Behind a pane of vintage
glass he stands,
A silent wizard from a distant
land.
With golden turban and a
paisley vest,
He wakes to life at a coin's
request.
An iron token drops into the
slot,
And gears awaken what the
workshop wrought.
His painted eyes begin to roll
and gleam,
A sudden actor in a neon
dream.
The crystal ball lights up with
shifting fire,
Responding to the circuit
board's desire.
He nods his head and waves
a mechanical hand,
Dispensing secrets from the
desert sand.
"Zoltar Speaks!" his booming
voice declares,
To startled children at the
crowded fairs.
His motorized jaw clicks
open and goes slack,
Demanding that you never
look back.
A whirring motor drops a
paper slip,
Your future written on a
cardboard strip.
The music fades, the blinking
lights grow dim,
And quiet shadows settle
back on him.
He waits alone inside his
wooden box,
A trapped magician under
glass and locks.
The deaths of even famous men
do never the world’s future bend.
When humans die their impacts cease,
as does the life God to them leased.
But there is one whose death did change
the destiny of men estranged.
His dying was the source of life
for men engaged in sin and strife.
When Jesus died, He paid sin’s price
to save humans from dying twice.
For all who on God’s Son believe
Eternal life, His gift, receive.
Don’t let Christ’s dying be in vain
by failing endless life to gain.
For you, the Son of God was slain
So, you with Him will ever reign.
If only we hadn't intertwined our destinies under that sky full of cold stars,
I wouldn't now feel the pain that burns like a smoldering fire in the depths of my heart,
Your touch wouldn't haunt my memories like a ghost in the long and silent nights,
I wouldn't relive our moments like an old film playing on the screen of my mind,
I wouldn't feel the immense void you left, a vast ocean of silence and longing,
I struggle on the waves of time, shipwrecked in search of a shore of forgetfulness,
Not knowing you, perhaps I would have been spared the pain that surrounds me like a fog,
My soul wouldn't have been caught in the snares of endless sadness,
It would have been an escape from the agony of a broken heart, pulsing with the rhythm of longing,
Our love, an ephemeral flower, bloomed only to wither in time,
And perhaps we would have remained strangers, keeping within us only the silence of an untold story,
But without knowing you, I would never have felt the beauty of a fleeting love.
She bears the weight of life in her womb
In quiet fortitude and strength in silence
Love flows from her hands, boundless, true
With every breath, she nurtures, she creates
A force of nature, shaping destinies and fates
In her heart, the universe is spun,
A mother, a warrior, whose battles are never undone
Through life's storms, through trials
She stands tall with a smile.
The beacon of resilience and of light
She gives, she grows with hands that heal
A love so deep blooms, it makes the world a home.
On International Women's Day
Destinies Dazzle,
Do Does, Does, Work Deem!
Destinies Dazzle,
Do Feat, Drum, .... Doubling!
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Rushes On Upon God's Sunlight, .... Destiney!
I miss you often and much,
And you left my life long ago.
I study the world around me inquisitively,
I still dream of starting a family.
Only photos help me
Go back in your dreams a little bit.
I realize I'm stuck in silence,
Let me show you a new one.
I see signs of your approach,
And I feel the closeness of your soul,
There was a burning sensation around the heart,
We've always been good to you.
I'm sure I don't think so,
I feel a special surge of energy,
I know that our destinies will be linked again,
Because you've never taken revenge on anyone.
Just recently, I suddenly realized that
I wither without you like a flower without light.
When you left, I was shackled by an evil haze,
And I, forgetting, no longer waited for the dawn.
I thought I wouldn't believe you anymore,
But you knew I was lying.
I don't want to die in this fight,
So I'll open both wings for you.
Searing flames within hissing steam burns
letting the dragons out in frozen time
cold stone winds blow into the desert sands of illusions etched
Dark and feral holding immeasurable promises
held captive under those that are never completely met right
freedom and forgiveness denied cries from an impenetrable heart
Hatred is the twisted short sided vulture of the virtues
incomplete confidence expressed in a waning moon
Tears of ivory silk burning salted spiced
Cries forever inside chambers weeping wall’s
taken far away into discoveries path
were limitations and love never coexist
Endless beginnings take centerfold in a staged arena
otherworldly visions of a life re-imagined scarcely believed
in a sealing ritual sacrifice, sacred temple of another is played outcast
Vibrant scalding primal evil colors paint the blood truth
boldly endurance can no longer be silence issued
through the sun’s warm radiance Illuminati exposed
unrhymed tercets
Searing flames within hissing steam burns
letting the dragons out in frozen time
cold stone winds blow into the desert sands of illusions etched
Dark and feral holding immeasurable promises
held captive under those that are never completely met right
freedom and forgiveness denied cries from an impenetrable heart
Hatred is the twisted short sided vulture of the virtues
incomplete confidence expressed in a waning moon
Tears of ivory silk burning salted spiced
Cries forever inside chambers weeping wall’s
taken far away into discoveries path
were limitations and love never coexist
Endless beginnings take centrefold in a staged arena
otherworldly visions of a life re-imagined scarcely believed
in a sealing ritual sacrifice, sacred temple of another is played outcast
Vibrant scalding primal evil colors paint the blood truth
boldly endurance can no longer be silence issued
through the sun’s warm radiance Illuminati exposed
Co written by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
unrhymed tercets
Heart hungers
Earth's core flames
To burn ...
Through the eyes
Blazing paths of
Chaotic destinies.
The sun-bleached exoskeletons
of old dead trees stand like sentries
along the towpath riverfront
exfoliated and gangling.
In a former age they stood tall,
grandiose to all passerby’s
but they too are dead to recall
their once impressive colossi.
Eventually these remains
will meet their final destinies:
to fall-never to rise again-
among forgotten progenies;
yet many springs have passed since then
each sprouted trees, time and again.
Any astrologer
is sure that all destinies
are controlled by stars
I Really Didn't Know
The Power I Had
To Get With A Very
Special Man.
The Day That I Met Him
Was Only A Start.
And I Knew I Was Going
To Steal His Heart.
When Everyone Told Me
I Had A Very Slim Chance
Because His True Feelings,
With Mine, Just Didn't Match,
I Followed My Heart Because
I Always Was Sure.
And I knew I Could Give Him
The Love He Deserved.
Now I Think Back On Our
Meeting By Fate,
Our Destinies Met Just A Few
Years Late.
I Couldn't Be Happier Than At
This Present Time.
And I Know That His Heart Will
Always Be Mine !!
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