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Hope Flickers in the Reeds

Set sail in feathered ships
mis guided by shattered stars
and bent leaden sextants.
A little white rippled tempest
becomes a blackened water witch
hatched from a devil's chrysalis
sails are whipped and torn in half
sextant and mast fashion a crucifix
earth swallowed by the final horizon
souls churn upon Poseidon's spitz.

Slothful morning arrives 
amidst the frothy angel tide
an armada of prayers ignite
unable

Now the lamplight flickers

I’ve bloomed well past blossom season, no fleshy pink 
petals here. Wrinkles appear now. Feet left by crow. You 
see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing.
You see the change in my gait, see my once brisk pace 
slowing. But what you don’t see is me: I am no longer 
desirable,

Flickers of Paranoia

Written: February 14, 2025 for Brian Strand Contest

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In twilight,  specks become stars,  
bridges locked in gold,  
Engraved whispers on walls 
painted with diamond tears.  
Singing hearts weave veins of

Left Somewhere Between Love and Loneliness

In twilight's hollow, where shadows play,
I find myself lost, in a heart's gray day.
A soul once afire, with love's pure flame,
Now flickers faintly, in loneliness's cold frame.

In secret gardens, where memories reside,
Our laughter echoes, a haunting, mournful tide.
The ghosts of our whispers, the shadows of our past,
Torment my waking, and forever will last.

Like autumn's leaves,

Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceptive beacon

Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceptive beacon,
Authority entices the shadows, drawing the basest elements of our kind,
Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to their own decay,
They endure any humiliation, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of domination.
The wretched remnants

In my brain, a neon butterfly flickers hysterically

In my brain, a neon butterfly flickers hysterically,
Drawing with antennae of light the map of an unknown city.
Its streets are pulsing veins, the buildings - vertebrae of crystal,
And in the squares, wax statues weep tears of mercury.
I wander through this labyrinth of consciousness, where each step
Is a syllable from the universal poem that binds us,

Space flickers

In plain sight, space flickers
and right at that moment,
both palms and soles of feet,
tingle with magnetism;
pulse that does not deplete.

In plain sight, space flickers,
cognised if we be still;
God’s light shines from behind,
ours to know unless we’re
spiritually blind.

In plain sight, space flickers,
signalling it’s a veil,
which all pure hearts can pierce,
upon shedding ego
and desire tempests fierce.

In plain

Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceitful beacon

Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceitful beacon,
Authority tempts the shadows, alluring the lowest elements of our kind,
Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to its own decline,
They endure any indignity, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of dominion.
The world's wretched

In the realm where shadows stretch and fragile light flickers timidly

In the realm where shadows stretch and fragile light flickers timidly,
a world where each step, each whisper rolls into the void,
modern beings are entangled in the web of ambition,
not to be, but to succeed in this relentless race.
We, the descendants of the tireless generation,
where the anthem is "do more, but feel less,"
are the architects of

Watching the Flickers

A lifetime plays out
as you watch a movie screen,
or hang around in the foyer,
waiting for the right movie to start.

Then you realize
that it has always been your light
on that screen -
that you were, fact,
the only projector in town.,center.

Flickers of Time

FLICKERS OF TIME 
dear dear one
It's now clocking seven years 
Since you left me in this maddening crowd
Lonely as a grape tree in the yard
Fearing that some strong wind may one day knock me down
I still lay in melee
Hoping that some day
The wind will blow you back to me


When you left me 
The world seemed

When the Flame Flickers

Heart contractions, a wake up call
Moments when we fail to stand tall
It almost seems we’re in a dream
Blockaded by a mere thought wall

Fears and desires, that inwards stream
Hollow, shallow, ego spawned scheme
Void-centric joyous soul’s immune
To imagined fears, that so beam

When with pulse of love we’re in tune
To throbs of bliss our heart does swoon
Outcomes any,

Flickers

                                        Hold
              

The Light Flickers

if granted a boon
to have object of desire
seeking nothing else
holding thus our attention ...
fickle proves our devotion

13-May-2021

The Candle Flickers

The candle flickers, the sunlight fades, 
   Nearly extinguished, up high the flame leaps
   As brilliant rays pierce my heart's horizon
Then disengage, sink slowly into the ashen eve

Where unseen, sparks glow and glimmer
   From my inmost chamber throughout
   Night's long deep slumber, until sensing your
Imminent Return, the

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