Labyrinth Poems

In the labyrinth of dreams, where words are sculpted from silence

In the labyrinth of dreams, where words are sculpted from silence,
I often wonder why I don't dare to speak my truth.
How could it be so hard to let the heart flow,
When day by day I play with sounds, with rhymes, with metaphors?
Would it be enough for these words to reach her, to bloom?
I already know

LABYRINTHINE PATHS

LABYRINTHINE PATHS
“You have no need to travel anywhere—journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.” Rumi
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I walk softly into the labyrinth,
knowing not what I will find.
Cautiously, I journey within. 

Through labyrinthine paths I meander
seeking answers.
Expectantly, I journey within.

Time unfolds like an origami crane,
‘art of being’ stitched

In the labyrinth of thoughts, where worlds silently revolve

In the labyrinth of thoughts, where worlds silently revolve,
Under the shadow of the Monarch ruling in unseen illusions,
A solitary Sovereign, avatar of ancestral downfall,
Reigns eternally over human souls, ephemeral and fragile.
And only Christ, the divine opposition, pure and chosen light,
Dared to stand before the throne of this vicious world.
On the first step, the liberal with

One day we live, love, and die, in a labyrinth of illusions and lies

One day we live, love, and die, in a labyrinth of illusions and lies,
Each waits, without time to choose among the shadows that creep in,
Truth wanders like a lost echo through the crumpled pages of the world,
Despair feeds on deep silences, like a bottomless well.
One day we give new names to old thoughts, like a

I wander through the labyrinth of silence where echoes of lost desires intertwine

I wander through the labyrinth of silence where echoes of lost desires intertwine,
Searching for meaning in the abyss of thoughts that slip like sand through fingers,
A senseless man, carried by the winds of time, caught in the webs of endless questions,
With a heart like a dried-up well seeking its source in a world forgotten by

In a labyrinth of time, every second is a grain of sand scattered

In a labyrinth of time, every second is a grain of sand scattered,
everything hurts: old age is a veil of shadow over my thoughts,
and death, an old acquaintance, draws closer with every tick of the clock,
an old man like me can vanish in an instant, like a star that fades away,
leaving behind only memories and

Perhaps I'm not made for love, a labyrinth where I always lose my way

Perhaps I'm not made for love, a labyrinth where I always lose my way,
The moment I think I've found the chosen one turns into illusion,
The instant I feel I'm in love proves to be just a notion,
And when I open my heart, trust is shattered by gestures that wound me deeply.
I wonder, will I ever

In the labyrinth of appearances, life stretches like a carpet of shadows

In the labyrinth of appearances, life stretches like a carpet of shadows,
I still dream of walking barefoot through storms of stellar chaos,
letting stones embroider my skin with love in shades of amethyst,
the ash of yesterday erases the traces of relentless lightning,
the ignorance of loneliness swallows the stars on the mysterious horizon.
Entrusted to the tormentor, I

Labyrinth of Your Soul

Why You Should Choose Love When All You Want To Do Is Run. -- Kelsey L.O.

I plunge into the labyrinth of your soul,
          dim-lit corridors,
                     

In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an endless waltz of shadows

In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an endless waltz of shadows,
I step on the edges of my soul, where angels shed feathers of memories,
their wings, birds of light, beating a rhythm locked in the vault of my chest,
struggling to fly, yet never freeing themselves from the cage of bones.
Thoughts writhe, eyeless serpents, cold as forgotten

In the labyrinth of warmth, I sought refuge in the cold room of frozen memories

In the labyrinth of warmth, I sought refuge in the cold room of frozen memories,
From the cold room, I fled to the coffin of unspoken promises,
And from the coffin? Only the bare hands of time bury constellations in the soul,
Though coffins are perhaps the cheapest homes in real estate listings,
No cell is lonelier than a

Delusional confusion with a side of freedom

Settling into a meadow brought about mellow flows of green and yellow assembled by memories they float freely on the breeze glimmering clearly off the trees lay reflections of memories like frailed Braille burnt on my mind my life looks back ancestral eyes look down on me through me and within me the realization of

On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth

On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth,
the vagabond and the artist seek their wings in the flight of an unforgiving dream's worth.
The soul, an ocean of desires and doubts, seeks a firm rock amidst the storm's embrace,
in the sea of uncertainties, where light and shadow entwine their

In the endless labyrinth of time, we wander like birds without wings

In the endless labyrinth of time, we wander like birds without wings,
In nights unraveling like silk, in days dressed in garments of ice,
We lose ourselves in the shadows of thoughts that swallow us like a merciless sea,
Searching for the hidden light, like a timid sun beyond a distant horizon.
Silences slowly fade in corners of the

In the labyrinth of time, our hesitant steps sketch the path of the unknown

In the labyrinth of time, our hesitant steps sketch the path of the unknown,
Each moment, a drop of mystery trickling into the ocean of possibilities,
We are actors without a script in a play whose acts are written as we live,
The curtain of uncertainty rises slowly, revealing scenes that take our breath away.
Life, a dance on

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