And if the stars
no longer gleam,
will memory
enough suffice?
And when the Sun
its last beam spent
will heaven be nice,
reconsider its withdraw?
Indeed, blame man
for Light abuse! Indeed
blame man for lack of
truce! – the wars go on.
But never blame yourselves
for man’s Free Will Darks,
and let flawed fools retain
at least a small grace of Divine
Sparks.
A dash of red
In the leaves,
Points ahead
To old long sleeves
Makes us smile
If only a few,
For mile after mile
A brilliant view
Most welcome sights
And darker darks,
Set off the brights
Like scattered sparks
A change begin
Simply excites,
Takes place when
All orange ignites
Back to September
We need you here,
One to remember
Year after year.
Dance with me the hour is late
Dance with me and hold me close the hour is late
Dance with me before the music stops
Dance with me before I go for the hour is late
Dance with me for all that we shared
Dance with me for all our cares
Dance with me before the last star rises
Dance with me before the knock at the door
Dance with me as I leave for distant shores
Dance with me and never let go
Dance with me ever so slow
Dance with me as the music fades
Dance with me as the shroud of darks creeps in
Alas my love the hour is late and my ride to eternity waits
Time is pain
Time is pain, a stream of tears
Time is love, my life a desert love
Love, shadow, cruel instinct, down
Why? Why need love? Dry desire
It’s not a home, fleeting rainbow
Hmm, where are my years? Limited
No angel in my life, but the Satan
Love, far, I am saved, Hell gives time
Demonic love. Emptiness, can’t find
Emptiness. Can’t find. This life is ashes
I can’t find love here, nor in hell’s life
This life is a daily grind. Dust. Pot hole
In the deep, deep glittering dark, mine
Unloved pure desire, your crystal
Just a broken wine glass, red, dry
Dirty, passed time, the memories
Just drink. Thinking. About a heart
Tail. A shimmer beyond misty dazzle
Why must I live this?
Suffering from darks
All
One
Needed
The
One
Time
Want to be
Alone
No one
Time
Pain
Past
One
Bat with the bad repute.
All I've took in
Bird with a mask;
Fiendish looking.
Bat, increasing man's fear
Of the unknown.
All I've felt overflown of
For subterfuge
Elusive darks
Its hushed refuge.
Sunset wanes and dusk arrives
Another day that I've survived
Here I reflect upon the day
And whisk it's tormenting smile away
For the comfort of the night
And darks embrace by candle light
Hand in hand upon the spire
Darkness dancing with the fire
Shadows roving round the light
Inspire musings of delight
Muttering to me and I learning
Answers to a lifetimes yearning
Stripping me of all my fears
The tidings of all yesteryears
Written upon a wonting heart
Willingly with them I part
I wake up in the morn, shiny and bright
gray-dull outside, held over from night
There goes my mood, sinking rapidly
try to up-route it, no capacity
Noontime arrives, sun peeking in
cart away the gray that’s long-gone
Plenty of room left in the day
giddiness surrounds me, out I dash to play
The earth's alive, happy-face flowers greet me
puddles evaporate, sidewalks smile
Far away I gallop, beyond a country mile
Toward eve, what’s this? ~ Crackle of lightning
thunder booms, disappears the day’s room
Will I make it home, shut the door tight
in the face of the storm, desperate my plight
And so too my mood, ever-evanescent
darks as night without new moon’s crescent ...
O, fair goddess of the skies, how shallow I must be
my mood so tightly tethered to thee
A woman's tears, resistless, run
In fits and flood tides
Traced back from its source this stream reflects.
O wary am I, in knowledge of
By which now abides!
The capacity to sorrow
Those darks o'er into
Of hearts' unresponsiveness, rock-hard -
O and O! Endless for pounding falls -
Like these. Too near to!
A widower is a sorry species
unschooled in the culinary arts
washing white clothing with darks
The embodiment of a ‘klutz’ ~
The whole man, worse than the sum of his parts
The Darks not so dark when it's lit by a spark, and a flood cannot drown us if we're in the Ark.
The wolves will not bite us, all though they might bark,
they're still way behind us, (they had a head-start.)
The snow cannot freeze us, our glow is too warm...
The Bees cannot sting us, all-though they may swarm.
A Cell couldn't cage us, our kingdoms inside.
Our feet touch the ground, but our souls fill the sky.
The Clocks cannot age us and neither can time,
we laugh in their face and continue to shine...
If Our power is Love, then our weakness is none!
How can _____ be the end - its not even begun!
I was living with my family,
And was a happy child.
My Father helped me grew up,
To live a struggling life...
Messy hairs with darks
around my faces,
Everyday I woke up
with tears in my eyes...
Pictures of my journey might look
so colorful and bright,
Darling you call it beautiful,
I call it Black and White...
My Mother makes me count,
Every year that passes by,
Thirty years have passed,
Still my life is linked with traits of lies...
Now I have wrinkles on my face,
My hairs are grey and white.
I hold a wooden stick,
That carries no delight...
Sitting in my old chair,
I see the sunset time.
I made a cup of tea,
That always cherish my mind...
And at the edge of my journey,
Counting days and nights.
Let my chance to come,
When its better for me to DIE...
Let those failed lights
keep their starry darks,
no hidden treasures have
they –
gems who hoard
their sparks, as bushel
a-cap heaven’s dearest
light,
blessed with angel appearance
and nature
now in free mirror fall
kingdom sovereign pool of self
worships self-love, that’s all --
wind hissing through sky
the clouds hidden by darks veil
weathers war proceeds
Afloat
Not drowning
In murky depth
Nor hover
A single wit
The darks below
The glares above
Keep still
Afloat
God hides into darks,
true love shines hearts.
August 10/2023
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