A shadow walked beside the man I knew,
A heavy fog that blurred his gentle eyes.
The bottles and the powder stole the view
Of the father who could love without disguise.
Because he loved me—that I always knew,
Deep down beneath the wreckage and the pain.
He held my hand when sober days were true,
Before the storm would pull him back again.
He fought a war inside his broken mind,
A losing battle fought with desperate pills.
But in the quiet space he left behind,
I only want to look upon his hills.
And then the night the world went tearing loose,
When breath grew shallow right beside my bed.
I watched him slip away from life's abuse,
While frantic, helpless thoughts ran through my head.
I hold the silence where he used to breathe,
And wrap myself in guilt I shouldn't bear.
I ask the dark what I could interweave,
To save him from the ghosts hiding in there.
But love cannot outrun a poison's art,
And children cannot cure a sickness deep.
I keep his love tucked safely in my heart,
And let the blame fade softly into sleep.
… and so the days move forward and as we reminisce
We think of how things used to be before we came to this
The days of yore: More simplistic; innocence so young
Aspirations to the sky, and travels so far-flung
But Life is not yet over, many dawns are yet to be
We cannot allow ourselves to live in reverie.
Tomorrow may bring wonders imaginations can’t conceive
And they will live within us - in our lives to interweave.
So while the past was wondrous – we don’t regret a thing
The future holds more wonders within our lives to bring
Smiles and joys we’ve never met, things alive and new
So look forward to Tomorrow – there are things awaiting you.
A bright sunshine dawns
Joy prances in morning light
Laughter seals the air
A cheerful, cheery moment
A memory to engrave.
A startling grey cloud
Tears drip like showers of rain
Heart pinches with pain
The world feels bleak and hollow
Sorrow whispers in the soul.
Yet after the storm
A rainbow arches above
Hope begins to shine
The heart starts to patch up slow
Life resumes its normal train.
After a plain ride
The road starts upward-sloping
But descends again
To wit the high and low tide
The twists and turns of man`s life.
The shine of summer
Fans its fragrance in the air
Wiinter`s wild winds waft,
The two sides of the same coin
The light and darkness that dance,
Day fades into night
Moonless sky succeeds sunshine
Cold is gauged with warmth
A beeline journey of life
Would be dull, dry and dreary.
The seasons all change
Joy and sorrow interweave
A tapestry made
From moments bright and shady
Each thread adds to beauty`s depth.
Let`s greet all the feels
The sweet and the bitter taste
For both make us whole
A balanced life we`re given
let`s cherish all precious breath.
The Dance, The Dance Of Trinity,
Before All Work's Begun!
We Sing The Praises Of The Three
The Father, Spirit, Son!
Let Voices Rise And Interweave
By Love And Hope Set Free,
To Shape In Song, This Joy This Life,
The Dance Of Trinity!
A GATE of twilight, where hues begin their slow descent.
The fading light, a JEWEL caught in time's soft hand.
A SHADOW falls, a silent, whispered, deep MUTTER.
Through time's vast GATE, a spectrum's memory flows.
A MUTTER of rust and gold, where moments interweave.
The JEWEL of dawn, escaping night's dark SHADOW.
And time's own GATE, where colored echoes softly hover.
When iridescent light collided with dark matter you were conceived. (Again)
In places of decadence beyond my perception, we interweave.(Event)
Saturated with strands of fiber from the great traits handed on
from the souls that speak without words aloud, but are glean, nundating and heard.
The transition we vaguely recall in our dreams as bairn sprits.
That reminds that we are small, that we travel forever in time.
Heading towards wisdom gained and amassed in collection, ( destination)
we stay a course towards becoming more than we can dream.
As we try to recall each time it occurred, it fades away like seasons.
Yet, I feel the grains filling the trug of my heart and mind.
Once the star is born, fusion becomes life, becomes red, becomes white, then becomes darkness.
The circle continues and begins again with a conscience remembering of all that is gained, all that is lost, and all that we'll become. (Sparks)
The last rays of sunshine disappear
as the dark clouds interweave,
The show ends, and the crowd leaves,
Left behind were dashed hopes and
unfulfilled dreams scattered on the
ground,
Next to the exit door was this unfulfilled
dream, unwrapped and unbound.
An unchivalrous Knight abandons his
Lady Love, breaking his promise,
severing their bond,
Searching high and low, he was nowhere
to be seen and nowhere to be found,
He left behind a once cheerfully bright
soul, like a Spring Blossom, in a sea of
tears drifting far and wide.
Her shattered heart helplessly looks
on as memories slip like sand
through fingers,
And while feelings of betrayal and
abandonment still lingers,
In the garden of her heart where love
once lived, silence blooms,
Her body, painful and lifeless, cries
out in agony from grief and sadness
that looms.
Seeking solace, she looks for a way
to escape and a place to hide,
Finding none, her heart cries silently
knowing she must endure and muster
the courage to take the next stride.
By Zyrool
The desolate wasteland of trepidation traversed
by my jagged life that strived relentless for so long
to smoothen the innate angularities of serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of sucking indignation.
Siphoned into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a pathway of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my affable heart,
not yet frozen passive in the prolonged winter of desolation.
The spring of longing came with fragrance of fervor,
floated on the dreamful wings of fleeting emotive time
across the flush of my floral heart where you had flittered
like a butterfly creating the cadence of chromatic symphony.
The concert of the mesmeric music of my yearning,
refrained the rhythm of concealed current called love,
that rolled between you and me to interweave us forever,
as engrossed emotions danced with the ripples of rhapsody.
In the dance of thoughts, we twirl,
a symphony of whispered musings.
Words, delicate as a butterfly's kiss,
flutter from our lips, sometimes exquisite,
sometimes in the gentle decay of letters.
Oh, how we interweave with the tapestry
of our innermost reflections,
uttering soliloquies to the silent echoes.
Each syllable, a gem of contemplation,
we carefully place within the gardens
of afterthoughts, a secret burial ground.
Speak, ethereal Shadow,
your stillness a reflection of my motion,
a silent dialogue in the theatre of existence.
You breathe life into ages I struggle to fathom,
yet here, in the rhythmic cadence of breaths,
I persist, a witness to the art of living.
"The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean,
moving in tandem with clouds and oceans,
westward to east, a celestial waltz."
Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet,
where time pirouettes in endless grace.
:: November 14, 2023 ::
I believe in a sovereign Father God,
His Son, Jesus' virgin birth
the Holy Spirit - these three I applaud.
I believe God has a family plan
safe place for a husband and wife
creating children as they form a clan.
I believe moms work hard to satisfy
what households need. Dads get jobs to supply
the basics: food, clothes and shelter thereby.
God works in my world to interweave
blessings of fam'ly which we daily receive,
a safe place with Him in whom we believe.
I believe when I see a toddler try
balancing on feet with arms raised
trusting mom and dad ready on standby.
Because children learn by not giving up,
parents learn by treasuring family -
God's special place, safe within His hands, Yup!
Serenity- that bliss we long to find-
and one that's filled with blessings from above
to calm the soul and heart via the mind.
Serenity is often stirred by love
in sharing, giving back all we receive
and knowing what we get, we're worthy of.
Serenity takes place when we believe
that faith is what true peace is built upon;
uplifting it with strengths they interweave.
Serenity relies on hope to spawn
the inner calm that each new day may bring-
filled with tranquility from dawn to dawn.
Serenity- our gift to grasp and cling-
and balance well- life's happiness and sting.
Twig twists intersect then spread victory
Receptors sprout cat waving paws
Fold fruit bowl foliage, branch tributary
Lump eye timber columns support
Steer me clear of thatch caged cluster
Cheerleader twirling ribbons sizzle
Shifted to soft focus forest, fairy dusted
In drifting dandelion seed celestial
Thrown down overlap of toasty tobacco
Crinkle constant joke cracked faces
Humour grants razor slim grasses tackle
Unused nests during seasons' phases
Basket interweave splice strap sun poke
Probes timid shade a radiating halo
Lathered limbs in blossom shampoo soak
Crown me neath ghostly citrine glow
Sombre trots towards her restful rotunda
Floating pollen fluff Snugglepot ego
Fingers spring flags of woodland wonder
Grip ant gazette trail to safe gazebo
6th March
Exists in the middle
First tears do heat and drench the cheeks, flesh weak.
A London fog rolls in and life seems gray.
You can’t make a U-Turn, can’t find your way.
Without the love of one, bright days are bleak.
Energy drained, no words - it’s hard to speak.
In church - it’s hard to praise, it’s hard to pray.
Memories caged - mourners, what did they say?
Words near but far away - the muddle’s Greek.
But tears, they dry, they cool - hard to believe.
Except long years - to breathe - hard to be brave;
became two of a kind - soul’s interweave.
Some can’t overcome grief - dig their own grave.
The truth is this: of death we’re all naïve.
We can’t prepare ourselves for the shock wave.
10/15/2022
Perchance, you come to me in dreams
So vividly I perceive you to be a reality,
Could I not possibly fall in love, it seems.
Or, possibly that we do live in a duality
Where lives coalesce and interweave,
So vividly I perceive you to be a reality.
I realize how difficult it is to conceive
That dreams are an alternative dimension,
Where lives coalesce and interweave.
Interweaving takes place without dissention
So focused are we on the here and now,
That dreams are an alternative dimension.
Perhaps my vision of you shows me how
Crossing the thin line, we often ignore
So focused are we on the here and now.
You came to me as you have done before
Perchance, you come to me in dreams?
Crossing the thin line, we often ignore
Could I not possibly fall in love, it seems.
Written June 27, 2022
Many times I’ll watch a show,
Enough to say I’d binge.
Gone away, my mind will go,
And slowly off the hinge.
Watch enough, the show will lend,
An accent to my voice.
What that is, it will depend,
Upon my viewing choice.
Southern drawl or British twang,
Perhaps a little latin.
Simulating mobster slang,
Like I’m from Manhattan.
When I drive, I double take,
At what could be revealed.
Dragons flying by a lake,
Or zombies in a field.
Doctor shows make me believe,
That I should be one too.
Conversations interweave,
A surgeons point of view.
So I have to rearrange,
My mind to what I know.
For my brain can often change,
When binging on a show.
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