Is the soul a complex place, does one really know the soul. Many ask where is the soul, is it because you do not feel it.
"In the misty corridors of the soul," is there a bright and shiny light. What can one see ahead, it is life or death.
They say the soul lives on, on in heaven or in hell. I hope the misty corridors of my soul, will live in heaven away from life's miseries.
"In the misty corridors of the soul",
There are things both young and old;
Some of which are lovely and wholesome.
But some are best left unseen and lonesome.
In such compartments, they must remain.
Otherwise, they only further the pain.
Neither the person nor any stands to gain.
The issue has left a deep wound and a stain.
In the dark nights of the soul, feeling alone and cold,
The heart will ache with secrets that are never told.
Tears will slowly fall as our heads and pillows roll.
Through the mistiness, life will be written on a scroll.
It's not that no one cares, but do I even dare to share?
We are all human, and we do inhale the very same air.
Some matters we bear commonly, but others are rare.
Our lives were never given with a promise to be fair.
These stains can only be cleaned by Christ's blood.
Only God Himself can determine the greater good.
When it's all said and done, it will be understood.
Only then will the scales be balanced as they should.3
Today is the day she begins her quest
Her challenge to make herself whole...
Her energy and nerves will be put to the test
"In the misty corridors of the soul"
Recently doubts have confused her mind,
Her questions have depths of complexity.
Her confidence and faith feel undermined
In her newfound perplexity.
"In the misty corridors of the soul"
A dim or distant light is in view...
A warped concept of life has taken its toll
And she knows not what to do!
She's like a frightened, lost girl in a forest
Who has no direction to follow.
Will screaming for help work out for the best?
Will struggling alone in despair and sorrow?
Will hindsight become a luxury for her
When she looks back, when she feels whole?
An unknown quantity of people are there
"In the misty corridors of the soul"
(3)
We stand within the corridors of time
Our lives a process, a fleeting chime
Understand the times we are in
So we can position for moments to win
Radiate the moment, feel its glow
Don't lean on what we know, let go
The guidance of Word and Spirit true
Listen well, heaven speaks to you
Smile at the moment now so bright
For we are going to know what's right
Unfold the mystery of the Lord
Unlocking the process, moving forward
Aligning heaven and earth with grace
According to God's covenant in place
So let us trust in Him Almighty
As we live and love more closely .
OLD AND NEW 5 : REBIRTHING
Machines spit out White Papers
in the name of change
birch cringe on law laden desks
chairs swivel, bins overflow
forests curdle to rebirth
Documents float before
eyeballs in our dreams
deserts emerge without oasis
guides await our asking
Greed with a capital G
still dominates
Into fast phones earthlings
want more fantasy colours
bronze cars, emeralds, struggle
promises or entitlement fulfilled
Ignorance descends with impunity
Down tumble pine forests
new bacteria party with villain
Corridors become empty
forlorn, barred, spooky
Machines dismantle
libraries dark and gloomy
Managers missing monkeys
portraits stare in cynic smile
then misty dolphins appear
East moves West
South moves north
Cymbals slap a Rebirthing
Another awaited 360%
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1999
OLD AND NEW 3 : COURTROOM
On a throne sat a vulture
feathers preened in paisley silk
eyes red and drawn
heart tightened by trauma
skin thirstily drank almond oil
Ghosts in black gowns stood
around remembering privileges
past the ruffles, insulated by
a myriad rules crying ink
spilling verbs on cold
corridor benches
White rhino horned a metre
eyes flecked hazel fear
buttocks rippled castrated power
in Versace pants pressed by
servants underpaid, yet dancing
Blood numbered endless doors
coffee machine broken, judge
pasted a smile borrowed
from law school decades ago
onto a hand-painted t-shirt
Another drama of new estates
I wondered where the freedom
fairies were ?
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
CORRIDORS OF LEARNING
I sat on my hands while
she questioned my competency
saw her mascara leaking
Slow murky tears
Master and Servant
weighing one another’s wounds
each curious about the other’s past
the other’s heart
her spine erect with “The Present”
mine curved with centuries
Of enslavement
Her lips blood red with lure
mine depression’s pale
I wore the crisp white shirt
Of Director
knew what leather shoes to buy
Trained to dot I’s and cross T’s
Was this the Freedom I desired ?
wires across my mind still askew
knotted and disconnected
I walked the Corridors of Learning
towards my boiled egg sandwich
{©Ghairo Daniels : Sached Trust : 1992}
trapped in the corridors of the mind,
seeking solace from much torment.
life was unbearable and so unkind,
I felt each day wasn't heaven-sent.
as I stood on the corner of despair,
I met a nice angel in human form.
my angel showed me love and care,
when we parted, I faced each storm.
08/05/2021
There are times when it is Necessity to be alone.
In such moments,
When the mind shimmers between the real and ethereal,
I desire to find myself in a deserted town
Devoid of human life
But reflecting its nature,
Only there can man find answers about himself
Beneath a setting sun
My hands have lingered on the walls
Deserted by their builders,
But whose purpose I can feel
As if the town, denizens and makers, were speaking
As buildings are a language in the spatial world,
The landscape of paper is populated by many such constructs of ink
Whose endless corridors
I wish to wander
Hospital Corridors
The corridors of the hospital have so many tales to tell,
my new found friends are the security guards,
"Standing at your service they say",
without even a second of pause they stand there.
With tales a many to unfold through the night,
so that they can keep their wink away.
Not a drop of water to drink,
nor a place to sit,
at attention, they stand,
at your service their motto.
My pain and boredom so minuscule,
amidst these men who stand in those corridors,
as if they were sentinels in warfare,
with worn-out eyes,
yet at your service, it speaks.
Men at work they are indeed,
and I find myself now not alone with my boredom,
in these lonely corridors which have so many tales yet to unfold in days to come!
©Chitra Arun
Path from there
To just where?
Truth brings light
To do right
So much pain
Just in vain
Can you gain
In terms plain?
It's not late
To greet date
Seek the gate
That ends fate?
Clear your voice
To firm poise
Know stern choice
To purge noise
Set your sights
To see right
Come from where
To reach there
Leon Enriquez
11 July 2018
Singapore
she walks these corridors that we know, bleeding to death unbeknown
physically or mentally i do not know
but behind her elegance's i know she is in pain
so stop strutting in those six inch heels sun and rain
And allow someone to help you refrain
Lost in thought, drifting away,
Navigating through the corridors of silence
~
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Walking on my own
The future unknown
Where do I go now?
I wish it was shown...
Thinking figurine
My future unseen
Which door will open?
Stranded in between...
Unsettled ambler
The future a blur
When will dreams come true?
No one can augur...
Confused and crazy
The future hazy
What will happen next?
Life can be mazy...
Corridors all blear
The future unclear
Who will walk with me?
I wish you were here...
Pathways untrodden
The future hidden
How long must I wait?
I'm still uncertain...
11/20/17
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I’m stuck inside these corridors that never seem to stop; broken dreams and missed chances litter the way.
My ambitions long ago got ahead of me.
In my race to stay on top in any way;
I wasn’t prepared for the burned bridges to stop short of where I need to be.
Somehow I ended up on this meandering path; gone astray.
The choices I made; willing to sell my soul to a demon unbeknownst to me.
I wasn’t prepared for the aftermath or the price I would have to pay.
My choices led me to these narrow halls, now I walk the corridors of uncertainty.
Claustrophobic; in my safe haven, I walk these halls everyday.
I’m very much in limbo; hoping someone will hear my mournful pleas.
Petulant and resentful of chances lost, I’m reminded every day.
As I watch others fulfill my dream, I’m desperately searching for a key.
That will unlock the door and send me on my way
I’m stuck in the corridors of uncertainty.
Somehow I must find another path; another way;
To lead me from the corridors of uncertainty.
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