Best Illuminative Poems
In uncontrollable destinies,
fate is visible, signposted with faith.
In limitations of the intangible unforeseen,
tribulations from tangible organisms,
leave a heart yearning to release
the force from kundalini kismet.
What am I,
but a speck of dust,
spinning from nothingness,
composed in a complex analogy,
but more than just a meaningless metaphor.
Pursuing conscience consciousness,
a misunderstood muse in a poetic garden,
sowing seeds for a wallflower soul
to bloom as an orchid in Eden's orchards -
to feel mercy from heavenly raindrops.
A once, dysfunctional mind,
scribbled as an unmetered sonnet,
but with an eagle spirit
healing from wounded wings,
caged within a circle of sins,
polishing the heart to coexist.
Firmly planting my roots into
the mouth of mother earth.
Feeding on morsels of
atonement and redemption.
Eternally exploring self-reflection,
wishing internal paths lead to steps
with simple sentiments of silence.
Hoping illuminative energy liberates,
to ease the adversity of climbing
towards the zenith of zen -
to flourish in sunflower serenity.
Shadow’s Passion
by Odin Roark
A child’s imagination holds light’s oft guised presence in wonder,
As adult recklessly consume its flame of spirit and heart.
Left behind are ashes of once conscious pursuits
Now reduced to icy coals of ignorance
Once the far off enemy of reason.
However…
Our innately wired candles
Desperately protect the threatened glow,
While ravenous hunger continues insatiate,
Stretching, invading, smothering
Life’s illuminative entitlement and privilege.
As the nescient pandemic rages
Nature’s glimmer fights back,
Casting ever faithful shadows at first,
Preparing for revealment,
Inviting children with dreams to enjoin as companion and buddy
While unsullied conscience finds continuance
And its rightful chance.
Fortunately…
Enough will discover light’s natural purpose
Its perseverance in gradually presenting epiphany’s overhead moment
When the undeniable becomes a singular reality,
When shadow’s invisible passion is embraced,
Even as adulthood’s arrival often threatens imagination
Into an acquiescent and shadowless landscape.
Tireless Universe
by Odin Roark
Time defies denial,
Knowing well its empirical presence
Will never be of absence.
Dense as its surrounding matter,
Its aged archives remain
Forever fortressed beneath passage and growth,
Like termite mounds of tunneled journeys,
A labyrinth of cosmic dust
Forever of remnant coatings
Upon endless bell tolling posterity.
Here within the maze of stellar nurseries,
Time’s infinite presence passes through our microcosm
As we attempt to aggrandize selfhood
Beyond its limitations.
Like the beam of a miner’s lamp,
Our import seeks to impact the void,
While this depth of immense profundity
Reveals our illuminative essence
As more akin to a spark of flint
Confronting the revelation of existence.
Perhaps…
Somewhere beyond our consciousness,
Smiles mix with duration’s yawn,
Humoring the metaphysical malady of rest deprivation.
After all,
Like time,
Existence has never slumbered.
Such a tireless universe this.
Bolehland recorded one of the greatest mystery in modern air travel....
A full passenger jet plane that mysteriously went missing into thin air...
Despite spending millions in a long and exhaustive search...
Nothing of definitive interest came up all through the very costly search...
Spearheaded by experts from Australia, the search scoured the murky depths of the Indian Ocean...
The search extended into months but there was nought to show in the seabed of the mighty ocean...
Now a couple of years later, debris are supposedly being washed up...
It has appeared over there on the sands of distant Madagascar...
With the world moving on, the interest has waned given the numerous false alarms...
Of debris being found occassionaly from that ill fated jet liner...
Now, here it comes, the latest clanger in this saga of MH370.......
The Malaysian consul to handle the return of MH370 debris..
Was found assassinated before the debris were handed over...
What devilry is this, or was there something more sinister...
Could it be mere coincidence or could it be something bigger...
Death stalks mysteriously, or is it cloak and dagger duggery in high circles.....
That masks the mysterious disappearance of passenger jetliner MH370...
Will future illuminative events unfurl or will truth will never be known...
For the 238 death toll on that ill fated jetliner residing in a watery grave in parts unknown......
#My_abandoned_friend
Focused so much on my grind and neglected you, tossed you so far, less I knew how wild and unsafe this universe was, today i saw my contributed evil deeds, evident all over your face, hardly recognized the once illuminative smile, could hear the fading and in crawling stage the laughter you made,
realised how wrong have I totally been, for looking only where I was headed, forgot that I once vowed to friend you come what may, so much has this life snatched from you, so much i ran out of objects around me when counting , so shameful i call myself a friend, your friend in particular,
saying this with shame ,today I met a friend, a once good one for that matter, after so much many years, realised how savaging indeed this life was capable, so lil of what was,
realised how much life has taken its toll over you, so much only so little in your presence I could familiarize, realised how irreparable, time and space has taken away from our friendship, so bad my peace still restless,
so much has this time taken from you, so little I could still say we once had, so fearful and scary I wish had never left our friendship station, for all was just picture perfect, now the future painting we jointly painted, has just few pieces of what was, so bad one would deny if that was what was,
how bad I blame myself for leaving so early, I mean chasing my dreams by self, how selfish was it of me, today I saw the scattered pieces of that friendship, broken so bad one would barley noticed its once existence, realised how failed I have failed you, how selfish was I in my hustle, so selfish even in my prayers, though I call myself a believer
like a mirror, she carried so much broken pieces in her smile and there lied my failure, I have failed not only her but our friendship, like Judas Escariot, my deception weigh so heavy upon my conscience, my abandoned friend
#Poetic_Ink