Hellish waves have embraced me
To the depths of my soul.
The abyss takes me away.
My soul has become thin and weak.
Oh, my God, my God!.. Don't leave me.
Inhaling You, I exhale contrition
In the killing reflection of stars.
Let all words become non-existent,
Like burnt comets,
Like fallen leaves, let all words decay,
Turn into scattered ashes...
And only Your uncreated Word will rise!
Here I lie on the precipice of my life's darkness
with clarity of thought
A mirror of my years lies on the surface of my mind
Below, emotions hide in the depths of my soul
I wonder, should there have been more?
And what would more have looked like
Muddled decisions and choices due to human folly
That gave me a coat of emotion to wear in every season
I stare into the abyss of my mirror... and find silence
My mind's surface is covered in ripples of memories
truths bent by graying years and passing time
When thoughts were given to tomorrow
and yesterdays were left along deserted roads
traveled by those I had met along the way
I can't help but think...to what end?
What did it all mean, and to whom?
Now in life's twilight, before my darkness falls
I allow my mind to wander
through all the dreams and wishes
that have touched my soul
Grateful I can still remember, before my eyes finally close
I.C.E.'s unhinged, unconstrained violence
killed a decent woman called Renée Good
It has evoked hot fury not silence
the fact that she had been misunderstood
Made Good look bad, glibbing he did what he had to do,
You see they’ve been given immunity
What is really sad, is he didn’t have to
Behold an assassin’s creed unity
This is a Force I cannot comprehend
Straight out of the fires of hell
The devil had us fooled, this Force NOT a godsend
Anyone can be taken; none safe from the ‘quota’ which makes my head swell
I look for answers and onto my faith
Yet nothing can fix an agent’s revenge
It’s all very cruel, his unkind heart‘ll force only his own wraith
Why must we be like this, I too look to avenge
Right of protest destroyed by violent emotion, becoming worse
There is no justice for Renée Good, only doubt
As her orphans ride off in a Hearse
Words kind and nice shall not suffice
From the depths of my soul, I shout
Kcuf I.C.E.!
Justice For Renée Nicole Good
1/10/26
flowers
spoke
swallowed
her soul
painted
polka dots
led to self
obliteration~
a path
to the
womb
of infinity.
“One day, after gazing at a pattern of red flowers on the tablecloth, I looked up to see that the ceiling, the windows, and the columns seemed to be plastered with the same red floral pattern. I saw the entire room, my entire body, and the entire universe covered with red flowers, and in that instant my soul was obliterated and I was restored, returned to infinity, to eternal time and absolute space. This was not an illusion but reality itself. I was shocked to see to the depths of my soul."
~ Yayoi Kusama (born 1929), Infinity Net: The Autobiography of Yayoi Kusama, London 2011.
???HUNGER FOR GOD???
In the depths of my soul, a yearning resides
A hunger that gnaws, a longing that abides
For a taste of the divine, a glimpse of Your face
A craving that echoes, a heart that beats with grace.
In the silence, I search for Your gentle voice
A whisper that guides me, a love that makes my heart rejoice
I reach for Your presence, a comfort that soothes my soul
A hunger that only You can satisfy, making me whole.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 27th February 2025.
Within the depths of my soul
Lies unbearable pain
The type of pain no one would want to feel
Plus, this heart of mine carries a heavy load
That at times, I just want to explode
What can I do?
But cry uncontrollably
Until my tears become a sea
There's nothing I would not do
Than to rise again
And turn back the hands of time
When I was full of life
Still, I don't understand why
I'm not the same person I used to be
Back in the days when I was firm and strong
And completely stress-free
How I remember those times
Walking with my head held high
Now, in this day and age
All I do is keep my head down
Drown in self-pity and give in to sadness
It seems like a never-ending cycle
But despite the suffering I face on a daily basis
I will fight until I conquer and rise again.
TIME IN A BOTTLE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
T - Tears of memories, forever sealed as planned
I - Inscrutable hours, slipping away like grains of sand
M - Moments frozen in time, like a photograph's gaze
E - Echoes of laughter, whispers of love's sweet praise
I - In the depths of my soul, a story unfurls
N - Notes of nostalgia, murmurs from the past start to swirl
A - Amidst the silence, memories begin to unfold
B - Bottled up emotions, aching to make some noise
O - Oceans of tears, skies of blue, and rivers of joy
T - Tides of time washing over me all day long
T - Timeless moments, like a treasured song
L - Lost and found in the depths of this bottle so fair
E – Ephemeral dreams suspended in this glass sphere
I woke up frightened, a girl lost in an abyss of terrifying dreams,
Where sweat flows like a rain of stars on the sky of the endless night,
I worry, for I used to not know fear when you were by my side,
But now I feel the shadows of the world reaching silently for my soul,
I wonder what you feel when my name echoes like a memory,
If I still have a small place in your heart, to cross your thoughts,
A joy that blooms like a rose or a relief that melts away,
Are you sad, like an autumn sky, or perhaps in tears like summer rain?
How do you feel if these are my last breaths, fragile as butterfly wings,
How do you feel if the feet that ran to you can no longer rise?
How do you feel, when in the silence of the night, only the wind tells our stories,
When my dreams dissipate at dawn, like the smoke of a forgotten candle?
In the depths of my soul, I search for answers in the labyrinth of shadows,
I try to find solace in the thought that maybe you still look back,
Through the veil of time and silence, in search of a thread of light,
For my heart still beats in a rhythm that secretly bears your name.
Slithering and Creeping Along the Moonlit Path
Where Dark Desires Permeates the Hidden Caverns of My Heart
An Enchanted Road, A Supplicant Ritualist Journey
Beyond the Seas of Perpetual Agony
Confronting Sinister Vices In the Canyon of Piteous Wails
Seeking The Crossroads of Equilibrium Where Virtue Prevails
This Path Navigates the Depths of My Soul Harbor
Abode to My Grotesque Daemons Balanced by Angels of Blissful Splendor
Goddess Luna, Witness to Submission and Surrender
Mystical Luminary With Her Reflective Glow
Reveals the Doorway Pillars of Emerald and Gold, Arch of Ivy Hanging Low
Precept by Precept Steps on the Battened Cobbled Stone Road
Paved with Desire, Despair and Hope Inward Pilgrimage To the Moon Sage's Abode
For I Am a Wanderer of The Dark Night, Purposely Endowed
Untangling Threads to Complete My Soul's Contract I Vowed!
Hecate Whispers Songs My Shadows Sing
Of Liberation, Perfection, Growth and Healing.
Buried in the depths of my soul is the unrealized hope of a full explanation
Covered over by shovels full of doubt and thoughts regressed
Brilliance which lost its edge from lack of use lies in a state of degradation
Can hope with its own will stir once again the creative mind
Bringing forth seeds of thoughts that demand to be expressed
That they may be embellished by those holding thoughts of a like kind
This is the essence of my life’s revelation
To expose those soulful thoughts, that all may be blessed
Luring thoughts that deserve our full admiration
To put them in rhyme I’m often inclined
For me it’s the medium that seems to be best
Alloying a rhythm to be intertwined
No matter the depth of their foundation
The soulful thoughts will evolve on their quest
Fulfilling the purpose of their creation
Crescendo cranberry heart
With your love shall I never part
And your kiss be like liquid art
Painting me a passionate sweetheart
You make me feel so free
And youthful and beautiful
I’m all the flowers in a garden of love
You’re the sun shining on me
Our bad times like rain pain me
But are necessary for my growth
And your oath to love me
Keeps me reaching for the silver stars
You make my failures like white wins
Whimsical attempts at ambitious dreams
Your insight and encouragement like steam
Lifting me above incompletes to try again
You make everything bigger better
Music is deeper because of you
Giving me meaning and insight
You crescendo my heart and I
Love you from the depths of my soul
"Nap," written in blue
Resting means I'm a burden
Get no rest at night
To see the depths of my soul
You might just know rejection
“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I
I weep by the stardust shore where seraphs sing
Tangerine tears rain despair ‘neath a velveteen veil
My melancholic muse, muslin-wrapped in ice-cold caskets
Slain by ruinous romance swirled in absinthe abstractions
Despondent sloughs bespeak the depths of my soul
Saffron scars scream sonnets through metaphorical mists
Morose melodies paint scabs on pastiche strophe
Pregnant pause, so precious, submerged in lurid lament
But then it whispered, a voice unvarnished by purple plumes
A verse, it bloomed, untainted by thesaurus bleeds
Sculpting off silken scaffolds pasted upon profligate poetry
Leaving a profounder palate for plainer prosody
Fools thought wisdom speak in sequin-laced soliloquy
But wise men abrade from calligraphic charade
i am starting to learn that I am rather easy to leave
it has always confused me, considering I give with every ounce of me
still I am the one who has to grieve
loving people from the deepest depths of my soul
giving everything I’ve got in attempts to make them feel whole
maybe breaking me apart puts them back together and if so?
smash me into 1,000 pieces, I guess I’ll reap what I sow
nobody’s ever left claw marks on me
I hope you know if you would’ve dug into me, I would’ve cherished the scars
he hate me like I love him
she hurt me like I healed her
easy to leave
desperate for someone to stay
It gets too much
I hold back, shielding you from parts of me
you should never have to fear.
Some truths, I keep locked away,
deeming them unnecessary for you to bear.
Yet, you control me
mind, heart, and the depths of my soul.
My intelligence does not intimidate you,
nor do you come as a red-eyed agent of corruption.
You found me on this journey of reflection,
a presence I never sought, yet cannot deny.
I protect you, keep you covered
look into my eyes as you take my soul.
You already know what you want,
you already know what is.
Take me there.
The rage lies in wait, tempered, but never tamed.
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