I got used to everyday feeling good
I ran out of words in my book
Then the book started to burn
And new pages started to turn
Scrambling, I tried to reverse
But I couldn't stop the adverse
Days turned into night
No sun was in sight
My chest felt tight again
Just when my pain was at an end
Life takes a different trend
Things are not as they seem
Nor do they seem otherwise I’d say
You might point I’ve a low self esteem
So I’m quicker to look away
I admit something’s wrong with me
But I reckon you feel the same
And so they do, to an uncertain degree
The rules change during the game
Everything breaks down so fast
Into countless interdependencies
One’s future appears to be the past
And impersonal volatile tendencies
Unravel the changes, heading too far,
To adjust the solidity, concealing the fright
Long familiar light from the extinguished star
Shines a little dimmer tonight.
I play the burlgar of the gates
Of the constant paradigm
Which states that never is too late
To clarify the hidden scheme
What makes the power powerful
What makes submission obligated
Could be an energy of fool,
Collective fool that is dictated
To do the right, as it was taught
But what seemed proper, fades with time
Appears another face of God
Unjustice gets a justify
The devil’s advocates have won
Concealed arrangement, sealed and signed
Was a conclusion, long foregone
And what seemed fair, turns out a lie
But as I crack the secret code
And enter in, I see the same
Dimmed room, as if it was foretold
To be repeated in the game.
I stood alone on the sandy southern shore
watching sunset dim with a sense of languor.
Soon, of its luminance there'd be little trace
but 'til then, I'd enjoy its warmth on my face.
Hues of cobalt blues, sanguine, and honeyed gold
painted gloaming skies; a canvas to behold.
Reflections of mountaintops and rippling sea
exposed Nature's exquisite beauty to me.
Sea gulls were feeding as the sun descended.
How swiftly daylight and dusk became blended.
I captured all my thoughts with paper and pen
and wrote a Sonnet so I'd remember when ~
I watched the sun languidly bid me goodnight.
Then faded away as I welcomed twilight.
Love I have found thee
in search of Love
might we remain decent
whilst we
filter out
selfishness, obsession, deceit
and external desires.
Might we define our intimacies as love
between us never
allowing even our own
to pry loose
our togetherness.
In search of love
might we two together
seek remedy in a peaceful
and encouraging way
that even as one might be disappointed
we both might understand
that know one but you and
I shall define us as beginning or ending
that even those close to us may never
speak of what days
we had begun to start or crumble
as freind love
and even helper might we stand together
in love
needing not to search that
what we have together
is enough to move us through
the ages.
Late at night when candle's dimmed, it rears its mane and roars
A terror that's beheld in fright, a scourge forevermore
Its all-consuming grip turns strong men into cowards
And as the night shows bolder still, it grows and grows in power
When in its spell, the victim must assert himself right now
For should he linger there, he'll have to yield and bow
To Heaven's plan for him, to be deprived of Sleep
The consequences of which Fate -- are often very steep
Arrives the morn midst fresh dew's dawn, shaking off the night
A thousand cares dispelled at once, as dark gives way to light
What seems so dour but hours ago, now's blended with the past
Night terror's face is lifted; joy and peace are night at last
The thieves of sleep are many; bold the morn's ascent
As rooster clears his hearty throat, the Devil needs repent
May 27, 2019
Sonnet -- Iambic Pentameter
he sits in his well worn ragged shirt
head resting against the wire fence that surrounds him
dreaming of times when life was good.
when food was plentiful and clean warm clothes to wear,
when being free was the most important thing.
after many years of restriction, a rebellion began
he was a leader had fire in his belly
a heart full of hope. to what avail
they were so few in numbers
yet they were driven by longing and right
the corruption of their government was sacrilege.
after a long brave fight, he was captured
violently tortured, was to be executed in a few days,
his loyal band of followers already had met their fate.
so he sat and remembered, from his childhood,
his one love, his family, his dreams, his longing
his rekindled flame of hope, kept him warm that night,
his last one, his work was done, the flame of life dimmed.
penned 22 March 2016
Those who thrive
in obscurity
sometimes possess
the most beautiful
light.
Theres blossom on the trees.that means it's nearly two years.although i can look around the world with somewhat wiser eyes, I can still remember how the colour drained from the sky when I was told u had died.
You didn't just die sadly, in a way which you had no say.No ,you decided to take your life away.it was alwYs going to end the way it did .all i could do a child was watch your slow demise.You yourself grew up in the aftermath of suicide.you already knew to not let people get close to you.you yourself decided perhaps that it isn't better to have loved N lost than too never loved .that the loss can be so traumatic it is best to do no emotion at all.
what I hAve learnt is the ones who are left behind from suicide, they grieve much more than the absence of the person whom they loved dear.they grieve what they thought they understood of love.they reluctantly accept that the biggest loves,the really loved loves,the loves that teach us most, are the loves we lose in life.the loves that hurt the most. It is the harsh irony that can cause suicide in families to reappear.
Blinded by my ways. I'm waiting for
the next move, I try to calculate
every out come. I'm so lost, I've left
the path a long time ago I never left
enough bread crumbs along the
way to remember where I took that
wrong turn. This old road I travel
has no lights or street signs, who
knows where I'm heading but I
know I'll see you there I'm here and
gone in a blink of an eye. Its always
easier to exit out the back door slip
into the night, can't blame me for
keeping my distance it's the only
way I know how to get by. I'm truly
sorry I strive to be a shining star but
I'm truly just a flash of light to pay
no mind to
This winter’s eve,
so clear, so bright
That crispness felt
when out this night
The sky’s alive,
with lights above
Symbols of hope
symbols of love
The greatest light
therein the scene
That’s looked upon
by king and queen
Is that which makes
the nighttime view
But when I saw the moon…
I thought of you
For radiance is not
the light above
It’s of the heart,
defined as love
It’s personified grace
You so you possess
That makes me feel
That I am blessed
Each night as when
the moon’s in view
I’ll look again
… see only you
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