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Contest: Zodiac Signs as Inspiration
Placed : First : July 26
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darkness cleaves fins tight
underwater swims dreaming
emerge, cringes intact
syllabus rules fools
tight is her grip on fat cat
he rushes waves in dew morn
aquarium cracks
psyche hacks quiet wisely
avocado gold pisces fold images ~
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I see my face in a fractured mirror,
It reflects shattered images quite deep,
Secrets that the fragments can hardly hide,
A warped and slanted view of what I was,
Reflecting a pale painful pining face.
I try to glue the pieces together,
But that is a battle lost before-hand,
The fracture dealt, too wide and pulled aside,
The sharp sardonic sides still stay stalemate,
Reflecting myself as a ghastly ghost.
Apart from that mirrored
Closest what reflects
Our mystical source, in kindred
Spirits one detects.
SHARED IMAGES
conceiving
thinking
stimulating
artistic
affinity
in
kindred
alliances
with
common
ends
gathered
together
a
binding
web
of
noble
simple
grandeur
TRANQUIL IMAGES
imagination's
impending
arrival
dignified
simple
immersed
in
motifs
of
surprising
themed
coincidences
veiled
with
fanciful
wonder
lively
vigorous
episodes
characterising
ostensibly
profound
contemporary
illusions
to
apply
&
witness
intimate
schematic
formulations
blades of grass with dew-drops
appear as double-edged sharp swords
stabbing tender transparent crystal balls ~
light rays paint kaleidoscopic images
1st place
Your spirit comes to read my lines
It shines within the images of yours
You look after the two of us
In silent eloquence, it grows
Like the blue hyacinths that bloom
In spring, I think it was last year
And there we sit in our room
In time, that cannot disappear..
memories hold sway
unburdened by silent hours
bringing back the day
ghosts with magical powers
lived through images which were ours
penny for your thoughts
as sunlight peaked though shade
we were casting lots
when we should have been afraid
what we had, subject to trade
reaching in the dark
for soft surrounding of you
moment turning stark
so next day, away I flew
love and longing both made true
standing on the beach
looking out to pale blue sky
past waiting world's reach
pretending was final lie
which left me as the bad guy
disturbed man crying
on cold foggy London day
why was I spying
"God Save the Queen" starts to play
not able to look away
ruby sangria
drunk glass after clinking glass
through no culpa mea
thinking through all which had passed
life moved along much too fast
frail phantoms circling
push the past into mind's sight
nothing worsening
ghostly visions our birthright
ghosts soon vanished into night
Cotton soft billows levitate high
Stretch across the azure canvas
Blending, shading, images transform
Swirls, whirls of feathery white
Shoved together with a breath of wind
Stirring a recipe of splendor
A dragon, an eagle all in an instant
Mysterious is the artist unique indeed
Cloud art speaks with a heavenly presence
In sleep,
minnows are whales,
the soul is a cat
watching the mind scuttle
hither and thither,
running from its own
fearful shadows.
You wake and sleep
wake and fall again
into that swirling miasma
of dream remnants.
It has been said that sleep
is the language of the soul,
if so,
it is an Ur speech,
and its prehistoric utterances
surface
from a history book
yet to be written.
As I look in union of singularity in a world of complexe opposition and harmony.
A splinter in the heart of dream and tearing in the blood cells.
I slaughtered the necks of hopes, bleeding the burning from pains.
A mirror of dry salt-tears reflects the fracture.
And the self has nothing left but the desire to vanish the whole structure.
After long waiting and the stalling of suicide attempts
From exhaustion I feel no enough essence for two lives.
The first, in exile.
The second in the middle between a kiss of the eye
The eye that does not weep, it only stares.
Gazing to reveal contemplations about the soul’s hidden monuments,
Peering over thresholds to inspect the secrets of the universe.
I pluck out the snail of my ear; I try to listen to the echo of the hoarse voice,
Fixing my gaze on the bridge’s edge,
where the wave casts obscene images:
Of tortured bodies and heads cut off before inspiration could visit them.
Because God refused to touch them,
Yet the devil from the pit touched them.
A train without a ticket to take me where there is no memory,
No memory except that I come from afar,
And that the heart is the single meaning of iron.
Clouds of many forms, shifting in the sky,
Fading in and out, quietly passing by.
Seeing floating forms in full animation,
Requires a reset of mind’s vibration.
For one must look deeply beyond mere sight,
To see all the shapes in the dark and light.
Open channels of imagination,
Now you recognize the mind’s creation.
Cloud after cloud they begin to connect,
You still can’t decide just what to expect.
Coming into focus from bleak contrast,
The things you are seeing just cannot last.
Seeing with faith through an opened mind’s eye,
Created wonders in creation’s sky.
The 1st Commandment does not forbid us to honor the saints in Heaven
As long as we do not give them the honor that belongs to Eternal God alone
When we pray to the saints we ask them to offer their prayers to Eternal God for us
We do not pray to the crucifix
Or the images of Father Christ
And of the Saints but to the person whom they remind us
No thirst trap, no click bait,
I give versed expression
Silk and lace threaded thru
each line and question
Rawness felt, while images
age and yellow
Expressed words lasting, soft,
sweet, and mellow
I show my skin through
words I’ll strip
Describing it with my
crafted script
Holding you in whispered
conversation
Baring my soul for
your imagination
Bared hips, and red lips,
I write the scene
Poetically giving a
seductive theme
Filtered softness,
is an elaborate con
Ones beauty fades
as my words live on
My worth ain’t begging
on my knees
Everyone knows who I am,
rebeltease
See I carry myself
with style and grace
My tongue leaks ink,
it’s words I embrace
Spilling from my veins,
stories of emotion
Flowing like each ebb
on a quiet ocean
Vibing with words
left feeling spent
A warm calmness,
your soul is content
Seducing with the words
I’ve written
Images fade while
my words still be hittin
Sliding through one’s mind,
pictures unfold
Living forever, my words
never grow old
Images
Frozen in time, as time passes by,
A time to be born, A time to die.
Fleeting memories, lost in the mind,
Robs me of memories, left behind.
The swirling mist, is rolling in,
Invading my senses, pulling me in.
On the edge of in sanity, I struggle to feel,
No long aware, of what is illusion, or real.
I think I see shadows, inside the mist,
I call them for answers, I must insist.
Leave me alone, or set me free,
Let me remember, let me be me.
Images haunt me in my dreams,
My mind is empty, I hear myself scream.
As the mist rolls away, leaving nothing the same,
I realize, I don't even remember my name.
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