Before the first dawn split the sky,
before light learned to speak,
there was darkness
endless, ancient, alive. ??
From that abyss came chaos,
from chaos came pain,
and from pain came us.
We are not children of the light.
We are forged by shadow,
carved by silence,
tempered by storms no eye has seen.
The world believes darkness destroys.
It does not.
It creates.
It burns away illusion,
tears apart weakness,
and leaves only truth standing.
Your scars are not wounds
they are scripture,
verses written in fire and survival,
proof that you were broken open
only to be rebuilt unshakable. ??
Do not curse the shadows
that raised you.
They taught you what the light never could:
that strength is not given..
it is forged in the places
no one dares to look.
Even the stars were born
from the deepest black,
their brilliance a rebellion
against the void. ??
And so are you.
Rise, not quietly,
but like a prophecy fulfilled.
Rise, not as a survivor,
but as a storm that silences the rain. ??
We are all born of shadows...
and shadows do not fear the dark.
— Heart Hacker ??
The complex secret of life
is simplicity itself:
you're born, you live and you die.
It is a well-thumbed book with
incomprehensible text
which you borrow, you read and
then pass it on to the next.
New Born
By Frank Daub
Putting up the wash – Again
one wooden clothes pin gripped
tightly
in her lips. On toe-tips; blonde hair wind-whipped
dangling in her eyes.
The sun an apricot surprise
on the back of her legs.
All busy hanging clothes
and
Watching in the yard to see the baby lulling in the doze
Of May.
My perennial loving Guard.
Everyone was born once
But not everyone absorbs the
Weight of their name.
And not even rise to carry it with truth.
British-born Kenyan
adventureress globe-trotter
one of the first bush pilots
aviatrix authoress game-spotter
a woman before her time
through and through
who had simultaneous affairs
with Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester
(son of George V)
his older brother Edward, Prince of Wales
(later Edward VIII)
and Denys Finch Hatton too
the Kenya Derby a six-time winner
as an unrivaled thoroughbred racehorse trainer
whom my Dad at EAR&H well knew
as whenever she was able
it was he she would speak to
regarding rail transport of her stable
in 1936 she was the first female
to fly against the wind
let's set the record straight
to get it right
the Atlantic Ocean non-stop solo
from east to west with the night
Born into a family created by relatives.
Some folks come with the blood; others
Come with the character.
Family is the name they respect you for
You can walk,
Before you can speak, before you know
What love feels like or what void can do.
Kinfolks...
They're the ones life introduces at a leisurely pace.
Through the hard days, the quiet nights,
The moment you didn't think you'd make it
Through.
Family is the starting line; lineage is the ones
Who show you.
Who Stays
Who lend an ear
Who lifts,
Who love without feeling the necessity, A reason.
Blood can place you in a house, but residence
Builds you a home; names can tie you to a tree,
But demeanor ties you to an individual
Born into family, formed into relatives and
Somewhere between the two, you acquire the
Truth:
The people who choose you are the ones
Who keep you unharmed.
I rose when mountains were still young,
when dawn had yet to find its tongue;
the world was quiet, shadows sprung~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
I felt the first storm carve the sky,
heard gods in thunder passing by;
their murmurs stitched into my cry~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
Your mortal heart beats soft and brief,
yet stirs my roots with joy and grief;
I cradle both like ancient leaf~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
So rest beneath my ageless frame;
your fleeting life and my endless flame;
we meet, and nothing stays the same~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
No broken fences will be mended
To their own gardens have tended
Look how America has descended
By all the devils it has befriended
Above all laws have transcended
Fix elections and term is extended
Time their swindle was contended
And media who has commended
X really marks the spot is trended
This is exactly what they intended
Don’t care who they have offended
Sh*te will be alright they pretended
As slop up to the top has ascended
AI lie will make everything splendid
But the world gets totally upended
I think we've finally comprehended
Racism religion & fascism blended
Old school rules are simply bended
A f*ck fest that cannot be defended
Say it again, or say nothing
But maybe just little something
Something that must be said
To be replied or fall dead
Birdies repeat their songs
They warble and sing all day long
Other creatures do the same
No matter of their name
Every life tells its tale
It may sound bright, or pale
Same as the light of dawn
Shone before we were born.
If the world is a poem,
then each line contains a sky,
and each stanza is a breath
that refuses to be final.
We are the echo and the echoer,
the question and the quiet answer,
a constellation of colors
born of a single seed of light.
Inspired by Issa Kabayski haiku poem "a bath when you`re born"
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warm hands hold new-born
first breath greets the humid air
water cleans the skin
last gasp turns to mist
cold water soothes the tired bones
heavy hearts find rest
in lifetime no heed
when deceased why wash the skin
can it cleanse the soul
The stars are not lanterns
hung by gods...
they are observers,
ancient scribes
etching the memory
of the universe
into the dark scroll
of night.
They invite us to wonder,
to dream...
to remember
that we are made
of the same fire
that burns in Orion’s chest
and sleeps
in the cradle
of the Milky Way.
~ Were you born in the wrong century? ~
Would you have fit in at King Arthur’s table
been a blood-stained Crusader if able
In Rome, been a patrician or plebe
or like Cassius, have a plot up your sleeve
Would you have pondered with Galileo the night sky
or been a ‘flat-earther’ who never asked why
Would you, like Washington, have forded the Delaware
even if you had but moth-eaten rags to wear
Would you have bad-mouthed cars for the sake of your horse
sabotaged phone lines to preserve Samuel Morse…
Well, let me tell you, as for me,
I would have joined Fred and Barney Flintstone
for a ride on a pterodactyl built for three
"Verses in the Ash,"
is where my soul was born.
Where hot coals singed me,
as ashes covered my tiny body.
My soul was,
"Trapped in Your Pulse."
This body has me trapped,
as a helpless baby.
"I am the asylum of your ache,"
in time as it goes by so slowly.
"I taste your truth,"
the truth of life is bitter.
"Where orchids dream,"
is a place I wish I could live.
A place away from the hot ash and pain,
in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.
We are born in the darkness, the lack of knowledge you see,
raised in a world, to become what we want to be.
Without any wisdom, one can not survive,
there are those out there, who will eat another alive.
The lies and the deceptions, the webs that they weave,
the death in the heart, that they truly leave.
It’s a dog eat dog, world out there, where we have to be,
where the darkness of this world, gains it’s strength, in you and me.
It’s subtle ways of pressing, the changing in the heart,
being raised in the darkness, where we were born, from the start.
All the negative emotions, the very things we feel,
the spoken words of darkness, the hearts that they kill.
Where there is no vision, people perish you see,
born and raised in the darkness, till the truth comes to be.
To obtain knowledge and wisdom, one must see the light,
follow the truth in their heart, that keeps them from their night.
Then as we walk, we must keep our shadows at our feet,
knowing by walking daily in the truth, our darkness we defeat.
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