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IDYLLIC ®
THE HEART IS PRUNED
THE HEART IS THE ART
THE MIND IS THE PEN
THE MIND IS MINE
THE MIND OF A READY WRITER
THE HANDS ARE SKILLED
SKILLS ARE HANDY
EVEN WHEN HE CAN'T VOCALIZE
WHAT HE GROPES TO VISUALIZE
THE THOUGHT EXECUTE PREMEDITATEDLY
THE EXECUTION OF CREATIVENESS
IF HEADS WERE REPLACEABLE
MIND IF I WEAR THIS SAME
WITH ALL THE INTRINSIC ARTISTRIES?
UNASSAILABLE AS THE WEST WIND
ILLUMINATING AND INTENSE AS THE SUN
CHILLY AS THE MOON
THE WINTER'S DROP COLD FURY
SERENE LIKE THE PHLEGMATIC MIND
ERUDITY OF A THESPIAN
THE ECSTASY OF A DEXTEROUS
BUT THE MIND IS MINE
THE MIND WON'T WAIT ON YOU
UNTIL HE BRINGS BACK MY MUSE.
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And so I'm here
Trying to find
Something, but not knowing what
Someone, but not knowing who
An aim, but not knowing where
Throwing the darts with eyes shrouded
Where do I go? Is this the way?
A stranger knows the way
They point, showing a clear path
So I take my steps down this road
Still not knowing where to go
Is this the place?
I stumble purposely or not
But a hand reaches out
"Come to me, I will be your guide"
I turn my head, and say I'll be alright
Like a lightning bolt striking the earth
A thought reaches my mind
I realise I have a good eye
For things abstract and feathered beings which fly close by
So here I am, in a dim lit room
With lights crimson
Not a thing to see
But a smile on my face
This is the place for me
I pray for a palace of dreams and memories
With stones and pillars of mementos
And high crystal ceilings that glow with my dreams.
Halls filled with melancholy melodies—
Each bittersweet note echoing the hopes, fears
And tears of all my past years and epochs.
I wish to wear regalia woven with nostalgia,
So I may dance with familiar shadows, dining with them
On pleasing delicacies of olden days while waited upon by
Mere thoughts.
I yearn for stately windows viewing wondrous groves
That rustle with all that which could have been, but did not—
And colossal galleries of art that mirrors my memories,
So I may live them again, but only as a perfect dream.
Exodus
Dew-risen art the dawn of life
This life, my passage
Curiosity arrays his patient plight
Against the willy-nilly hours of time
Up and down, side to side
Kites and sparrows the silent skies weave
Coasting all mounts and Dale's in dark precision
Watching indifferent tides in frightful hopes
Whether happiness away shall ever come
Murky was night, but this new dawn
Hyacinth and lily on still waters prevail
Wisdom beyond peevish Solomon
The dumb's secret with the deaf is saved
Yet life's candle burns so brief
When hand well-nigh grasped of joy's garment
And all deeds seems reasoning without
Ringing out effigees of great days gone
"So dicephalous art the passage of life
Paradoxical grace of sinful Israelites
O Wilderness of sin!
Two sides defining a coin
So shall man wade this river called life
Coursing, perhaps, from Babylon to Zion
Reluctantly from Egypt to Cannan
Where people that had forsaken sin
Would find solace seeing it again"
I would rather this exodus was never born.
(Afolayan Abolarin)
Tearing irony,
howling sarcasm,
coming out of dribbling mouths,
blood-staining hyenas,
exhausted vampires.
To self-learn the art of hatred,
Just from mask-faces without dynamism,
This is the famous Shakespearean dilemma,
That comes, resuscitates like an atavism.
Tossing in the bed of hypocrisy,
amongst drinks that suffocate in frenzy,
this is the post-modern heroism,
simple, surviving of the humanity.
Love divine
How it burns when it falls from the sky -
how it hurts when the water is done.
How it rains with the words half-denied,
When the world looks for fabulous suns.
How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are fast and are clean.
How it roars when the lights are insane,
how they fatefully touch our skin.
How I pray for this love not to fade,
How I look for your eyes in the woods,
How we crave for emotional shade,
In each other we find our roots.
Profane love
When the touch dumbs us down -
when the shadows arise,
When in passion we drown,
when there's evil disguised.
When your kiss, black as night,
slowly turns on my key,
when your arms, full of might,
burn my fragility,
When we're fruitful and hot,
when we're lost in our dreams,
When we're tied with love's knots,
So profane we might seem.
06.05.2016
(c) Maryna Tchianova, Ukraine
As hurricane Katrina has came and gone, "the challenging winds can do no wrong".
As hurricane Katrina did left many dead and homeless, "the prompt of prayers can
imprint the mind to be-strong!!
Not all it its path did away with the cries, "the challenging winds attacks only in the nite".
O'Challenging wind why do you communicate so ruthless and powerfull. Do you
seek in your path-of-destruction-the need to evacuate. The contact of the history is
the guiding forces that compliment the need for the rain that came. O'Hurricane, O'Hurr-
icane, please come again. :What you did on New Orleans, will never make-us "friends".
Spring‘s gone,
Summer days,
Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace.
Silently, I gaze from secret place
Consumed by memories
Of happiness shared of you and me,
Snowy days spent by the fire
Entangled souls seemingly
We beat the odds with evenness
Blissfully…
In this present moment, a longing touch rises within
Where giddy hearts still afire
Passionately so…
In an instant,
It begins to rain within,
I sigh, you sigh -- We
Breathe…
Sunset
a living sketch
colours curled together like smoke
in shades gold and plum
oblivious inspiration
to my humbled brush