just something you take
It's got to be given
There she was, clothed in black velvet
Long brown tresses Flowing scarlet full lips
Light brown skin brown eyes
The epitome of Cardiac devastation
I didn't know how to love her until this
Moment in time the midnight hour
Her power Destin to Devotion Devour
Platinum love potion
Desire the notion she is fire
She is every extreme I've dreamed
A heavenly rose
A man without a car is a poor fellow,
It’s like a cowboy without a horse, a lonely soul,
He doesn’t know what to do or who to visit in the ranches,
He walks alone in Los Angeles or Dallas,
He can’t visit the great rivers of Utah,
Nor go to photograph the mighty bisons,
Everything is complicated without a car, without a horse,
The cowboy can’t dress himself in California,
He can only feed on salads or sweet poetry;
Everything is difficult, buying a book, a new razor,
Look at the shooting stars above Lake Powell,
Everything is so far away, the flowers on the green hills,
A cowboy without a horse is not free, poor fellow
He can’t cross the Grand Canyon or Arizona fields,
He sees no sun, nor can he meet again his friends,
The gold diggers, the noisy saloons, the poor fellow,
The poor fellow, he is not master of his destiny.
Un homme sans voiture, c’est un pauvre bougre,
C’est comme un cowboy sans cheval, sans âme,
Il ne sait que faire, ni qui visiter dans les ranchs,
Il marche solitaire dans Los Angeles ou Dallas,
Il ne peut visiter les grandes rivières D’Utah,
Ni s’en aller photographier les puissants bisons,
Tout est compliqué sans voiture, sans cheval,
Le cowboy ne peut s’habiller en Californie,
Il ne peut que se nourrir de salades ou de poésie ;
Tout est difficile, acheter un livre, un rasoir neuf,
Regarder les étoiles filantes au-dessus du Lake Powell,
Tout est si loin, les fleurs sur les collines vertes,
Un cowboy sans cheval, n’est pas libre, vous dis-je,
Il ne peut traverser le Grand Canyon, ni l’Arizona,
Il ne voit de soleil, ni ne peut retrouver ses amis,
Les chercheurs d’or, aux saloons bruyants, le pauvre,
Le pauvre bougre, il n’est pas maitre de son destin.
PS, when i come back from the garage friday, i was the happiest man of the world
Tu n'as pas toujours ce que tu veux
Tu dois apprendre a abandonner
Meme les choses les plus cheres a tes yeux
Tu ne peux pas tous les garder
Tu te demande si le probleme vient de toi
Es-tu un obstacle pour ton propre bonheur
Qu'as tu fais de faux dis moi
Seche tes larmes et tes pleurs
Certaines choses nous sont innacessibles
Nous devons les oublier
Parce que battre l'impossible
Ca n'est jamais arrivé
Tu me dis que tu peux le faire
Et que tu es different
Es-tu vraiment sincere
Es-tu vraiment conscient
Tu es plonge dans une periode de desarroi
Tu sais qu tu n'arriveras a rien
Dans ce monde tu ne peux pas etre le roi
Tu dois tracer ton propre chemin
Crois tu vraiment a la joie?
Crois tu vraiment au destin?
Personne ne sait ce que te cache ton futur
Seras-tu plonge dans l'euphorie ou dans le dur?
Ne gache pas ta vie a cause d'un evenement
Profite de chaque moment tant qu il est encore temps
C'est vrai que je te dis ca
Mais moi meme je ne l'applique pas
Non je ne me moque ps de toi
C'est la verite crois moi
L'humain est le meilleur
Pour donner une opinion
Quand il faut passer a lacte
Il oublie meme sa propre solution
C'est le probleme entre le coeur et la raison
Je ne sens pas quoi te dire
Je suis la si tu veux parler
Fais moi entrer dans ton coeur
Je ne te dirai que la vérité
Author's suggestion - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jALL1_KdN8 - as you read
Don't forget to continue to "23 Stones Part 2"
I built this path, I laid these stones
With love I set down, a path thru gorse
With each one I found I sought
I left a bit of self, lonely fraught
You saw the 'crete, a simple path lain
You hopped across my lovelorn road of pain
Each one was a testament to my joy
To my heart with which you did toy
July was for the look, your disdain
The girl I wanted, to overcome, to reign
August for the great, you left, you left
I felt as lone schooler, single, bereft
September for the Autumn you brought back
You suddenly appeared, cross creek I you raf't
October for the halloween we fretted, suspicious
Not knowing if this was poision, or love, delicious
November for the flurries, your snowy birthday dance
We clashed and sparred, felt wintry love lance
December we cautious, pirouetting, eyeing
Into the New Year we wary spying
January came, we started class, knew new stress
Pricked apart, yet came, together crass
February came, new Cupid new shuffle
We tested limits, stepped away feath'rs ruffl'd
March came out of their wedding bliss
We fought over future, could we hit 'r miss
April brought a new creature, the finals
We pushed through together, equals and rivals
May brought Florida, Destin, so perfect
Fourteen brought us joy and warmth, circumspect
June again, now almost a year
I felt the nervousness, relationship a year
...Continued in "23 Stones Part 2"
As the time creeps near
Hold back your fear
Swallow that lump
Did you hear that bump?
Creeping creeping creeping ever
so close
No one recognizes the danger, no one knows
A chill runs up your spine, fear
grows
Ice in the air as the wind blows
Barely holding strong, pushing down the scream
Solid darkness not a single sunray nor light beam
Knowing its so close you can taste its stink
Quickly over taken you no time to think
Fear collapses your legs, dead stops your feet
You know for sure this time its death that youre destin to meet
The lump in your throat impossible to swallow
Finally you lay yours eyes on those that will always remain completely hollow...
Petites manies
Grandes superstitutions -
Dompter le destin.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.