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On the peaks of destiny where the clouds of promises are torn apart,
I offered you my heart as an atlas of fabulous worlds.
The fervor of our love, a shooting star, dazzling and then, just a pale memory,
Now I remain like a monk in the cell of contemplation, breathing life into the charcoal of the past.
Ah, how the dream that's parted from the soil agonizes me, in times past, in another world,
Where dawns are unspoken flowers and the stars, songs for the wanderers of sublime paths.
I call out to you at twilight when the evening star becomes the mistress of my dreams,
And my heavy eyelids fall like autumn leaves, a whisper of secret in the wind.
But this phantom of yearning takes flight, dissolves into the cold nothingness,
An alphabet of dreams that scatter on the wings of the twilight.
And my soul, famished for your echoes, accentuates the silence with your name,
Descending into the cavity of every longing, gearing up for a new fast.
From my knees, fallen in dust at twilight altars, no saint has answered,
Each prayer, a cry that vanishes into the celestial tear of the night.
They look away when I search in vain for the understanding of my sin,
That simple, inevitable sin: to have loved you, ah, too much.
Seeking comfort, a ray, a divine temptation, a simple burden that never ends,
But years flow, running like water in a stream, melting on the sky of my mornings like candles in the night.
Stranger in my own ode, I wander in memories, where I was in a fairy tale, an unshaken king,
Where tomorrow, I will wander among shadows, chaotically and endlessly searching.
On the foreign road of living being, solitude will be the most faithful brother,
In the finished return to oneself, I await a word from you, a sign, a leap from the great perhaps.
In this desolation that will envelop me, where the ships of my thoughts will break,
I wait, to slide into sleep on the sound of a whisper, soothing a fate that dims within me at night.
it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know we'll be close to one another,
we'll still end up without eachother,
but forever in this nether
you and I will spin together,
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
because this two body problem
isn't as simple as it would seem
this anxiety always finds me when
I think of you and me
They swarm from a hole in the ground
Some running left some right
Some straight ahead others double back
They charge they bustle chaotically frantically
Can this be their last day?
Is there a plan? Maybe it’s just a panic attack
The mayhem continues the bustle unabated
They cover the available land
Is that the plan? I can’t see it
Each having found their spot they settle
They shuffle they shuffle
Side to side moving but the slightest bit
They begin to stir agitated agitated
They surge forward a maddened army
Renting the air with a blood curdling battle cry
Toot Toot
It’s on time today
Off to work now, bye!
July 5 2019
Tri-Con
Emile Pinet
bizarre beauty
subtle&
slow
evoking
the visual
in intervals
of
silence
on the cusp
of melody
ambiance
bespoke&synchronised
musique
de furniture
gentle&repetitive
strange
sounds
exposed
in
a
toned
atmosphere
complementary
with
a sense
of calm
in the surreal
&absurd
effortlessly
unified
in a minimalist
tapestry
neutralized
melody
chaotically
created
pathos
laden
in a collage
of
eccentricity
My life was my book,
every word scribbled onto the pages were
memories in my mind, every letter was a choice I decided to make
and every page turned was a new day full of old experiences,
it wasn’t a printed book, It was handwritten,
perfect for me to chaotically scribble every
mistake I made and cross out the things
I didn’t want to remember.
But no matter how many lines were crossed
over the thin sheet it was never enough
to erase them,
so I decided that I’d had enough.
My book hadn’t been finished but I was done with remembering,
I’d closed the chapter and told myself I’d never
look at that ink again,
because I was afraid if I smudged it, it’d be left on my skin forever.
Earth can hear you
better when invited
to wisely engage,
to co-invest in healthy experiences
and wealthy images
of our mutual care
and strained
constrained neglect.
She watches
as you wonder
again
If humanity
fully defines what Earth's animals are
together on our best Earth Day
because our DNA roots grow back
into prime sacred relationship
of win/win balanced oxygen
synergizing hydrogen.
She invites us to stop
degenerating toxic alternative universes
Loser egos inside
eco-asystemic losses
Chaotically swirling
against organizing organic life
Wiped out by industrial ammonia
and disempowering bleach
Like acidic agents of Orange
with pits
and poisons
of privileged pukey Peach.
#JWME
Joyous, generous, kindhearted, marvelous, musically talented, and handsome with self-esteem issues - placing my feet in other people's shoes to experience and feel their hues of blues
Wonderful, crazy cool, chaotically peaceful, mellowly untamed, lost, but found...God's chosen child to fulfill His word somehow...someday, prosperity, fame, and fortune will surround me...success at my finger tips, getting my man grips as I mend friendships with God's advice, corrections and tips in mind...letting time unwind, wishing that my daydreaming come true by actions and interactions
Essence of faith fibers...good and bad traits shape my inner and outer being...meeting new zealous horizons that embrace change, which is a challenging chore and oh so much more
Awesome good apple of the bunch and God's mild, wild child...a poet and lyricist that had his verses erased online or misplaced in who-knows-where
Rapt up in rue, yet a light to this world of woe...my mission is to fulfill God's Word - His tranquil truth is not sugarcoated by deceptive lies
Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
Introvert and extrovert...shy in person at first, then I open up confidently and jabber on and on 24/7...I do listen to others' point of view, but I have a lot to say about a lot of things that has to do with writing, singing, music, etc. - anything goes as long as I go my own flow and His flow, not anyone else's flows that are in unison in rows to and fro...I make friends and foes, but I love all - fat or skinny, small or tall
Nostalgic nights and delightful days inspire me to engage in writing and singing day in and day out without a smear of doubt...no sleep placed in eyelids tonight, so I'm fighting the mighty fight
Gracious and glorious...kinda lazy, yet so busy all the time in all aspects of life - bipolar is the condition I have...and an indecisive, yet creative-logical Gemini
So picky, yet forgiving and eccentric elegantly...a handsome soul that's full of humility and modesty in all honesty...I have a young heart that is of bliss, XO and art
The turning sphere of history remains without merit
Until we earn again for ourselves that which we inherit;
The open window admits the gifter and the grifter.
Passionate pages seeking to be filled with meaning,
Accept copy and paste solutions without fact checking;
The illusion’s brilliance blinds.
Freedoms won with the sacrifice of patriots inveterate
Are ceded to a siren’s song by a servile electorate;
A vote for the melody no matter the lyrics.
The anomaly becomes a tool to indict a group
By extrapolation in a never ending loop;
So many so willingly led by so few.
A kaleidoscope of human mutations vying chaotically to be begot.
Is this what six billion years of random opportunism has wrought;
*****sapiens, the symphony, played to discordant notes?
Written: December 15, 2023
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It is undeniable that anguish prevails
It hovers close to a lilting voice
There are no strains to rejoice
Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks.
Giving alms is obvious
Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual
Coins jingle, evoking a sound
A decrease in the supply of food.
Newborns lack hearing and verbal ability
The elderly sage dresses chaotically
Elfin babies desire soft touch and warmth
Akin to their late mother's calming palm.
Completely lacking in decency
Deep, the ears were concealed
Whilst untamed jaws sow turmoil
It sinks as a modest, rusted nail.
The crowd heartily jeered
Tears fell over their faces relentlessly
Failure was diligently earned
Mass disgust reached high levels.
The whips roared with mirth
Frames grudgingly bore this duty
Correct ideals will be reinstated
Inept debt must be repaid in full.
On a rope woven from ancestral nightmares and the greed of shadow monsters,
I step with bare feet, while my thoughts dance chaotically in a penumbra,
Between dream and reality, between sky and earth, between here and beyond myself,
I float suspended in the cold air, and the city below reveals its posthumous secrets.
They always whispered not to look down, but my rebellious eyes refuse to listen,
Contemplating the macabre spectacle of black flames engulfing the hidden streets,
I am the pyromaniac of dreams, the incendiary of outdated and dull reality,
As the wind whistles through my bones at ten thousand meters high, in cascades.
Perhaps I am caught in a dream that dreams another dream which in turn dreams,
And this rope is just an illusion balancing between precarious worlds,
Should I turn back to monotonous safety or risk it all in a single moment?
But the question melts into the void, for the time of decision already precipitates...
The black flames now rise towards me like serpents hungry for infinity,
While the poet in me dances on the border between present and myth,
It's too late to choose a path, for the choice was made long ago in silence,
When I lit the first match of transformation, knowing reality would perish.