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I descend from Prussian tradition full of frozen rain and fire’s marches
Lagoons and marshes my father and history know about the Baltic Sea where
amber
swims ashore adorned jewelry of hearts and minds now on my lover’s slender
neck
We share ancestral stories my wife and I of concentration camps and necklaced
innocents declared informers in Apartheid set alight with tyres in hateful petrol
fumes
and Jewish screams to Genesis in the beginning that was the word when ashes
upon ashes
held all Phoenix’s aground and violence and genocidal anger knows no
boundaries
In flaked photographs and winter ember days set aside for prayer to the
Universe
avalanches and winter glows are waiting for the solitude of summer’s dawning
when Christmas is just another Sudan desert day abandoned by the God of
hellfire
Equidistance from Johannesburg and Koenigsberg belies the message flies away
from Peace
lie lies and old recurrent news in which winter landscapes rarely light the hollow
eyed
children’s dreams but glowing coal burns brightly when the sky erupts and
hallowed
bombs fall from heaven and I declare snowflakes and ember a luxury problem in
my soul
All that I am
With savour of liberty,
rudderless I float
in depth of time,
Unfolding treasures
and rapt of nature,
I try to construe laws.
Trusting humanity
beyond all caste and creed,
Waiting for boundaries
to say no to war,
Friends I live for stay
tugged at my heartstrings,
my life's tune put to melody.
Emotive and impulsive,
passion my fiery blood,
Agony eats me inside
as I drown in my own tears,
Materialism doesn't fascinate,
introspection at constant stake,
I am on a velocious voyage
that ends till eternity,
To my body and
soul's enlightenment.
Crazy bunch,
Anger crunch,
Undeciphered,
Complex puzzle,
Is all that I am !
Trusted but denied,
Honest little wise,
Take me kind,
In love blind,
Is all that I am !
Written July 31st, 2015
For contest "All that you are" by Charlotte Puddifoot
I wonder, is it the true love we seek,
To touch her heart, before passion we speak?
Yearning to witness pleasure in her eyes,
Uniting hearts, a love that never denies.
Wouldn't it be a love that transcends all,
Submission born of mutual hearts' call?
A love lasting forever, in tender embrace,
Authentic connection, a timeless grace.
It's the warmth of a touch, the sparkle in the eyes,
The laughter that echoes, beneath starlit skies.
It's the comfort of silence, when words are not enough,
And the strength in a hug, when times get rough.
True love is a symphony, played by two souls,
In perfect harmony, their connection unfolds.
It knows no boundaries, it breaks all chains,
A love that endures, through life's joys and pains.
True love is patient, understanding, and kind,
It's a beacon of hope, in a world so blind.
In the face of adversity, true love stands tall,
It weathers the storms, and never lets us fall.
Your love for me was read in your eyes,
But was it not merely my reflection, gazing within myself?
The symphony of your gaze, a labyrinth of intertwined illusions and realities,
A game of shadows and lights where our hearts met in silence.
The mirror of light deepened in your irises, an unfinished poem,
Folded in the blood of time, flowing through the veins of the soul,
Each sparkle, a lost star in the constellation of the unknown,
Your gaze, an enigma, a portal to the abyss of my desires.
In the flow of consciousness, I find myself dancing on the edge of this dream,
Where the boundaries of reality dissolve into an infinite ocean,
Looking into your eyes, I believed I saw your love,
But I lost myself in my own reflection, a specter of unspoken words.
Your love, a wave that flooded my soul,
But could this wave be just the shadow of a deep internal cry,
Could that emotion be real or merely a projection of my untamed desires?
In your eyes, I sought an eternal truth, but found only my reflection,
A distorted image of what I wished to be.
Under the chiaroscuro light of the stars, I always wonder,
If your love was ever mine or just an echo,
An ancient song resonating from the depths of my being,
Your gaze, a lantern in the night, guiding my steps toward the unknown.
I stood on the edge of the chasm between dream and reality,
Where illusions merge with the tangible world,
Seeking answers in the depths of your eyes,
But what I found was merely my own reflection, an unfinished puzzle.
I looked at you as a map of all my hidden secrets,
Each smile, a direction toward my heart,
But in this labyrinth of emotions, I lost myself,
Always returning to the starting point, to my own self.
I turn my gaze to the starry sky, seeking solace,
But the answers never come from outside,
In your eyes, I saw a universe, but it was merely my reflection,
My gaze, deepened in the mystery of my own existence.
And thus, shrouded in the mist of melancholy,
I realize that your love was never yours,
But just a part of me, reflected in the depths of your eyes,
A beautiful dream, a fantasy in which I chose to lose myself,
Flying among the stars, searching without finding,
Always at crossroads, always returning to oneself.
In the hidden realm, seeker of mysteries,
Where do you float, my boundless Origin?
Like a falling star, you bestowed upon me
A fragment of your essence, to give birth to me in depths...
But now, in the oppressive darkness of questions,
I wonder, was it out of love, punishment, or destiny?
I wander through the labyrinth of existence, lost in contemplation,
Feeling banished to the asylum of madness,
In the midst of an endless storm of events called life.
Here, where nothing finds respite,
And everything will be forgotten in the depths of oblivion.
Here, where appearances are but shadows of reality,
And reality hides its mystical truth.
In this place, where the beauty of illusion turns into truth,
And the cult of hope becomes imperative,
Conquering pain, masking suffering,
And quenching the burning thirst of the heart.
You, elusive being,
Master of my singular truth, I beseech thee,
Let your certainty enclose me in its cage.
With joy, I shall serve my sentence,
In rhythm with the boundaries of transcendence.
For what kind of freedom would it be,
Bound by the shadows of evil?
Blessed be your justice,
And above all, your mystical Grace.
Clams on parade go salty down
Slip into comas in throats of oceans
Land on floor beds blanketed in mud
In love with the mighty waves above
Lights on the shore, lights from stars
Reflect memories back to sea
Once more before the storm is formed
Of what is to become of shells not found
Is left unanswered
Somewhere below the clouds out loud
Between muffled sounds of thunder
Happy clams alarmed by nothing
Anchored by one foot in mud’s reality
Begin another day of freedom beneath
What of the fantastic ships at salty sea?
Raise the colors to the wind boys!
Churn with the waves towards shore
Crash on rocks to swallow them whole
Sell your souls below before you turn old
Voices lift higher to fill in the hour
Before the songs end in the mist
The power of dawn cracks open
Breaks like an egg in need of fire
Evaporates with the days arrival
Drink in the moment of the dive
So much salt can’t be wrong
Familiar with sand, shells become wise
Stand erect in tides to savor the depths
Suck up the flavor of the day
Currently under investigation by muscles
Too deep to measure as they contemplate
Restraints imposed on them by nature
Gray mouths close tightly in a smile
Clams hold on with one foot in reality
Anchored, shell shocked by tidal wilds
Must we wait for oyster logic
Pressure sets in when air’s depleted
Mud is soft and cloudy under there
Gathering objects in the dark
Can make it easy to forget
Oxygen is needed to catch your breath
To catch a clam you must use sense
Surely there is a compass in the sand
Stationed on terrains still under way
Clams parade oblivious to the obvious
Sounds are heard from up above
Only waves know the meaning
Above, the sea is distorted by light
Below, deep in thought, oceans nap
Clams begin to dance as mollusks
Crustaceans dwell within their boundaries
Debating whether mollusks should have feet
They do this frequently without sleep
Imagine your God's Eye view of Earth
blue-green revolving
around sunlight
under vaporous clouds;
dark shadowed nights
of windblown dynamite white silence
gusting and waning
Disturbed by city lights
and siren screams of inhumane terror.
From here
looking down my nose
breathing in and out, such perfect opportunity
my divine response
admires change, dynamic living systems
of sentient life, effluent causing
and effecting affluently holistic climax,
affectively self-perpetuating
self-rewarding Beauty
through wealthy resonance
of communal energies.
Living color, loving cultures
win/win prophetic meaning, moaning
ethological whispers of longing, health
biologically purposed wealth, intrinsic
within and upon sustaining Earth ecology,
Reasons for humane left deduced theology
and divine right global geology
secular/sacred, natural-spiritual world history
of JusticeTruth and BeautyRight relationships, equivocal Peace
deductive/inductive reflecting and unfolding
precessive/recessive feelings, effluently affluent health
emerging recreative beauty
Bicameral co-presence, bilateral ego/eco
health/wealth consciousness
out and in
nurtured and enspirited
through MindSight symphonic voices
of synchronic green-blue Earth
stereophonically revolving below
heavenly above,
Before I re-emerge
as same old mortal Ego ZeroZone,
fully sensate becoming
ZeroSoul re-identified,
This Here/Now one ZeroSum energy democracy
EarthTribe resident
of living permeable double-boundaries
ergodic
dynamic
synergetically Both/And
integral polyculturing feelings, communions
blue-green unsilenced
full rainbow felt resiliently organic
ego/eco dynamic effluence, co-gravitating
full of affluent spectral grace,
becoming left/right immanent sensory pace
uncovering Health as Beauty
slow-growing ecopolitical integrity awareness
Where creative beauty-wealth Rights
are always win/win healthy Lefts.
Stop!
Don't open the door,
my warped body in agony is lying on the floor.
The sight of me will disgust you,
you will run away if you find out the truth.
This act can no longer continue,
I hate myself and I will hate you too.
You bring afloat the memories carefully buried inside me,
you can see through the facade and touch the real me.
Your love is real,
it makes me feel surreal.
If you come any closer you will find out,
the monster that resides within me when lights out.
I have nothing good to give you,
you stepped over the boundaries I carefully drew.
You are so resilient it makes me sick,
you make me so happy it's like magic.
So I beg you please don't open the door,
the truth that it hides not everyone can adore.
You will always stay special to me,
you will forever be my source of glee.
In life's uncertain journey, where paths diverge,
Some will stay, some will emerge.
Amidst the flux, where trust is tried,
We learn to navigate the changing tide.
With every disappointment, walls may rise,
As faith in others slowly dies.
Yet in our own integrity, we find,
The strength to weather storms unkind.
But some, they build their walls too high,
Afraid to trust, afraid to try.
Alone they stand, with hearts grown cold,
Their fears a story yet untold.
For expectations, silent and sly,
Can shatter dreams and make us cry.
In placing hopes on others' shoulders,
We find ourselves growing bolder.
With each setback, a lesson learned,
In boundaries set, resilience earned.
So let us walk with hearts both brave and true,
Embracing life's uncertain hue.
For though the road ahead is unclear,
In being ourselves, we find what's dear.
So let us hold our standards high,
And let our fears and doubts pass by.
By: Innantia Magcanya
Like rivers flow, with sounds so joyful
Giving life where’er they go
Like cleansing streams, forever faithful
Never stopping in their flow
So constant is His grace and peace
So faithful His deliverance
His living waters never cease
Wherein we find our sustenance
Like rivers flowing toward the ocean
Down the mountains to the sea
Like ocean boundaries He has chosen
Stand secure eternally
So shall the remnant of His nation
Come to claim their lot, their land
Each man unto his own possession
Boundaries fashioned by His hand
Like rivers overwhelm a wadi
Rushing through a wilderness
A gift of life for everybody
Bringing growth and fruitfulness
Thus every tribe will flow to Zion
Run to Yahweh, learn His ways
There He shall reign, as Judah’s Lion
As the nations give Him praise
Then wastelands will become like Eden
When the Spirit’s pow’r is poured
Then Zion’s sins shall be forgiven
Judah’s cities be restored
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Relevant Scriptures:
Psalm 104:8+9, 126:4
Isaiah 2:2, 32:15, 66:12
Ezekiel 36:35-38