Don't Let Babylon Burn
Don't let Babylon burn,
Within her walls,
Upon her streets.
All wisdom shines.
Crucify rage which withers existence,
Fight the world with all your might,
Fight to keep the dream alive.
Let them crucify your generosity,
Let them sneer at your foolish ways,
You have your mind.
The pain, it belongs to you,
It's yours to keep.
The oracles, the bloody oracles,
Will choke on Delphian dust
As best-laid plans go up in flames
Autumn unbuttons the
afternoon, loosens its
gold along the lane. A leaf
comes down without a sound
and lands inside last night’s rain.
I used to press these little
flames between the pages of a
book, believing something
bright would stay if only I
refused to look. Now
copper gathers at my
feet; the branches
open to the grey. I
leave the fallen
leaves untouch
ed and take
the long
way
home
tod
ay.
She’s gone, never cry
Whose eyes smile, living in peace
Cherishing every moment of my pen
Seems she made me a victor
This reality all over my face
Standing tall
Behind my beautiful friend grave
Soliloquizing pain
Screeching in my heart for years now
I was born with the weight of someone else's world on my shoulders
Is this the definition of an old soul?
Youth that carried ancestral curses like crosses and was forced to grow around their crushed bones
given a gift of rage that wasnt mine
until I learned how to call it my own
Once upon a time the screams had many voices , then one day they all started to sound like me, my mouth filling with words I was never meant to speak
I watched my innocence flee , and give my power to the fear that swallowed me
instead of running for my life, I ran straight into the knife that I carved out of my worries
the lost child bleeding in my hands
You Can Look
At It That Way...
You Can Whirl
It Around...
Down To Ultimatum,
Darker Than Drooool...
Sticky Molasses
Sweet Swirling
Lowwww.
Where Bliss!?
When
The Darkness
Discovers:
*LIGHT*
-Gray Squirrel
09-26-2026
I let flowers grow in the saddest parts of me
And so my heart has a tiny hole, where the roots remain
The grass surrounds it along with the veins
There's no sign of daisies, no sign of dandelions or sunflowers
But the black rose that grows, poking the tissue with it's thorns
As if the rose needs my wounds to grow, it keeps me bleeding
I walk towards your house like i did before
The path hasn't changed much but i can't find a shred of hope
It's like the sun never shines on your side of the town
This used to be the brightest corner, now i walk different roads wishing it'll all fade down
I know, i think too much about you
And you're in all of my proses
But have you ever thought, maybe it's not you but what you did
The time we spent is now frozen, behind glass and pages burnt to ash
Maybe you'll never realize, i loved you for you
But you never could and i crossed the road
The bridge between us is a bridge I'll walk through, in cold
Because the warmth i needed is the warmth that you stole.
Let her stay
Let her be the reason you understand why it's important to feel
Bring her flowers, set of all, not just the roses
Charmers and dandies are plenty but please, listen to her prose
Your sad juncture and her healing virtue
The wind will wither away, along with the bruises, the dust and hay
Sit by her side as she listens to her favourite strain
'Light in the dark' phrase would only be so true, had you understood what means to her is just you
When the dullness consumes her, take her out for a walk
Talk it out of her, word-by-word
Let her know you hold her heart
Slowly and carefully, and with love
You let her in and now her home is your house
Your gardens are her solace and your heart is forever safe and sound.
Let them fall
Let the leaves
Alone
After putting one between
Two sheets
Of paper
Grab a crayon
Not black
I suggest orange
Or Sunny Yellow
Not boring green
Go over
The bumpy road
Scribble scribble scribble
To your hearts content
Hold
The paper to the light
Look how your crayon flew
Put down
Another sheet
Over
A different shape
And shimmy shimmy shimmy
Shake
That lively crayon
It’s on fire
Be friends
With the Autumn wind
Gifts sent as the branches
become naked
Cold
Warm
Your fingers
Probably your toes
Twinkle
Next up?
Pinecones
Glue, paint, glitter
O what wonder!
LET BELIEVE
Walk with faith,
believing in yourself each day,
Trust the above; let doubt drift away.
What is meant for you will come
without struggle in its time,
Just like a river
that flows in rhythm and rhyme.
Rosey RMV 12 September 2026
some scriptures advocate that we negate
the here now this feeling of body-mind
but our heart’s response is to celebrate
is-ness of being-ness divine aligned
a koel sings for no reason at all
imprinting in the void a work of art
so likewise poised in a benign bliss squall
we are the vibrance of toroidal heart
manifest form and unmanifest space
former the dance and the latter the stage
origins to the noumena retrace
peaceful pulsating light that has no age
what we dismiss becomes something we miss
clear sight barren offers not taste of bliss
I will be me as an anchor,
I will be me as an anchor,
But me saying as it will,
As the oceans pass I will,
As the stories tell I will.
Tea must blossom in the water
before its deepest flavour can emerge;
perhaps the heart is much the same-
we suffer less when we learn to let go.
But the longer the tea is steeped,
the more bitter it becomes.
And the more we turn a thought over,
the more tears that it can bring.
Yet bitter tea is not always unpleasant
and tears do not always mean sorrow.
Sometimes a cup grows darker
only because it has been given time
to become what it had always meant to be.
Steep it once, and it will be strong.
Steep it again, and it will soften.
Maybe people are like that too:
what hurts when held so tightly
will begin to loosen, inch by inch
when given time to breathe.
We do not ask the first cup
to be the most pleasant.
Nor should we demand ourselves
to wash away a heavy sadness
in a single moment.
Let it steep.
Let the days be water.
Let the heart slowly open
Let what is too bitter today
become gentler with time.
Some things are not meant
to be rushed away-
they are meant to
slowly
dissolve.
Hold
Firm
Like Ori
Lit in Orun
While earthly noise climbs colossal
Trying to blur your fluorescence
With shadows precast to
Mimic ancestral rumors
Hoping you'll forget the
Cosmos Supreme being
Stitched into the deepest
Chambers of your intellect.
Let go of some talks
Not all talks are talks
You can't swim
More than a frog
Stop showing off
Because you can't
Have it all
Everyone got what they lack.
Don't take some walk
Not all walks are walks
Some you might not return
You can't be brighter
Than Sirius
You're just a minus
Because you'll die one day.
You can't flock with all
Let go of some folks
You can't tell the time
More than the clock
Base on our programming
You live with
What you have or know.
I feel the torrent of pain racking my body’s life.
In despair, I hold my wife's hand so tight.
Tears and sobbing surround me; my family feels helpless.
Yet as the pain subsides, I smile, knowing I’m blessed.
I look at each of them, reminiscing about our life memories.
Watching each of them create a new family with their stories.
With each telling of what we lovingly remembered from our times.
Then a warm, gentle wind blows through, ringing the chimes.
I feel a new presence of love forming before me as I am in awe.
My family senses the calming comfort of the inevitable call.
I call forth with my last breath that I love them, to let me go.
Then my wife calmed my family and told me we are ok so I let go.
Brother Jesus held me, and he quieted my heart as I cried.
The time has come for my family to grieve as I died.
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