ALLUSIONS OF A VANISHED NOW*
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stainless-steel womb
welded shut,
buried beneath the oak's gnarled roots,
remnants given to the earth.
allusions of a vanished now~
faded sepia photographs,
a girl's clumsy drawing of herself,
a compact disc, its molded plastic brittle,
a mix of forgotten summer love songs.
headlines tell of wars, violence, and bloodshed
tidings of momentary joys~
the scent of potpourri, a best-selling book,
a poem scribbled on frangible parchment,
a smooth, grey river rock,
pocketed on some long-ago walk
treasured remembrances.
When unearthed decades from now,
will future inquirers understand
the echoes,
the desires,
the fears,
the loves,
invisibly etched in these ordinary relics?
Will they see us in the dust motes dancing
in the beam of their curious light?
Or will it all just be
a mysterious puzzle,
a murmur,
quickly forgotten,
returned to the earth's clutches?
*Note: Poem published 6/27/2025 then deleted; (Poetrysoup.com/poem/allusions_of_a_vanished_now_1737437) This is my original pom
Life comes from the living ones
But death?
Where does death come from?
Does it come from outside?
Or it comes from within?
Does it start when we are born?
Or walk with us throughout life?
When we start crawling
When we start schooling
When we fall in love
When we get married or
When we are on the edge of life
And nothing makes sense
Not even love, career or success
We utter a prayer
Searching for meaning of life
But the prayer remains unanswered
We feel lost, abandoned
We die, living invisibly
The heart gets hardened
The souls is empty and numb
We forget to laugh
To think
And love again
We forget to be human
To feel the rain
To hug a tree
To gaze at the sunrise
Or enjoy a child’s smile
We become strangers to ourselves
And to the outside world
We don’t notice we are dying
Perhaps we are already dead
Without knowing God
Without outliving death
And that is the end of it all
Perhaps my being
is merely a mistake of silence,
a daring dream of the universe,
born in a moment of cosmic hesitation.
And yet I,
in my fragile innocence,
try to give form to the infinite,
to grasp with empty hands
that spark
which always slips between my fingers.
But what is touch,
if not a silent way of losing?
And what is loss,
if not another path
toward the truth that we are bound,
invisibly, to all we cannot hold?
I am but a passerby
on a shoreless sea,
carrying within me the weight of dreams
that not even death
can scatter.
They, the idols who have the right given by you to dispose of your own soul, offer to admire their wise reflections, but do not offer to share their wisdom with them. They don't want you to be on the same level of insight. This is the real culture, derived from the word "cult" - you are allowed to admire, but you cannot touch it, or even come too close. It's a temple value, and it's not for everyone. Only for initiates who know the unwritten rules and rituals. Protected by the state, this plug is invisibly nailed to every object of worship, be it music or painting. But the state is not the best custodian, so only the maniac collectors can provide genuine guarantees of safety that last as long as they are alive. When there are no passionate lovers, both passion and its once adored objects disappear.
A Simultaneous Existence,
Exists Within us.
Making a difference,
Different than you Think.
Connecting Emotions and Energy,
Silently driving Society.
Quietly Implying words you Say,
We blindly pave the way.
Navigating Physicality,
Through this Maze of Reality.
Trapped By Desires,
Wrapping us In Fire.
Smoke Obstructing,
Suffocating our way to be.
Feelings of Negativity,
Run Rampantly.
Simultaneously up and down,
Through Humanity.
Effecting Everyone you see,
Tainting their energy.
Changing So Slightly,
You start Sinking.
Thinking,
Digging up the dark.
Caverns of Patterns,
Connecting our lives.
Unaware how it Drives,
Crashing Energy into Matter.
Feelings Splatter Space,
Surrounding the place.,
Invisibly Existing,
Simultaneously,
Sharing,
The Ups and Downs.
Invisibly Twisting,
Endlessly,
Into eternity.
The smallest piece,
Of you and me.
Holding truth after truth,
The Secrets to our youth.
A strain identifying,
Our souls' Time line.
Our Cells multiplying,
Creating A perfect design.
The housing of the divine.
The magic key,
Hiding our history,
That's smothered in Mystery.
The truth about Humanity,
Being sovereign and free.
Open your mind,
You just may find,
If you quiet the self,
And take the time,
The secrets we left behind.
Go deep inside,
Find your divide.
From Self to skin,
See the Cells within.
Getting closer now,
Your reality,
Twisting endlessly,
Into Divinity.
Looking into,
A? whole new Galaxy,
That connects YOU and ME
soul tie soul tie, that 7 letter word, a blessing sent from heaven, something so heard, invisibly listened to, individuals secretly put as 2, a soul tie makes one, one soul and one heart, a soul love another even when the souls are apart, until death finishes time, until the soul tie unwinds, but your souls are tied, and the tears you cried, because the relationship felt tangled, but with a soul tie it’s all handled, it’s only tangled because of the distance, you hold on to the tie, because everyday you miss it, when your not with your other half, one thing doesn’t sound the same and it’s your laugh, as you watch from afar, you realise the person you are, you can’t laugh the same, and no one is to blame, your heart behind your body, is connected to somebody else, I’ve experienced that for myself, I was never told, it was just there to hold, hold onto so tight, to think about it at night, and as the soul tie crossed my mind, you did too, because I wouldn’t want to experience a soul tie with anyone but you,
If you don't mind I'd like to come and watch you when you play
And think of all the possibles that we could have someday
I wouldn't make it obvious, I'd sit way in the back
And though I'd want to scream for you instead I'd simply clap
A tear may fall but that's because you sing so beautifully
You touch my heart in ways that can't be seen, invisibly
And though I know we might not ever get to be a team
I'll still come to all your shows and I'll still keep the dream
In fiery red costumes, anger dances fire ablaze.
Anxiety, pain, and isolation, from within, gaze
Garlands of skulls, bones, and spun veins are worn invisibly.
Bloody tongue ladle, like that of a hound, quizzically
Irritability, stress, and strain are in full posture.
Arrogance, annoyance, and aggression are their gestures.
Hostility, powerlessness, and rage in ballet blend
Assumptions amalgamate with negative assessments.
Veerbhadra, Narasimha, and Mahakali unite.
With Lyssa, Medusa, and Nemesis, they seem to fight.
As the butterfly and dragonfly metamorphosis
The dance of anger ends with a congruous catharsis.
My love
for you
happened
like
a photon
strike,
ejecting
electrons
of desire
into my
beating
heart,
flooding
veins
with fire.
Zepto-
second*~
a sliver
of time
faster than
the blink
of my
eye**;
as power-
full as
Cupid's
arrow
hitting
its mark
invisibly.
*The zeptosecond is a unit of time equal to 0.000 000 000 000 000 000 001 seconds, that is, 10?²¹ seconds. It's the smallest sliver of time yet measured and corresponds to the amount of time it takes for the electron to be ejected after the photon strike.
**On average the human blink lasts only a tenth of a second which is 100 milliseconds.
Shadows
I am the ghost in the room
Seeing, not seen
Listening, not heard
I can feel my breath
hear the heart in my chest
Living invisibly
A shadow nothing more
Stitch myself to you
Ignored
Out of rhythm,out of synch
Your light so dim
I disappear
I reflect a different Light
One that fits just right
I cast my very own
Shadow
I am myself.
With your light
I see the shape of you
In me.
Reed Richards, Mister Fantastic, a logical wizard,
Susan 'Sue', invisibly caused many a blizzard.
The human torch, Johnny Storm, who caused blaze-smouldering flames
Ben Grimm, the monstrous thing, who, with his stone-like flesh, played games
Traditions they trespassed; boundaries they bound; Chores ignored;
Subdued the subversives; tackled the terrors; caused concord;
The king rogue Doctor Doom, planet-devourer Galactus
The bleak realm's Annihilus... each they crack as though fractus
Brisk, like lightning or thunder; shape-shifting when needed;
Brim-filling optimism and integrity, well-wielded
They were, yet, true human beings with hearts of flesh and blood.
They could, however, survive midst dire drought or fatal flood.
As global celebrities, as unconventional friends,
And as invisible miracles with fulfilling ends
They expanded the Marvel Universe and its ventures.
With all spider-web-like intricacies and indentures
harp
to the mouth at the mic
on one side
the awe-maker
on the other side
the awestruck
harp
to the ear at the air
invisibly gained
bleed the crowd
The space animated. The place migrated.
The taste of possibility, pigmented,
invisibly, orientated by shifting atmosphere,
arousal, of fickled nothingness'?
impregnated?
So when we peel it all back, where did it all come from.
I mean when you get past the birds and the bees, the plants and the trees
The sea and the sky, the planets and the universes and the cosmos
We come to back to what. But I want to know why.
Why is there all that, what is it all for. To live to die, what more?
Perhaps the human brain and heart cannot bear an unanswered line
And maybe everything from that point becomes too invisibly sharp
So we create everything the gods the angels and even the golden harp
That answers all our questions and we can heave a finished sigh
We are not alone and we don’t need to ask again the ultimate unwavering, why.
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