freedom's cloak
made of courage's thread
stitched with dreams,
carried proud~
a mantle worn by those who
guard its living flame.
Cloak Of Calaci il Perizoma
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She wouldn't move
she stood right in the way
obstructing the going on's
influencing what I was to say
The scrutiny and critic she gives
that part where it makes it
difficult to understand
am I your man?
am I your man?
Termine gergale per
indicare il contorno
visibile delle grandi
labbra e del monte
di Venere di una
donna attraverso
abiti molto aderenti.
She won't move
and refuses to budge
there's no way to say it
she just won't budge
The scrutiny of admiration
that part where it
makes it difficult to understand
am I your man?
Am I your Man?
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(Fragaria moschata)
My dreams turned into nightmares
The soul’s cloak to take
Intertwined manifestations
I can no longer escape
The soul’s cloak to take
A misguided route of fate
Intertwined manifestations
Brings you closer to the date
A misguided route of fate
Suits with crooked ties
Brings you closer to the date
Subtle mind control clouds the mind
Suits with crooked ties
Brings you nothing but unwarranted lies
Subtle mind control clouds the mind
How do I return to the innocence of sunrise
Brings you nothing but unwarranted lies
My dreams turned into nightmares
How do I return to the innocence of sunrise
Intertwined manifestations
Raw fury embellishes the soul,
Of a cold cruel world
They watch black burn -
Not a stomach churned
Evil is too kind a word,
For the mentally disturbed
Countless black lives suffer -
All in the name of projection
The hate they feel is the hate we receive
No amount of explanation could fathom any reason
Yet they claim it is, we, that deserves treason
Our skin classified as a crime against humanity
The real crime - their uninhibited savagery
Freedom cost nothing,
Yet they market it as a luxury
Only the white man is afforded
We aren’t even afforded the right to be seen as,
Treated as -
Human
Even the oxygen we breathe is a sparsity
Stealing the air we breathe becomes their favourite hobby,
They treat our lungs like it’s their property
And yet somehow they’ve convinced the world that we are the enemy
Wrapped in a cloak of dreams, beneath the sky with an ebony brow,
I lose myself among the shadows of the night, seeking meaning amid paradox.
Butterflies of longing flutter through my soul, carrying silent echoes on their wings,
Filtering light through the rain of stars, with hearts of lost flames.
At dawn of thoughts, when the sun shakes its lashes of memories,
Time bends like an autumn leaf caught in a swirl of sparks.
You are a river of whispers reflecting fragments of dreams,
Make your way into me, like shadow into light, when the night secretly closes.
My soul reflects in the mirror, a wave of marine paradoxes,
When the moon sifts its golden sand, and the stars flow toward you.
We scatter like ash on water, carrying within us an unbounded longing,
In the deep silence of the sky, with dreams ignited in whispers of yearning.
Lay my path with petals of roses lost in the sunset,
And let my soul soar on the wings of untold time.
In my heart, paint with light, draw astral symbols,
Embrace me like the sea in a storm, beneath the sky of majestic dreams.
Beneath the heavy cloak of night -
I dare to dream of things
When the hour is hesitant
And I sense aturnings -
Good things and pleasantries
So imminently had -
Like the hanging moon - she seems
Within a cubit's grasp.
The fan palms - they glimmer -
Shedding light upon my strife;
The hills seem to whisper
An acknowledgment.
At evening's coronation -
I watch the stars' gaze
As if a wink from one of them
Might confirm my fate.
The cynics and their like
Will shake their heads and grumble;
The night will feign a sigh
But know my desires well.
Weak I became
Wrapped in a heavy cloak of guilt and shame
Lost and unable to reclaim
My feet were once firm
now trembled with fear
Afraid to stand before the Lord, my heart unclear
But God, in his mercy, sent me angels of grace
Who listened to my story and showed a gentle face
They helped me rise reminding me of God's love
And whispering to me, "You are not alone, God loves you, and he'll receive you with open arms."
He will embrace you and dress you in nice clothes
Like the father did for the prodigal son
"Welcome, welcome, welcome home" " he'll say to you
With no judgment, no condemnation, just pure love
I was blessed with words of affirmation and encouragement,
With their tender love and support,
I felt peace, and my heart renewed.
These are the people we all need
A blessing to the soul
A reminder we're not alone, making us whole
Let's help people with ears that hear and words that heal
And pray for one another, that love and hope may appear
A-S B
like a heavy cloak
darkness covers all the land
nothing moves or breathes
An intellectual dresses a simple idea in the cloak of heavy and elaborate words,
Building castles from long, intricate sentences that rise toward the sky,
While the poet, with eyes deepened in the mystery of the world, opens doors to truth,
He takes the complexity of life and transforms it into a song of wind and light,
Love becomes the flight of a butterfly, and pain a late autumn rain,
In an uninterrupted flow of thoughts, where words dance freely,
Poetry does not fear simplicity, for within it lies the depth of the world,
Touching hearts through a metaphor that shines brighter than a speech.
In the silence of the night, the verses find their echo in the souls of those who listen,
The poet embraces mystery, turning it into a palpable truth,
While the intellectual sometimes gets lost in the maze of complicated reasoning,
Yet in both flows the same desire to understand the universe around,
To find hidden beauty in details, meaning in every flicker of time.
Words, be they heavy or light, always seek their place in open hearts,
Where truth can be whispered or shouted in mountain echoes,
And thus, in the simplicity of verse, we find ourselves, without limits.
But what lies beneath the shadow of the night you wear like a heavy cloak?
What do you see in the mirror when all the masks fall off and fade into nothingness?
Pure white, cold light that bathes the wound, is all that remains beneath the layers of silence.
Your scars, what do they truly hide, and what do your sharp thorns protect?
A blinding white, a radiance that penetrates deep into the hidden darkness,
who are you when you don't make a bed out of pain, when the agony duvet slips away at dawn?
Fade slowly, burn quietly, for soon all will be just silence, and...
Truly, you are a stranger, aren't you, even to yourself,
an enigma that reveals and hides under the veil of every breath.
And yet, who are you when the light of day caresses your skin,
when the shadows retreat and you are just you, without the burden of shadows?
A soul seeking itself in the heartbeats, in the whispers of the wind,
a traveler through your own labyrinth, searching to rediscover your true light.
The night has spread its cloak of cold stars over the entire earth,
I, a lost soul, call to merge with you into eternity,
In winter sheets, like two flames dancing their shadows,
Weaving our dreams into a secret ritual under the moonlight.
You, my distant light, are the beacon at the horizon of my heart,
The distance between us stretches like an ocean of endless silence,
My thoughts sink, transforming into waves of longing,
Shaking my tranquility, while desires remain unfulfilled in the abyss.
My lonely bed becomes a vast and deep universe of dreaming,
Embraced by the hope of your coming, like a dream of silk and light,
My soul waits for you to hold it in your warm and gentle arms,
To melt away the silence in your embrace and create eternal love.
Love my broken heart with the tenderness of a spring breeze,
Whisper sweet words to me and weave them into a fabric of peace,
Let me float on the wings of pure fantasy, escaping routine,
We travel through the symphony of the night, lost in timelessness.
We are twin rhythms of the same heart, beating in unison,
In the endless symphony of the night, where time loses its form.
A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk
Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke
He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak
If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds:
all, but the faint beat of my heart.
Zoning out of reality,
I shelter in Night's quietude.
Muting the Day's cacophony,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
Allowing me to sort my thoughts,
without the annoyance of noise.
When Chaos reigns inside my head:
distractions echo through my mind.
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds
the city, tethered to the Day.
Stepping outside of the moment,
my mind disengages with time.
And at the fringes of quiet,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
Secrets ...
callous on your heart
stone around your neck
cellar of respite
weight upon your soul
Deception ...
bane upon your conscience
affront to voices hiding
sire of excuses
— truth behind the mask
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
“The mind trestles the bridge to redemption.”
– Thompson Emate
When night falls,
Sounds come from stalls
piercing through the tranquil night,
We seek for light.
The night awakens the eerie,
The ambience is dark and dreary,
We hear footsteps and see shadows,
The uncanny lurks outside our windows.
A bridge needs crossing when redemption sits on the other side,
From the sinister night, we cannot hide,
We prop feeble hope,
Even as the night takes us down a slope.
The night opens its door,
Strangers come out of the store,
We’re not cowed,
Our fears have been floored.
October 4, 2024.
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