I listen to the waves sighing,
like words seized from the weary,
an island that trembles
to the tune of every tide forged
with artificial aquamarines,
like accolades articulated
with aesthetic lies,
misleading the mindless,
ridiculing the rhythm,
as if we are all blindfolded ~
bleeding ballads of the broken,
borrowed from buried poets,
still breathing amidst their demise…
But if only they knew:
imageless imitation never
impressed the Imagists,
the ones who care
not for rhyme’s retardation ~
that sounds like absolute absurdity.
So tonight, as I write
with granite and garnet,
I long for perfumed light
to school the manipulated rules,
claiming to know it all,
sitting in their emptiness,
unaware of neither
what’s right nor wrong.
I am the unblemished;
I breathe not illusions
embalmed with poison.
I am original ~
a word that no longer is present
in the dictionary of the deceitful…
Stop thy mutterings, O Poet and send your verses to exile,
Night and day are bonded together in a chain of calendar,
Shades and colours of twilight dance to imageless rapture.
Endless fretful hours unveil
That sky is somewhere beyond distant thunder,
Horizon is vanished, nowhere to find,
Air is drowned in foggy bind
For a restive spirit to wonder.
The blood in veins flow
Soundless like the cold autumn dew,
And trembling inside the heart grew few,
As there are no images to glow.
Soul seeks shelter in solitude away from the crowd,
Thoughts do not spread wings to fly.
The meadow without horizon beneath the sky
A quiet place for any poetic verses to be abound.
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Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardour
Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness
Imageless and almost senseless...
Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity
Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity
Just living with my own nothingness
Dumb and almost senseless...
Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions
Can't speak and expound my real emotions
Can't shout out loud, just living with silence - soundless
Dumb and almost senseless...
Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve
Can't act, can’t execute, can’t move - there's no relieve
Just living with myself, occupied by loneliness
Cripple and now USELESS
Balked, feeble, depraved, weak - a YOUNG LOSER
Living with the lies through one's teeth? Will never be ...
And will never SURRENDER
Still BREATHING
BELIEVING...
KNEELING...
PRAYING...
~~~Armed to the TEETH with Faith and Devotion~~~
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