In a world where love has forgotten its place, lost all meaning, left floundering in the mud—courage has found its nirvanic horizon, its ruby flames rise up in the end~ Poetess
Destroyed, slain,
smashed and driven to the ground~
a brutal odyssey of dispiritedness
of rude awakenings endured
around this, fire kept burning within
intoxicating every vein in my body
when welled up eyes, pools of tears fallen
I was the ocean, the lone firebird that flies over
a lone star ablaze, weightless, free-spirited
and alas, rising from the ashes
in glorious splendor for all to observe and marvel
born outside rose walls, from wind, at night,
from red clay, the flowers and the mud,
weeds and roots they know my name
its not attention I seek, its resonance
smashed and driven to the ground~
ignored, displaced, and all but forgotten
and from this despair, I am the phoenix rising
f r o m t h e a s h e s are the gauze wings,
refined in sapphire gossamer velveteen
walls turn to rubble, no rose-stone left unturned,
left unseen is what most is valued, light sifts thru
I’ve won life’s prize—contentment's invaluable gifts
Dare to be your authentic self
Even if threatened to go to hell
Virtue is in the wind of white wings
Invest in you make truth of dreams
Answer the calling of the wind
Neon nights need not be sin
Turquoise tears can be from joy
Soul’s that blend friends enjoy
“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me.
It’s up to you which one you meet”
~~The Poet~~
dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative
unabatedly chaotic
obligatorily perfection
unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise
uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette
audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent
unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient
decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture
disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed
in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances
robotically draconian
artistically graceful
Walking down the sundried path,
I look up above.
Beyond the treetops, beyond everything that the eyes can see.
I look at the glamour that encompasses me.
Is it the divine? I wonder.
Is it just the illusion of the divine? I ponder.
A look beneath the surface,
Of the Poseidon's gravelly floor,
Makes me wonder if I am even anywhere near the truth?
Wandering Earth as its the only place I can be at,
I look around me in awe.
What do I choose to believe?
The divine? Or do I be the defiant?
One night I 'met' someone I thought was meant for me.
We 'talked' for hours while our souls aligned perfectly.
Each night brought our minds to blissful sync.
Sometimes I worried, "What does he really think?"
He adamantly professed his love for me
And beguilled me with ethereal poetry.
His silver words so mystically divine,
I thought them from a higher realm than mine.
He captured my heart totally in his net.
When the scam was revealed, I only felt regret.
Alas, nothing on the dark web is what it seems.
Just another deviant low-life crushing dreams.
There is room for doubt
with or without consequences
Punishment or judgment
heaven or hell
An unconditional truth
no deviation
anchored in principles
Convenience or the opinions of others
Adapting and societal norms
Mutual understanding and respect
The question of divinity
an intensive search
They pass you by
Like ghosts not there
You close your eyes
They disappear
They're deviants
They steal and run
You never saw
Their lives undone
You never read
Their stories sad
You'll never live the life
They've had
In their way
They are divine
The real souls
Worn but shine
Lost but lucid
They twist and turn
Innocence
Watch it burn
You'll always see them
Ignore their pain
Purest souls
Drowned in rain
They are divine
And you are so
Recognise
Them as they go
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