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In distant lands, I roamed alone,
Leaving you behind, our bond unknown.
Each day apart, a silent strain,
Yet our love endured, through joy and pain.
Your tender heart, a beacon bright,
Guided me through the darkest night.
Miles away, my soul did yearn,
For your embrace, my love to return.
Promises whispered, bridging the gap,
Conquering distance, no looking back.
Upon my return, a revelation shared,
My secret burden, you tenderly bared.
Your keen perception, a gentle guide,
In your love, I could confide.
Though I hid my pain, behind a smile,
In your eyes, I found solace, for a while.
With your laughter, my spirit revived,
Together we faced, what life contrived.
Now against a foe, we stand tall,
In your love, I find strength, through it all.
For you, my dear, my guiding light,
In your embrace, everything's right.
Through tears and joy, hand in hand,
Together we'll conquer, a steadfast band.
Know, my love, through thick and thin,
Our bond endures, forever within.
In your eyes, I find my truth,
My eternal treasure, my fountain of youth.
By: Innantia Magcanya
Under the enigmatic glow of twilight,
Where shadows blend into the fabric of existence,
I find myself caught in endless thoughts,
Whispers of consciousness undulating like waves,
Reflecting on lives of ordinary circles,
Spinning in loops of insignificant aims,
A tragic dance of souls chasing ephemeral dreams,
Unaware of the profound loss in their routine.
If one could decipher the horror hidden there,
See beyond trivial pursuits that consume their days,
They’d grasp the magnitude of their forfeitures,
The burden of deferred dreams,
The unextinguished fire of potential lost in the winds of time.
In the labyrinth of the mind, thoughts carve paths like rivers,
Reflecting on general laws, invisible chains that bind,
Watching lives entangled in loops of trance,
Seeing the slow, silent erosion of spirit,
A gradual dimming of a light that once shone brightly.
What matters for a soul trapped in the prison of monotony,
Condemned to the slow death of an unfulfilled existence,
But to break free, to shatter the illusion, to reach the infinite,
Nothing else carries the gravity of this aim -
Escape, to taste the true essence of freedom.
Each heartbeat echoes through the silent corridors of the mind,
Aligned with deeper desires to rise above mundane life,
To feel the thrill of unbound existence,
Following paths undictated by trivial aims,
Breathing life back into suffocated dreams.
Navigating through the sea of quiet introspection,
Seeking answers in the soul’s silent whispers,
If living means being shackled by minor aims,
Then true life must be beyond those bounds,
In vast, uncharted realms where freedom reigns,
Where the spirit soars free from the weight of empty pursuits.
In the silent embrace of night, beneath watchful stars,
Struck by the melancholic beauty of this truth,
A sorrowful yet hopeful symphony in realization,
That to live fully, one must strive to escape,
Break the cycle, venture beyond the bars of mediocrity.
In the end, what’s serious, what truly matters,
Is self-liberation from the decay of insignificance,
Seeking and embracing boundless freedom
Beyond the horizon, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary,
Living life in its most sublime and unbound form.
You have your roots forgotten
Your perception's now rotten
Noticing oh so sudden
That brother's a great burden
No love for brother or sis
With contempt at them you hiss
And the sharpest point you miss
That racism can't bring bliss
People can be blue, black, white
I can name colours all night
But do remember alright
Only yourself you do fight
Because we all are on par
And you're left behind so far
Still your scars with spite you mar
Frowning at those black as tar
With the same hands, all God made
Watch as you do colours grade
Without love, away you'll fade
For we belong under one shade
In the heart of the night, with Chopin as the ally of silence,
Looking towards the sky, I wonder, who shall listen,
Knowing illusions fade, but you are eternity,
I'd summon you to me, through some conjuration, maybe.
I taste your kiss, a memory and reality,
I shiver and am clothed both by cold and passion, starkly,
I'd sleep, but the dream that you might disappear tries me,
The thought of you being taken by a lofty wave frightens me, dearly.
Tomorrow, where will you be, in this vast world?
I fear a capricious and cruel fate might be unfurled,
For perhaps you'll be caught in a web, with no escape,
In the boundless heights of the celestial vaults, an astral wraith.
My love is like a war, a mystery pure,
Nothing can take me away from your consuming flame, for sure,
I wouldn't give up this passion, mystical and pure,
For a quiet destiny, in an eternity devoid of allure.
My hand that knew your softness,
If it were to be taken and thrown into darkness,
I'd find you, rebel angel, at every crossroad, wide,
Or I would crash down, a victim of love unfulfilled, inside.
Eternal existence might be a blessing or a burden to bear,
But I'd offer this eternity to all, even to the worst, I swear,
Just to live beside you, a moment, a second, an hour fair,
And then to crash down, like a lost star in a heavenless sky, rare.
We look at each other, and in this gaze, we lose and find our realm,
Time seems to slow, yet slips away in a tireless overwhelm,
I rebuild myself with every dawn, in every chant, every hymn,
Knowing you, perhaps, believe that my love is a fatal blade's helm.
The streets are our prisons, each with its own fate to attest,
I head east, you to the west, in contrast, we are pressed,
A mystical discord, like a fierce wind, keeps us apart, unblessed,
Rewriting the same old story, an unending dance, an eternal quest.
The distance between us is greater than any galaxy's span,
In the theater of our life, the final act nears its plan,
Shadows of past love follow us, with melancholy as they began,
And the tragic play of destiny continues, every card on the table ran.
A single glance embraces an eternity of farewell,
So many emotions in a simple touch, they swell,
Embrace your memories, time will betray you, I know,
I love you in every detail, in nothing and in everything, a constant flow.
There's a bridge and a match where she's standing
There's an empty nail on the wall
Where once hung love, there's just now memories of
A love that he no longer knows
Behind the walls lie a heartache
The constant doubt and the shame
When the windows are closed, only God knows
The truth, of the pain and the blame
The beer and the liquor poured freely
Helping fuel the bridge as it burned
Though questions remain, she ended the game
Now he's losing at every turn
What goes on behind closed doors
Allows few to truly see inside
With his body abused, and his past the excuse
It all left him wondering why
The floors where he walks carry burden
But his pace is nearing the end
Though hell's what he's lived, he's hoping Heaven will give
Him a home, where he won't have to pretend
The beer and the liquor poured freely
Helping fuel the bridge as it burned
Though questions remain, she ended the game
Now he's past, the point of return
The skeletons in his closet
Are where all his demons reside
Just a simple man, who lived and died by his hand
Pouring death, destruction, and lies
The beer and the liquor poured freely....
Looking back on life, as I go forward
tripping over, what’s missing,
Not love or loss, a divine exclusive experience,
Contentment mere blissful contentment
baby suckling at mother’s teats,
Blind by ignorance now I see it,
aloof of desire, in symbiotic willfulness
Bridging a song, with choral angels
invisible transcendence, threads of virtuosity
When reason feels the suns surface,
reason will be sustained,
Infinite vacuums of containment,
everything else in nothingness of space,
Immeasurable incomprehension
supplied on tap, to our basic intelligence
Surreal questionable answers only to be found,
they made no mistakes,
Impotence feeding omnipotence,
omnipresence giving out rain checks
Cooling off periods never happen,
a torrent of ice comets burnt them away,
Spare a thought for the mindful,
let the human burden, carry that cross
Give them one atom, and our conscience
everything else belongs to the gods.
Inertia's whispered promise: stagnation's dark shroud
We risk being lost in the undertow of untaken steps
Not all of us will wear the mantle of wealth
But inaction's chill grasp, we can all be poor
Education's radiant light may not illuminate every path
Yet, without effort, ignorance's heavy chains can bind us all
Love's sacrament, marriage, may elude some of us
But indifference's corrosive whisper can reduce relationships to ash
Brilliance may not be our birthright
Yet, complacency's suffocating grip can extinguish the spark within
Heaven's gates may not swing open for all
But the abyss of neglect and apathy can drag us down to hell's dark depths
Defeat's stinging lash may not scar us all
Yet, inaction's numbing poison can render us powerless, lost, and forlorn
Hunger's pangs may not afflict every belly
But the barren landscape of neglected dreams can leave us withering, unfulfilled
We may not all wield presidential power
But the withering sting of irrelevance can reduce us to anonymity's grey veil
We may not all be solution bearers
But inaction's weighty burden can condemn us to be part of the problem, forever lost
We may not all bear the title of teacher
But without growth, we risk being forever trapped in the quicksand of ignorance
We may not all be blessed with children
But neglect's devastating whisper can leave us bereft, our legacy lost
In every step, in every breath, let us choose action
Let us shatter the chains of inertia, and forge a brighter path.
I met him on a summer’s day,
when life seemed very far away
A home once mine when as a boy,
I’d lived and loved and searched for joy
Twas taken cruelly from my grasp,
the black sheep son, now left askance
As I walked past this house so tall,
a dark haired man in t-shirt called
“How are you today” he said and smiled,
my burden lightened, my mood beguiled
I knew that instant, my Angel named,
and in that moment, we friends became
With all the magic in his heart
my life rebuilt, he drew the chart
For two short years he gave me all,
and fifty more I still recall
How at a crossroads he there stood
a lighthouse shining, and always would
I owe so much to that young man
who took me in and took my hand
And saved me from a life unhinged,
and me a stranger—but not to him
Bob may be gone, but deep inside,
his smile stays, his goodness shines
If I may live another year,
his words I’ll carry close and dear
And thank my Brother from the sun,
—for the grateful man that I’ve become
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February 12. 2018)
‘Read At Bob’s Funeral, 2/24/18’
Down a long deserted road
A young girl stands
Holding a red rose
Such a pretty girl
With long light brown flowing hair
Yet she has a blank stare
Cause no one seems to really care
They left her there
As the story goes
Gypsy Rose
They had never seemed
To want her
She always felt like
Such a burden
To people around her
Yelling at her
Even if she did no wrong
Sad they never showed
The young girl how to be strong
All she wants
Is to belong
The cold wind blows
Gypsy Rose
Then one day
He comes along
Her heart suddenly sings a song
But there’s a hesitation
She’s had so much devastation
In her life
And she remembers him
Oh so well
She has loved him before
And things didn’t go well
But her need to believe
That they had always
Been meant to be
Is stronger than her
Wanting to shut him out
She takes another chance on his love
Looking to the heaven above
Says a thank you prayer
That once again he was the one there
And how much he really does care
She does however long for time
Where innocence was lost
So she could give it to him
But knows that now the cost
Is so very high
And he just smiles to say
That’s the price we in our lives
Had to pay
And all that matters is the here and now
And each others live to share
So no longer does she have that blank stare
The red rose she once held
Has wilted and gone away
But love has replaced it finally and is here to stay
She will follow him
Where ever he goes
She is his one and only his
Gypsy Rose
You are here, yet not truly, suspended between two paths,
That intertwine, each with a drastically different end,
Your hesitation is like a dance on a fine wire, one step towards one,
Means leaving the other behind, but do you really want,
To bear the burden of that choice for eternity, do you?
Our choices define us more than our abilities,
And by choosing, you become what you have chosen to be.
In this place, you are present, yet still absent, like a shadow,
Seeking its body, you are the one they regretted, unforgettable,
And yet, your charm has a dark side, which not everyone
Can understand or appreciate; you can have influence or recognition,
But not both, for you either define something or are defined.
Within you lies an unexplored universe, a cosmos of choices,
Past and future, where stars are decisions, constellations,
The paths you have chosen or will choose, each step a point,
Of light or shadow, and yet, you are captive in this stream,
Of consciousness, where reality and dream intertwine in a
Complex tapestry of desires and fears, regrets and hopes.
Here, in this moment, you are an enigma, an endless story,
Written on the pages of time, a thought flowing like a river,
Through the contorted landscape of your mind, seeking answers,
In the echoes of your choices, while your soul navigates,
Through the tumultuous seas of existence, seeking a harbor of certainty,
A place where you can anchor and say: "This is who I am. This is my choice."