An empty chair kept moving closer
each time I moved it somewhere I couldn't see.
I dragged the chair into the corner,
but found it beside me the next morning.
I blamed the wind, the floor, the house,
anything I could blame instead.
Some things follow you without moving;
some things wait without being asked.
One night, I turned the chair around
and found old marks carved into the wood.
I didn't remember putting them there,
but I knew I'd seen them before.
So I carried the chair outside
and set it down where the grass was tall.
For once, it stayed where I left it.
That night… I didn't bring it back.
I thought the chair was following me.
It wasn't. I was the one bringing it with me.
Sailing the tropics of loneliness
as the moon sails the sea of night
with only stars to guide me
and dreams ‘til you’re beside me
it’s destiny and the future’s looking bright
walking the deserts of emptiness
as the sun burns the sands of time
I bless the day you found me
now I want your arms around me
c’est la vie you are the reason to my rhyme
they say no one cares but I do
these days no one shares but I do
it’s not their affair to have faith in prayer
or believe in love but I do
I do speak my mind and I come through
I follow my heart and I do love you
The silent hum of divine magnetism,
this morn has ignited the head ovoid,
heart, spine and all nodes in mind-body prism,
state of being-ness pure and unalloyed.
The tip of nose chakra whirs with vigour,
whilst the soul star node glistens on our head,
with toroidal heart as always demure,
looks to crown and third eye where bliss is bred.
All the vertebrae in our spine align,
fused together now as a seamless whole,
that thus though caged in form we feel divine,
radiating God’s light scriptures extol.
God’s hand, a disc of light, supports our back ~
Magnetised head to toe, we feel no lack
EPITOME OF EMPTINESS-:-
sanguine
sensitivity
tutelar
effulgence
esoteric
in SENILE SENTINENCE
ambiguous
vacuity
configured
wondering
inexorably
in TWILIGHT TERRAIN
evanescent
moments
epitomized
nothingness
nestled
Do not kiss my scars.
They run deep—
deeper than any thought you have ever devised.
To you, words are only words,
and perhaps that is why I see you as nothing.
Because to you, I imagine,
nothing is merely nothing.
I could recite the entirety of my soul,
lay every wound before you,
and you would hear only words.
Perhaps that is why I do not trust you.
If words are only words,
and nothing is only nothing,
then your words, to me,
are nothing at all.
'Bitter beggar woman'- that's your version of who I am?
I who nurture your children a decade, almost a score
Contorting my body to an unwanted twenty pounds more,
Cursing my fate for the diligent years of labour.
Looking back now with nothing left to savour
While you hang out with the guys, recreating your youth
While you salivate over the neighbour
in her long-legged stiletto shoes,
While you ‘make love' to me --
infrequently and out of duty --
am I not entitled to an ounce of your charity?
If I am a bitter beggar woman,
have you not seen me beg for your time?
I have no pension or bounties for my golden years;
All I have are my still-fresh tears.
I beg to be free
But freedom isn't even mine.
I am married- a curse I must bear
Like a crown of thorns on my head, my fate I wear.
There is no place left to hide.
I must embrace the void.
In the quiet room of midnight,
Where even echoes fade away,
I met a hollow kind of silence
That words could never truly say.
The stars were there, yet felt so distant,
The moonlight cold upon my skin,
And all the dreams I once had carried
Became soft ashes deep within.
I touched the air to feel existence,
But found no answer in the breeze,
Only fragments of forgotten moments
Falling gently from the trees.
Nothingness is not just emptiness—
It is the space where memories stay,
A fragile ache between two heartbeats,
A soul that slowly drifts away.
Yet somewhere in that endless darkness,
Beyond the sorrow, fear, and pain,
A tiny spark still keeps on breathing,
Waiting to become light again.
So if someday you meet this silence,
And feel the world has lost its name,
Remember— even in nothingness,
A quiet hope remains.
I loved you like I had no choice,
like your name was my only voice.
I believed you without a doubt,
never once waiting to find truth out.
You felt like home inside my skin,
like something safe I could fall in.
I gave you trust without a fight,
thought you were my only light.
Then I saw what you tried to hide,
a second world you kept inside.
Another name, another life,
and I was never meant to be your wife.
No warning came, no final sound,
just pieces of me falling down.
Not loud, not fast, not easy to see-
just something breaking quietly in me.
Now I don't know how to feel,
if what i had was ever real.
You took my trust, you took my air,
and left me standing in "nowhere there".
I don't cry loud, I don't scream pain,
I just feel empty when it rains,
And I still ask the same old line-
Was any of it ever mine?
Everybody has a story
What about mine
Everyone has their own tales to tell
I am still waiting for my turn to shine
Motivated one day
Wanting to die the next
Hoping for the miracle
Unwilling to take the step
Just not it
That's the way to describe me
Just one step late
Self trapped in a prison , afraid of being free
Lost in the loopholes
Searching for an end
Yet running from the outcome
Which I can't comprehend
What can I do now
Life's going away
Faster than I want it to
I am aware of the pace
I am obligated to surrender to
Maybe this was my destiny
My life was meant to be a cautionary tale
Just so others were free to sail
Fullness in Emptiness 5-4-26
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Fullness in Emptiness
Emptiness clothed in humility
Hears the flowing invitation
Hollow space tires of frost's futility
A parched field begs for implantation.
Vines awake filling this empty space
As springtime dances through her arbors
Sweet grape clusters quivering, with grace,
Hear the earth's song in their snug harbor.
Roots nourished by warm rains understand
The vibrant language of the rich soil
A vineyard grows into the heart's land
Blessed by the summer's essential oil.
Soil and vine entwine in sweetest bliss
When autumn leaves their wine with a kiss.
Jesus, The Bread of Life, have you tasted
His Spirit will complete you, come be filled
You'll be transformed, heaven's love foretasted
Taste of The Bread of Life, then you're fulfilled
Jesus will take away your yeaning thirst
Come to His river with its wast supply
You can be a spiritual person that's versed
There will be no need to ask God why
Replenishment of His Spirit fills holes
He'll give goals for life and learnings untold
Strength given will help you release controls
He'll comfort when you need to be consoled
Jesus, The Bread of Life, says to Him come
He'll accept you, feeding with more than crumbs
The day is busy with its many tasks,
I move through hours with a steady face.
I wear the simple things the moment asks,
and find my way with quiet sort of grace.
A hand is offered and a voice is kind,
I have the pulse of life within my reach.
But there is stillness deep within my mind,
a lesson that the shadows come to teach.
I see a rhythm in the rising sea,
that needs the open space to find its soul.
I wait for what the water brings to me,
before the heavy tides took their dark toll.
My heart is quiet in the love I hold,
and keeps a light against the winter cold.
The pen is harder to hold now
My head yearns to be slammed into a wall
Maybe then I will finally feel pain
Other than the emptiness
Swallowing me whole
The way I feel God isn't really on my side
abandoned, alone
Like a person damned to be astray
Do I deserve this
Can I feel something else
Other than pity , lost hopes and regret .
I work hard
For years
Yet you all take it away
And I am alone
To deal with the part of me
Which is now gone
It breaks my heart
Leaves it to rot in the core
I can't do this anymore
Being the best and still getting ignored
I can't lie to my own face
"Maybe this was destiny"
No
This was fate making a fickle face
It is so easy
Being happy for yourself when the hard work pays off
What about the rest of us
We try and try
Never to conquer
And the desolation and torment
Don't leave us alone
Even in our dreams, dear.
Now at the end
I am back to square one
Do I start again
And wait for destiny
To play a new cruel game
Line of inquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Believe one’s bliss is happiest in youth?
A squeaky-clean parchment with true blue eyes.
A selfishness, of seeking perk, in truth,
Circles the moon at pubescent sunrise.
Yet, surrounded by dark, although there’s stars,
The eyes wizened in pain and confusion.
Insides begin to look at clouds’ tear jars.
Thunders true love, is it an illusion?
The letting go; let spots of wisdom grow.
Portends rainbow, halo of rain; a sigh.
Let go umbrella’s twirl; accept rain’s glow.
Floating in space, like embryos, on high.
Couples, like twins, in water’s depth, don’t drown.
In selflessness, they’ve found a blissful crown.
Writing comes a therapy I’d never known I’d need,
While reading shows a world I’d never got to see.
The words I did not speak would taunt, haunt, torment, and bleed,
A silence sharp enough to break the best of me.
The points I did not prove, to keep the peace outside,
Declared the longest wars that raged within my chest.
The anger I denied would rattle, rise, and hide,
A storm I caged inside that stole away my rest.
I buried my emotions, truth, and all my fight,
A grave where bitterness took root and learned to grow.
From there my fear took hold, and darkened all my light,
Distrust began to blossom where my peace should go.
Yet pen in hand I speak the truths I could not say,
And watch those wars within grow quiet, day by day.
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