For what so impresses
Up through each of its life form's
Widespread uniqueness
Your one fingerprint, lord
A maker's, disclose.
For what, more sombre-stilled
Out through each of its face's
Mercy-softness, spilled
Your own reflection, Lord
Do, clearest expose.
The Skeletons rap in the dark,
Droppin' jokes with a spark and a bark.
They roast my whole squad,
"Tried to dress thunder up as finesse".
Skeletons guardin' secrets like they
Trademark.
They rattle stories nobody tells,
The ones tucked immeasurable where
Silence resides, old grudges, old lies,
Tears nobody cries-
They keep it all locked in their Skeletons.
" Your family hid strife they say,
"And tried to sweep chatter away".
But Skeletons don't dismiss from the mind
They replay every debt-
Whisperin' what folks won't disclose.
They clown down the memory lane to soften
The blow, but every gag still lets truth show.
Cause secrets don't fade, they just hide in
The darkness until the Skeletons decide to let
Go, and everyone of them hits like a door you
Finally open. And everyone of them knows
What the family won't say outloud.
As molten drops of wax
running down
from a dying candle,
drops of tears
left her eye’s boundary
making their way down
and fell on the floor
without a sound,
crashing into pieces,
showing the depth of ache
her heart refuses to disclose.
A crystal stream flowing down.
A silent storm brewing inside.
The denouement of a sad life!
Like pulverized shards of ice
they lay on the floor for sometime
and evaporated into thin air
without leaving any trace.
Now I know where teardrops go
Through midnight's strong storm, truth's lantern still glows
It pierces illuminous light where sea blows
Every weary sailor its soft vow knows
And that light, though faint through darkness shows
Sea's waves may rise in tempest's cruel throes
Yet, truth's tower signals with patience disclose
A thread of light truth, where a lost soul goes
Hopes that at least one will grab and just knows
The flame keeper works all hours up-close
To make dangers less appealing; transpose
Rocks, reefs that are hidden come to light, shows
Light diminishes dangerous shadows.
When the tide of life's dark night, at last slows
In eastern sky an apricot ball does pose
Lighthouse's lantern still beams, mercy knows
Our hope endures, where one true light flows
As zephyrs tousle thro’ his hair,
He walks along the dappling shade of trees
With a flaming lily behind his ear,
With scent of pine wood and lingering rain
On the horizon, warm oak on his breath,
He wanders freely upon a midsummer.
To be a cloud as it wanders the lull
Expanse of day, as the warmth of Sol’s breath
Scatters against the skin of dark vapour —
He is a cloud.
And on and on and on and then
He stops —
Captured by a hand that wasn't there;
The grass remembered arches after gone
And dew clung in the shape of being watched,
He could hear it clearing its throat to speak.
It passed him by as a cloud.
While midnight wears the longest hours
I circle around like a threadbare of glow
When the bulb in the room snuffs, fades
Leaving me alone in throes of love's farewell.
In a world drained by pain, somehow void
Of claritv and filled with unbearable angst
Its pale twinkle seems to speak of loss--
As I uncover this heart's misgivings whirling
like ghastly shadows,
That even the crush of leaves cannot hold.
How my heart leans nearer to understand
All the secrets my voice needed to disclose...
I wander around the yard... mv arms
Hanging at the sides: a whiff of air blows,
In need of a private confession, of my acceptance ,
To unleash such heaviness buried
Within this soul: love 's second chance
pleading for my vulnerable strains...
Finally, fresh blossoms open heart- space
My pride slain across the mirror of twilight
Until closure ends in deliverance,
With my heart seeking relief from cold, cold arrogance.
First Place
On the mountain top alone
Standing with you
Deepest darkness dances
Spits on all that's true
Watching wringing, writhing hands
See strutting evil fall
Laughing at those who call on gods
That are not gods at all.
Simply in power you came Simply,
in power, Lord, come again.
Cowering in my cave alone
I've run from you
As in the deepest darkness of
My blackest point of view,
Beyond the howling hurricane,
Rock-cracking earthquake's fall,
After all-consuming Fire
I heard your gentle call.
Simply in power you came Simply,
in power, Lord, come again.
Lord let me hear your still small voice
Speak softly Lord to me
Speak through my busy world of noise
I'll listen eagerly.
So, what are you doing here?
I hear you ask
Disclose your deep-down, deep-felt
Fears. Come let's restart
Walk with me, my willing friend
Surrender now your all
And then, empowered, we can go
Together, walking tall.
Simply in power you came Simply,
in power, Lord, come again.
Every time I disclose
My hearts predisposed
To the hurt that enfolds
Directing my heart to redisclose
All my emotions then re-implode
Leading me to finally explode
I know I've been like this before
Feeling, behaving, and releasing my minds whole
Yet I know this wasn’t my initial goal
To let the world take a peak of my soul
Although here I am still standing as a mold
For the next generation to reach their true goal
So those hearts can connect as one deep haul
Encompassing each and every person’s virtues and entailing’s folds
It’s not for me to distinguish this
The devils kiss makes me think I’m faking it
Id rather be in prison than be killed for this
Instead of being a woman and taking it.
The morning sun arose,
"When the shyest flower blossoms, my day is done",
he'd disclose.
"Am I to be
a happy and radiant sun?
Let's see...
With whom
will I have fun?
Bloom!"
The morning sun arose -
a happy and radiant sun!
Bloom!
A twitchy man set in to dust his house
With a bump he fell down seeing a mouse
Hurt and got a bulged red nose
Masked nose for not to disclose
"Hey! Your nose seems as Santa's," funned his spouse.
Placed: 3rd
X (formerly Twitter) now reveals the country or region where accounts are based, as part of an effort to improve the integrity of the platform
The Twitter's land swept by emotion
The revelations hit like tide
In what we call mankind’s ocean
It’s just got harder to lie and hide
Such simple step, disclose location
Of mouth shooting nonsense off
Long overdue, stops world’s fixation
On lies, deceit, coercion, scoff
It will go on, of course, forever
Just little less, protecting truth
Manipulations ceasing never
But everyone is now a sleuth
They live in Asia somewhere
Yet post the news as from New York
Inflaming passions, brightest flare
No matter wise man you’re or dork
So, no more Gaza “poor souls”
Who post from London’s noisy bar
Yes, “Texas” girl angst’s full of holes
Wouldn’t spread from Moscow very far
Some ghosts are only making money
Yet others lie, consumed by hate
They’re not benign, amusing, funny
When they impact the others’ fate
Keep down division, fear, defiance
By which the folks are so consumed
Let passions cool, no rocket science
And lift the feel of being doomed
November 25, 2025
He knew he'd suffer a cruel persecution
He performed all that was needed for ablution.
Certain secrets, as a priest, he could not disclose
Indeed, he chose thorns for himself, not any rose.
He went with his secret as a lynx or a fish.
To be steadfast in his faithfulness was his wish.
For a secret's sake, he's ready to face a sword.
Would he confide his heart to his master and lord?
I won't tell you my secret, just teasingly repeat
A host of hints, told by others, if you'll be discreet.
My monikers, plentiful as flowers in a field,
Tell you not that which you're longing...hopes to be revealed.
History books may have reported that I have died,
Except, I'm speaking to you now. Can that be denied?
Come, let me disclose something that may give you a chill.
Old? I was born centuries ago. I'm living still.
Until you know, this gripping mystery prolongs.
Now, know that I wrote arias and English songs.
That's only one of the clever ways I entertain.
Oh, I am a genius. Some say I was insane.
Fantastically, my books show how to defy fate -
Sure, I can create wealth, extend life and levitate.
Travelling far, born of a Transylvanian prince.
Gifted in speech, I'm a learned man, as I evince.
Enigmatic, I may be from Portugal or Spain.
Rarely, did anyone, such grand multitudes contain.
My accomplishments include sciences, arts, and such,
And compared to my learning, nobody knows that much.
In some cafe, in a bar, or on a crowded street -
No one must know of that fine day when we two should meet.
I cannot stand a transexual, my friend Linda tells me.
Have you ever met one?
No, and I don’t want to.
They are creepy and weird.
I do not tell her that she has met one,
but she never knew they were one.
Why would I say anything if our mutual friend did not disclose this?
Now I know the reason for the non-disclosure.
I would feel the same way this child felt.
You know who to trust, and who not to trust
Especially a child; they are more discerning than most.
I am glad she kept it from her, and relieved.
Blooming with blest peace
rose radiates vibrant glow
as thorns disclose freedom angst…
I was such flower in my youth
secured for triumphant growth
midst blends of trials and liberty-bliss.
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