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The Man Who Carried the Flame

(A Poetic Prophecy)

He walked not with crowds, but with silence.
A hush clung to his steps like a prayer.
The wine of the world he did not drink—
He stored his storms in chalices of fire.

The daughters of dust followed him not for touch,
But for something they could not name—
The way the stars bowed when he passed,
The way

analyzing the dynamics of social interactions

a fear of commitment
 or fear of marriage 
exuberant, swinging
and downright unapoligetic
he calls music
 the woman he always
In every genre she still wishes
to be pleased
even we you disagree
even when she refuses to inspire
even when others don't hear
what your hearing
a little adive
they right people
to tool that htaang
getting it where
you know it should be
when my mind refuses

The Man Who Carried the Light

I walked that road when crisis struck—
voices blurred, strangers recoiled,
and help summoned cold authority.

Then a kind man appeared—
heart vast as hope’s horizon—
he paused his world to meet mine,
ran through traffic, time bending to his kindness.
In less than an hour, my turmoil bowed
to a gentleness I thought lost.

Across the miles, a penny’s cost
multiplies—mockery, bullying, endless arguments
shaded

I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden

I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden,
The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms raging in the depths,
The nights when sleep eluded you, like a fleeting shadow, and the mornings when you rose again, steadfast,
I knew the trials that left deep scars, the wounds

What the Silence Carried

I have loved like windows love the morning-
quietly, without asking to be noticed,
just hoping someone would open them.

There were nights
when the moon knew more about me
than anyone ever would-
how I curled inward,
folding grief into origami birds,
sending them across invisible winds
toward the edge of forgetting.

I have lost things I never held-
names, chances, whole lives
that might've been

If money were just withered leaves carried by the wind

If money were just withered leaves carried by the wind,
I would open a small flower shop on a forgotten street,
where days drift by slowly, and the air smells of fresh, gentle rain,
and the wind always carries the scent of clear mornings.
I would live alone in an old cottage,
deep in the mountains, where the trees are

I am carried by the wind of longing, a leaf in a never-ending storm

I am carried by the wind of longing, a leaf in a never-ending storm,
The wind brings whispers with your name, a melody that once was ours,
Woven through the fabric of my hopes, but the wind knows no home,
It carries promises and illusions, your gaze once anchored, now shattered in shards.
I search in the places you

Crisp Colors Carried By Autumn

Rustling, blowing, whooshing
Like the moments before twilight,
Following shadows home, stolen 
Lights, glistening across the night,
Hesitant as the forest’s calm,
Still blessings, wafting through dawn,
Rising like dew graced petals,
Reflecting the darkness, the loss
Of a moment before morning warms,
Sunlight reaching through the limbs,
Oaks and maples, painted graceful,
Listening to the brilliance of fiery golds,
The satin joy of burgundy and

In the dream of others, I struggle like a leaf carried by unknown winds

In the dream of others, I struggle like a leaf carried by unknown winds,
Caught in a web of desires and expectations not my own, my soul a voiceless prisoner,
I navigate illusions, a shadow lost in a maze of borrowed dreams,
And wonder, with each step, how much of me remains, how much is lost in the

Carried away

Somewhat needed.
Your presence allows me to feel...
effectively treated.
Fleeting.
As is all.
Resting Ever tentatively.
Enticing Ever memorably from, I can't recall?
Incessant static, analogous to comparison. 
Amenable.
Hits the spot.
Chasing what you've lost.
By leaving it behind.

Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams

Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams,
And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting.
Sleepwalkers amongst stars that never slumber, searching for treasures in lands of silver,
But their hearts are locked treasuries, clamoring tribute, never a sacred obol to proffer.
In the

A thought carried throughout this life

Do not memorize the words I whisper about thee in this dreamy life.
I have all the traps to combat these bad habits, they stop me from living this life inside my head.
Tired of running to corners to cover up the bleeding story of love and solitude.
The cursed names were part of my tiny past worlds.

Carried On The Wind

Only when writing
do you become ageless
Communing with eternity
— transcending time

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

To The Ones I Carried

 I get up every day with the life I thought is mine
And before I get my share done, 
watched you silently asleep and I smile
I knew that the moments of me walking alone the house is limited
So as I wait for your parades, I get things done. 

I work and work and work. 
My

The Lord Carried Me

My Lord is the single path in the sand
Heavy with my load

As I am broken and tired
And felt like I could no longer prevail

He is my Rock
My Strength
My Hope, My Salvation

He has guided me with wisdom
Spoken to me through the gospels
Shown me the way

The devil may try to lead me astray
But I will do as

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