Long.the mist had swaddled the woods
In rails of crystal white and gray -
Till dusk swiveled like a fleeting view:
Vanishing with the threadlike view
Oak treelines stood quiet along old woods ;
Qf edges rough in deepened gray;
Trickles changed into ghastly gray
To usher winter's skeletal view ,
Pale nightglow pouring 'round bare woods.
Woods in gray...enshrouded by this blank view.
Shameless boys and cigarette butts
Burnt my porcelain skin and singed my heart
Spent years betting on losing horses
Just to feel some dopamine
But oh, young Brenton, he had a charm
A voice of musk and a scent of vanilla
Strapped me onto long motorcycle rides
Oh, dear God, what'll he do next?
His caress, rebellion type of prowess
It nearly strained my lungs to death
The light of day may be ugly and stained
But with him, I'm in a long and deepened sleep...
It's as if I'm a corpse with movement
The way he numbs my labyrinth mind
Testing my senses of separation
Icy cold to heart, yet sizzling to touch
A place so lonely a time so trying
what helps you through
who shows you the way
Flight or fight is no option
Illogical feelings through out
Only one is my logic when I am illogical
To scream and have someone scream with you
The feeling of togetherness in friendship
Awaiting the news good or bad
Isn't awaiting your fate so much
but testing your strength
A strength that falls at the wayside
To love someone for friendship
Is not to love someone for love sake
To hold someone close
Is not to hold them for love sake
Fear of openness and judgment
Blurring lines of strength and weakness
Fear and reality, darkness and light
again left with fight or flight
Days have been sombre and full of light
Nights are the cause of deepened fright
Alone and crying throughout
inside all you do is scream and shout
Written 5 September 2017
INTELLECTUAL CONTEXTS
encoded
anticipated
affinity
emphasised
with
tradition
neutral
collaborative
genres
articular
ambivalent
in isolation
then
deepened
with
representational
certainities
of
avaliable
choice
oscillating
intensely
collaborative
reclusive
concepts
circulating
sessions
to
celebrate
.significant
issues
temporarily
transcending
the confrontational
discussed
yet
introverted
amorphous
expatiations
anticipate
aspirations
in performance
The sky deepened from amber to rose, then from rose to violet, wrapping the sea in a fuse of colour too beautiful to capture
The family watched , picture perfect and seemingly frozen in time. knowing this was the final sunset of a week they would one day remember more fondly than they could know in that moment.
Behind them waited packed suitcases and the certainty of tomorrow's journey home, but ahead of them remained a few lingering minutes of the wondrous breeze , gently cooling their sunkissed faces.
As the sand filled shores disappeared beneath it's matalic seas of water, they began telling each others favourite snippet stories during their time together, And in a leisurely stroll the family walked back into reality, all smiling with laughter
Watching for thrushes that grow moist
from dusky soil, my heels trek along
deepened clay. As I lay on the porch listening
to tress rustling, inky moon sinks its riddled face
through veil of midnight. Somehow, I feel restless...
abandoned like jagged refrains of this heart
which seems to fall into an unsettling interlude
of time. Yes, this golden chapter drifts,
as a baptism of new beginnings swells.
on this barren field…
a solitary twig cracks
from one glittered tree
The nightfall drools looking for the yellow
among clouds. For a while, the hazy outlines
of strangers--native women and children ---
disturb my revelries of younger moments
lingering through the dipping sway from moonglow.
Through calm intervals of laughter, I sway
with mid life's flow; fire to air, salt to honey.
Much as I need to inhabit youth's space,
it no longer belongs to me.
But twilight comes brimming with all
the glistened jewels of my own half- time of a world.
between two lifetimes
is a haunting melody…
like an unsung note
My breath rises beyond
a trail of sacred space...gliding ,
deepened by silence immense
where peak of light anoints
my soul union with divine rhythm--
the grail of non- resistance widening
Beyond a path illimitable,
a haloed center drifting on
meditative realm unmapped by this world:
I am at risk of a swarming flight
into nothingness
shapeless,
changeless: there is no finality
in this final release... only a blaze of discernment greeting the god within...
that in the absence of mind's overtures ,
an inner sanctuary wraps me quiet...
that void emptying. cleansing
my marrow , my bowel of gut
while I become nothing but whole.
A beauteous new born day - Whoa is me!
Now seeing a precious opportunity in my head
The stars no longer shining glow- dawn broke
The crescent moon to rest indeed - instead
Tepid the sunshine might then enter my fragile soul
Those radiant, alluring hues bleed warmth thru my skin
Gracious the inner beauty within crept upon me - whoa is me!
Voiced too now are the chirping of birds-
Songs begin
Mountains the peak is climbed standing tall
The air to breathe - it's vivid true of imagination
Distraught !! The inevitable . A treacherous rain
Nurtured nature - Breath becoming through hydration
Bridges they say are over troubled waters
Hurting inside- turmoil of memorable reflections
Caps roll in top of the waves redundantly
The seagull, flies. Wind on the face - coming attractions
Bewildered the paths and the rocks formed with strength
The light as said to the deepened turmoil - See!
The concaves in my mind indeed I view - stay tuned
It's still all in my head . Whoa is me!
It's late; the evening chill dictates.
Body shivered, skin hairs dampened
As the drowning silence resonates,
Isolation crept as the hour deepened.
Faint glows from the candles lit.
Replaced the moonlight, eerily absent.
Veiled by curtains, fogged by mist,
The alleyway is a precarious tread.
Arrived — those massive gates surround
The place I long expected to abound,
Where rest is rewardingly found
Completed the journey, one full round.
Let the door close; the past be forgotten
Escape from worries, untie the burden.
An existence resembling life in the Garden,
For all conclusions are personal heaven.
“My dear,” I murmured
and pulled her into my arms.
lifting her off her feet…
She sizzled with insatiable desires,
Her lissome body melting
against mine like molten lava.
Lightening slashed across the sky
and the world trembled!
I have waited for you, My Love
through time
through dreams
through brief windows of time…
that’s as much a torture as a pleasure.
Come to me now.
I pulled her into my arms
and this time the kiss was ravenous,
Possessive;
When she pressed her body to mine,
I deepened the kiss…
and filled myself with her.
Her head spun
She reveled in the giddiness,
No one ever wanted her
Not like this,
Had ever touched her like this,
Needed her this badly.
Hot desire fired her blood
and made logic, reason, sanity
laughable things…
She had magic;
What did she need of reason?
~Prompt: Romanticism
~Sponsor: Seth Pina
A Young Night
The moon softly lit the night,
and the wind whispered gently.
The sea hummed a tender tune,
as crickets sang in harmony.
It was a young night—our first together.
My pulse quickened beneath her gaze,
her smile held me captive,
my heart whispered: now or never.
She let her guard slip,
And I gladly took the hint.
Kisses deepened, sighs entwined,
until the world faded—
and we both surrendered, breathless
We had become one,
Forever.
A river lays still on a hush
Of edges mild in deepened blue;
Until her trail unfurls a change
As if to wake from rare debut.
Beneath the stars first dazzling rays
Old marbles glaze on hillsides green--
To roll like jewels down the coast
Embellishing her womb, serene.
Dazed by the fluidity of
This radiant bob...this duskfall thrill
Mutes my whispers as seashells play,
Requesting for a tide's refill.
River of dreams , linger a while
Where my bare heels might softly tread,
On waterdance and air-tossed quays
To where this heart is blithely led.
River Of Dreams by Matt Bianco 1999
Singer Billy Joel used the same title, a different song altogether
I chased hope like a star fading in the gray,
its light soft as promises and sharp as chains.
I knelt at its altar, trembling,
asking for its touch to heal me,
but it scorched instead.
Hope, you say, is a friend,
but it is a foe in disguise,
demanding, ever demanding—
each promise a contract in invisible ink
that binds tighter the more you give.
I called for its grace in the dark,
but in return, it pointed fingers at my failures,
whispered blame in my ear
like the voice of a false god—
always distant, always just beyond reach.
I reached out and reached again,
but it danced out of grasp,
taunting, its hand an illusion,
its face a blur.
I sought it, bled for it,
and found nothing but an empty sky,
a horizon that only deepened the night.
There is no salvation in this game.
Only the illusion of salvation.
Hope has no face but the one you create—
and when it fails,
you wear its broken mask.
The silence was shattered - a knock at my door,
A sound most profane I had not heard before.
It echoed and deepened, it pounded the floor,
And my soul cried for silence - the blessed old lore.
The clock whispered softly - a quarter past four,
It's ticking, a heartbeat, that haunted me more.
Each knock was a whisper, each sound was a sore,
Each echo a shadow that crept to my core.
"Begone!" I bellow, "disturb me no more! My patience grows thin - my spirit is sore, I carry the steel that speaks with a roar, so silence thy madness - and darken my door!"
The rapping then ceased, and calm filled the air,
I tread through the hall with a ghost - ridden stare.
My heart, though it stilled, felt heavy with care - for no one was waiting, and no one was there.
Yet faint in the hush of the midnight's dark shore,
Came softly - so softly - the knocking once more
From the days
When we was faded
From the days
When we denied our reflection on the mirror
From the days
When our spirit was feeding on our souls
From the days
When we deepened our pain in salvation that somehow, we would arise in multitudes and rejuvenate with grace such that we would proclaim that we are redeemed.
From the days
When we was angered and caged with rage that someday we would stand on stage and introduce the chapters of our page
From the days
When we cold with remorse
From the days
When we was desperate, but with hope
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