Trying to make me fall in love
Flying he came to me like a dove
Like Cupid, he shot his arrows at me
Unlike for others, I accepted them with glee
Thinking of becoming his dear wife
Winking I welcomed him into my life
Shower of love drenched us to the core
Our souls would never part, we both swore
Velvety moonlit dreams uncoiled beneath my feet, drifting in a gossamer rush.
Soft ambient currents circled my ears, their tones dissolving the world to a quiet hush.
My reflection stepped out of a mirror, carrying a beacon woven from dusk and breath.
It pressed the light into my chest, where forgotten constellations stirred from ancient Opeth
dream-born knowing
a veil lifting from within~
I woke into myself
the moon drifts on still water
a silver ribbon on the shore
the reeds whisper old secrets
night opens like a door
GRATEFULLY DRENCHED
Love rained down today;
i'm soaked and wet with God's love:
drenched with his healing:-
By Imran Ahmed
Pain Is The Sky When It Crumbles And Crashes Burying Your Dreams Beneath Its Merciless Suffocating Weight,
Pain Is The Storm That Shreds Your Body Apart Each Raindrop A Blade Each Gust A Scream Of Despair,
Pain Is The Spell That Binds Your Soul In Chains Locking Your Light Within A Prison Of Endless Night,
Pain Is The Knife That Kisses Your Vena Cava Spilling Rivers Of Agony From A Wound That Never Heals,
Pain Is The Flood That Drowns Your Veins In Sorrow Surging Through Arteries With Waves Of Torment Untamed,
Pain Is The Poison That Clogs Your Throat A Venomous Chokehold Stealing The Last Breath Of Your Fading Hope,
Pain Is The Grinder That Severs Your Head Gears Of Suffering Crushing Every Whisper Of Sanity You Owned,
Pain Is Euphorbia Burning Your Eyes A Venomous Bloom That Blinds You With Tears Of Eternal Regret,
Pain Is Her Love False Yet Intoxicating Stealing Your Life While Leaving You Chained To A Grave Of Longing,
She Is Both The Pain And The Drug Of That Pain A Curse You Crave A Torment That Lasts Forever.
I bent my mind like a bamboo tree to experience the fragrance of her soul, and in return, I received a bouquet of flowers sprinkled with the earthly happiness of love. She opened her rosy heart for me to smell and share until the rain as soft as tears, wiped the imprints away forever. Even the splash of golden sunlight, trying daily to flood the void of my stolen heart, could not succeed, for the wound was larger than anything that could heal.
Petals fall and fade,
heart once bloomed socked in the rain,
wounded heart still ached.
It was a long time ago,
but I still remember the day
she came to live with us,
my aunt, a young widow.
Everybody called her Rosy,
maybe because she had pink cheeks,
her real name nobody mentioned.
My sister and I became her instant fans,
not because she was such a beauty,
we adored her for the way she treated us.
She was so caring, so loving,
the reason I now understand,
she found in us her unborn children.
In the evening after she finished her chores,
she would tell us stories,
she heard from her soldier husband,
stories of the lands he had gone,
of the battles he had fought and won.
Tiny dew drops of tear
shined in the corner of her eyes,
as she told why the soldier didn’t return home.
A sense of pride flashed,
remembering her husband in those stories,
where she found him come alive.
In the gleam of the twilight hour,
her lively face glowed like a flower
in the crimson caress of the setting sun,
and we saw aunt Rosy turn
into a dew-drenched rose.
Bliss drenched stillness shows us the way
Wherein we’re aware but sans thought
Head-heart aligned, we cease to sway
Imbibing grace to be self-taught
There’s no doing we need to do
Bliss drenched stillness shows us the way
Each hue new like pure morning dew
Pulsates within by night and day
Within this earth vessel of clay
If we but soften attention
Bliss drenched stillness shows us the way
Becoming our meditation
Wisdom garnered is by God’s grace
In the flesh, before we decay
Pure of heart see Him, face to face
Bliss drenched stillness shows us the way
Today, all is landscaped by mist.
North, South, East, and West
all are one floating sea.
The hedgerows are reefs,
a familiar tree-line
seems like a gray cliff face.
My own face
feels as if swept over
by a tidal spume.
Now a kitchen radio is turned on,
a truck blasts its air-horn, a child shouts,
and as if the sun were only now roused
to scatter ocean dreams
with a newly rinsed
and blotting wind.
All’s enabled if heart is still
For there then remains no desire
We surrender to God’s will
Caught no more in any quagmire
There’s nothing that we need to do
All’s enabled if heart is still
We feel within bliss beats renew
Nectar flows; we drink to our fill
Feel ye not yet, joy overspill
Enter then the void of silence
All’s enabled if heart is still
Distanced from thought borne violence
Made in God’s image, love and light
Each heartbeat let’s mindfully till
Dwell in rapture of bliss delight
All’s enabled if heart is still
05-May-2023
Setbacks and Comebacks
Faith goes beyond the fear
It transforms our imperfections
And makes it beautiful
Hope drenched in fire
Destroying the liar!
In truth and sincerity
Your purpose sparkles higher
This is your comeback
Overriding your setback
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Citrus petals got stuck in the core of a page.
Paper cuts and stains in amber and green.
Creamy pearls oozing from ripped skin rage.
Fine dew drips from pecks have been seen.
Paper cuts and stains in amber and green.
Within a kaleidoscope of the seething song.
Fine dew drips from pecks have been seen.
Hibiscus-scented daydreams waft along.
Within a kaleidoscope of the seething song.
The vanilla honey aroma on tea leaves talus.
Hibiscus-scented daydreams drifting along.
A crimson flame whirling in a golden chalice.
The vanilla honey aroma on tea leaves talus.
Sticky food to let you grip the edges of life.
Crimson flame whirling in a golden chalice.
Chamomile tea is minding fairy tale strife.
Sticky food to let you grip the edges of life.
Seeing into the concave mirror of implore.
Chamomile tea is minding fairy tale strife.
Alluring feeling of restless need to explore.
Seeing into the concave mirror of implore.
Creamy pearls oozing from ripped skin rage.
Alluring feeling of restless need to explore.
Citrus petals got stuck in the center of a page.
Written: January 06, 2023
it's raining again
hot pink sheets of blue kisses
drenched from eyes to toes
Love drenched joy penetrates our pores
Soma nectar dripping
Healing light from our heart outpours
Magnetic heat’s gripping
We come fully undone
The void and we are one
Soul shines like yonder sun
Bliss ahoy
Love drenched joy
19-May-2022
Quietus
drenched with emotions
dripping from words
lost in poem
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