Keep on trying
To fix the nose,
Finally got it!
But, oh, the clothes!
Drab and plain
With no decor,
Add some til you say
"No more!"
The eyes and hands,
They vex me so!
But still I try
So my skills grow.
Now the feet,
Deplorable things!
If only we learned
To grow wings!
Feel my patience
Wearing thin,
Drawing an eyelash
As fine as a pin.
That's it, I'm done!
No more today!
My brain is fried,
It's time to go play!
Eternity haunts me
Forever
Masquerading as now
Whistling in the shadows
As I wander past
Lost in time’s torment.
A whisper in the silence
“You are present
In this eternal moment”
Encased in the conundrum of creation
Unable to fathom the futility of its fancy
You need not know where you are going
As it will always be in this ever-present moment
At times I wonder how I go here
In this moment of forever-ness
A bubble blown into a vacuous vacancy
Unable to escape this eternally present moment
No head, first so with it crowned
But is humbly bowed.
Servant with sonship, believer
So honoured endowed.
Time’s hands never stop;
All gets vanquished in its jaws;
It cares for nothing.
[Verse 1]
The rumor spreader grew stronger in that mystic mundane
As they howled in that busted hour
Did they? Did you hear the talk of the town?
And uncertainty kept the frozen in the ice chamber
At the tip of the iceberg
[Verse 2]
Mundane, morbid, humble, down to earth
They led the prayer five times in the early May
Remained silent with the fallen leaves
And the golden hay
[Chorus]
I will be one hour belated for the sunken ship
A few hours more
For evermore
For the lakeshore windy
Along the nighttime journey
[Bridge]
To sing, to brim, to the hymn songs
Stayed for the most intricate, subtlest twilight
[Outro]
For the twilight hue fallen on the other end
Of the eternal morning delight
Eternal morning delight
Years have passed since we walked this shore,
Kissed by countless waves and more;
Embedded are your footprints still—
No tide can erase, nor sands can fill.
Months have passed since you left this room,
Yet still there lingers your perfume;
Embracing each corner, a trace of your presence,
A cherished reminder of your enduring essence.
Weeks have passed since I last heard your voice,
A recording replayed in memory and choice;
Each word you spoke still echoes clearly,
Like a whisper breathed into my ear so dearly.
It was just yesterday when I last saw you,
Through a framed smile, your face I knew;
I can still trace each speck and line—
A face that will never fade with time.
Always coming from behind,
making no sound,
copying my every move.
My friend on the ground.
Imitating, moving with me,
even when I cannot see.
One day I turned too fast
and you weren't on the ground.
I wonder,
did I scare you away?
My eternal friend
has gone away
Goodbye my favorite forever
Eternal fragments lost in abstract soup de jour
Our handshakes full of tremors
When the memories rain it's sore
My heart in freefall, falling up and out, forever's too soon
The paragraph on the backs of pictures stabs the point home
Skeletal strangers with nothing left to prove
The distance signals in real time leaving the breadcrumbs of
jarred hearts, painted candied hearts and Pacman ghosts in slow pursuit
The light of pumpkin eyes, rhythmical in pursuit of boyish daydreams
Girlish looks of starving hearts depreciated, are less than pennies now
Parting words circled in funny papers still shaking with regret
When you see me in the folded memories
Just know you're not alone
Your light smiling on in the hollows of my eyes
Smiling in hindsight begging you to come home
Begging me to be brave
Goodbye my favorite forever
You're my long way out
In fading and in passing
Set me a long way down
Fair maiden with the locks of molten gold,
Whose gentle grace doth make the sun seem dim,
No earthly treasure that the heavens hold
Can match thy virtue, pure in every limb.
Thine eyes, like morning dew upon the rose,
Do awaken all my spirit with delight;
When darkness falls and all the world doth close,
Thy shining tresses guide me through the night.
Sweet lady, let my humble heart draw near,
To tender thee a vow that shall endure;
Through every changing season of the year,
My love for thee abides forever sure.
No fleeting time can fade thy radiant hair,
Nor dim the sweet perfection of thy face;
For God hath framed no creature half so fair,
Nor crowned a maiden with so bright a grace.
I journey upright
in an unseen four-horse chariot,
along the eternal path of time—
a charioteer;
with slackened reins
I calmly appear before you.
Motionless beside your absence,
at the navel of your land,
amidst your Pythian Games—
a charioteer;
with broken reins
I hold fast your imperishable feats.
Serene, I journey alongside
in your victory celebrations,
along the meandering ribbon of the Kabeiroi—
a charioteer;
with balanced reins
I glorify serenity and grace.
Empty seashore
The seashore is empty!
In the sea breeze, a vision—
your form!...
a puzzle!... with the pieces of your absence
joined in the refrain of the lapping waves—
pebbles, seaweed, and seashells.
Upon the emerging pebbles,
your light tread!...
An Aphrodite passing by,
steeped in the brine of youth,
leaving behind—in the fading wave—
a note of a wild waltz for this refrain.
Amidst the tangled seaweed,
your embrace!...
tight against the body of beauty,
loosened in the storm of desire,
two rose petals surrendered to the foam,
a note of stolen love—this refrain.
Upon the broken shells,
a shared promise—
the vow of an eternal love,
violated in the shifting sands,
like a shipwreck’s keel snapped in two;
the empty shoreline—a puzzle piece.
There is nothing eternal.
Therefore, we cannot be bound.
Yet, look upon reality!
With bound iron chains
Shouldered upon our backs,
We begin an invisible war.
"We win, and sometimes we fall."
There is something eternal.
Therefore, we are bound.
"In the name of family,"
With fused iron chains
Locked tightly against my chest,
In your name and mine,
We plant our flag upon this earth!
Deep within ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ an eternal root,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ we rise, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ and shoot.
Generations ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Seeding love ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ in our heart.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
In ancestral ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ struggles, ¦¦¦¦¦ joys, ¦¦¦ our essence are knit,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ their spirit does sit.
We grow, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Yet, roots remind, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ future saplings, we must pass the fruit,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ wisdom ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ from the eternal root.
(Blackout of )
O God, we celebrate what you have done:
The wonder of your kindnesses and grace;
The goodness Jesus shows to everyone
Whom he’s redeemed from Satan’s tight embrace.
Our longing, hungry hearts you satisfy;
You free us from our prisons of remorse.
You calm the raging storms that terrify;
With grateful courage we can stay the course.
Your wondrous kindness when we cry in need
Delivers us from sickness and from death.
It’s caused our feeble efforts to succeed;
It gives us time to rest and catch our breath.
For this extraordinary charity,
We’ll give you thanks for all eternity.
I want nothing more than to rid you from my life,
but the cost of your absence is eternal grief -
a lifetime spent knowing
I will never love anyone else again.
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