Millions of decades ago,
ancient humankind had one purpose in life:
to find prey
every day,
a stomach that stayed full
until the next breath,
until the last breath.
Ideas stormed,
things evolved,
brains grew creative,
and eventually, we were called the smartest species on Earth.
Here we are, humans of today’s bin,
seeing the air around us
and wondering:
is this how it has always been?
This very planet once had souls whose purpose was big, yet small.
"Laughter, smiles — that's all we want."
However, today's baby is born with a paper and pen.
They start writing down desires, one after another, until the last day.
And boom — the list has already crossed a thousand before the age of ten.
From one corner of the world come screams for money and hymns,
while from another come cries for love.
This world is now full of deafening screams.
People are becoming breathless, chasing empty dreams.
A smile, evoked by ninety-nine reasons,
vanishes because of one statement.
The heart is weak,
the brain dominates.
It's the new normal.
The 8 billion pockets are getting heavy,
but are we ready?
We lament for massive ,angelical
innocent ,pure flowers
are killed.
It brims over with unimpeded
bloodshed.
In the realm of hopelessness
is embede in dreadful, terrifying
horrifying acts.
God' symphonic, harmonious lark
will prevail. sometime. Dove
will dominates our earth.
The weeping, wailing butterfly is
the bloodstained, gloomy
river.
The ravishing ,glittering tapestry of trueness
will embrace our unfeigned weary soul.
Is a girl whose smile
dominates her face
Life is moving by her pace
Not forgetting God’s grace
She left the nest
At an early age
Escaped the cage
With high hopes of turning
into a new page
She was alone in the forest
Her heart filled with doubts
She survived droughts
like a xerophyte in desert
She was now an expert
One night she turned right back
Finding herself on the right track
” No matter where you go,
Remember the road that will
lead you home”
Imposing luscious full moon dominates.
Much like a perfect midnight cathedral setting.
The devout are in awe.
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A firm ground and a distilled lake separate two rulers.
One, an explosive demonstration of color.
The other, a quiet expression of luxury.
The Sunflower, vibrant, high on life.
Amidst the tall patches of grass and unruly rodents,
a bed of amber glows dominates the wastelands.
The Lotus, elegant, tales of traditions.
Shallow walls, empty palace halls.
Anchored, confined to mud covered ideals.
Forced to reap the benefits of those who sowed.
Unbeknownst to them, a presence reveals itself.
Slowly infiltrating both defenses, a calculated strike.
It survived its injuries, now it must break even.
Deep within the chokehold of roots,
forces ravaging a wasteland,
releasing toxins under water.
Erosion, spreading this contamination.
How unfortunate,
you are attempting to deceive us.
Remember, the first and only reality of the kingdoms.
There can only be two,
And you, are a part of neither.
You have become,
a rival.
Each beginning is followed by an end.
The laws of nature carry this plan out-
a cycle that may dominate in full
throughout all levels of great Cosmic space.
Our seasons pass- Spring to Summer, to Fall.
Then Winter sleep will last until rebirth
renews the cycle to begin again-
presenting patterns of these natural laws.
And so the Cosmos, that gigantic realm
which dominates the birth and death of stars!
Perhaps it will implode upon itself
to then burst out into a new Big Bang?
Just as the seasons, rebirth comes again
since it exists in everything we know?
the veil of shyness
keeps you safe
as you hide
to escape the tears
and
the reality of the silence
afraid people will see it all
so you live behind a wall
a wall built
to protect you from
the worlds evil sins
so you live inside a cloudy daze
...of delusions
but;
...truth lies within the illusions
so...
take a leap into the unknown
and when your generals
directions dominates all bounds
don't be left in a place
...icy cold
just dwell in a place where
the heart beats
...true
a place where
all your wishes
hopes and dreams
are more then
your minds fantasies...
When dusk screams in the fury of the night
At the city edge, I greet its tragic departure
Written in a trust to be contemplated with its pampering hue
But darkness dominates the peace of feeling
Until it plunges into the sadness of the night birds' whistles
This body is increasingly swayed by the ambition of the emptiness of space
Pressing the soul to focus more on reflecting it with seduction
While whispering longing to the sharp rocks
But no beautiful smile greets it sincerely
Only the angry waving of the bushes in their own hustle and bustle
I want to return to the embrace of romantic solitude
Carrying a million loves in the purity of my heart
Carving them on plain, colored sheets
Keeping them with a string of prayers to God
To be remembered while the breath of life still lingers
Atambua-NTT, December 1, 2025
They stream in, seeking liberty
hoping for some sympathy
America once extended a welcome
Today the outstretched hand is seldom
Leaders neglected to check the newcomers
for police records, to view their true colors
We let in too many criminals, too much crime
with neither good reason nor rhyme
A perfect storm ensued
migrant murder and corruption
dominates the news
giving well-meaning Americans the blues
A tragedy could have been averted
had not government shirked its sworn duty
But now there are mass deportations
narrowly backed by a jilted population
If I could wake one morning to the plum
desired by most people on this Earth,
prayers and wishes then would be fulfilled
for all to share the miracle of birth.
Where peace would be the goal of every soul
ruled by a love that dominates each heart
where understanding is the rule of law
while mercy shown to all will do its part.
If all could be in rhythm with this drum
to march, achieving then that perfect plum.
Body ages but awareness is unchanged,
as the screen of consciousness on which we play,
where ego dominates, from God’s light estranged,
until silence reveals the truth, clear as day,
bliss beats showing chakras perfectly arranged,
ushering clear knowing that is here to stay.
Behold polarities dancing cheek to cheek!
Oh worthy hermit, we are he who we seek!
Normally silence is what makes most people miserable
But if noise brings pain then silence is a miracle
The best words are the ones that are left unsaid
The battle is with yourself and the words inside your head
No one can hear you and nothing is written in permanent ink
Your thoughts exchange one to another faster than you blink
Can you imagine a world where silence dominates
It would be less fist fights, black eyes and heartaches
The world would be beautiful just as I said
More fathers around, no wars, less people dead
Silence is beautiful in arguments between one another
Decreases the mental abuse of going any further
Loved ones die and there's guilt from past words spoken
The white noise called words leaves hearts severely broken
Between now and then, a timeless longing is born,
A place where the heart sings its straight lines,
Neither today nor tomorrow, just a suspended moment,
A secret bridge between life and death, unengaged.
In the veil of silence, red quietness hides,
A place where presence or absence is but a shadow,
I wish to be swallowed by space, yet not be part of it,
To breathe in a vacuum, to rest in flames and empty fires.
Life, a static marathon, where victory is a second lap,
And perhaps, with luck, another will follow again,
I'm tired, my limbs are heavy, my soul rusted,
Defeated by existence, this infection dominates my entire being.
The body I thought was home, now my prison,
My tongue filters thoughts, hands applaud stolen speeches,
Feet follow the path of false prophets,
I don't want to leave this earth, but living demands sacrifices,
And, you see, I have chosen to live.
A healing touch of dark and light
has secretly possessed my dreams.
Unseen, she penetrates the night
and dominates subconscious themes.
She gently wraps my wounds with grace
and mends my shattered soul with care.
Her warming hands caress my face;
now soothed by love, her scheme we'll share.
A doting doctor, skilled and bold,
will guide this zealous fantasy.
Creating pulsing waves untold;
her roaming kiss is ecstasy.
I'm laid upon a silken bed
where passion's beat grows ever strong.
Into her rescue realm I am led
where rapture's voice controls our song.
Atop the mount of hunger's rise
her curing thrusts erase my fears.
Our spirits merge and harmonize;
in coupled beat the stream appears.
In pleasing aftermath we lie,
where swells of love renew my soul.
Her antidote in vast supply;
she now makes me whole.
The Lady of the Night
Alone, Luna dominates the sky,
glowing from Sol’s reflected light.
Her mares, dark blotches set
against the white light.
She is the queen of the night sky,
full face proudly displayed.
Strange things are said to happen
when she rides her chariot across the sky.
Wolves utter
lonesome cries.
Cursed individuals take the
form of the werewolf.
Humans go stark raving
mad.
We have physically touched her face
six times.
We have found her to be a harsh mistress
with no room for error.
She attracts our attention like no
other night figure.
We will return, she is that gilded
lady that beckons us.
We cannot stay away.
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