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In the deep night, when the moon weaves silver threads over the sleeping earth,
I wander through the old alleys of memory,
where the shadows of the past merge with the clouds of the present.
Encountering a verse from a mysterious and forgotten book,
I feel the cold penetrate deep into the marrow of my bones,
And no flame, no matter how bright,
could banish the frost that envelops me.
It is as if the top of my head has been opened,
letting the winds rustle through my mind,
Blowing memories and emotions like dry leaves through a September forest.
What cruel magic is this,
that makes me tremble under the weight of words,
I wonder, as the pages turn like the wings of a bird trapped in the cage of silence.
The letters flow, a river of black ink pouring into the ocean of my soul,
Creating waves crashing against the shores of consciousness,
shaking my being to its depths.
It is as if time were a canvas stretched on a loom,
And each word a thread of light and shadow,
weaving my story into an ancient and mysterious tapestry.
In that moment, in that instant suspended between reality and dream,
I know I have found poetry,
That gateway to unknown universes,
where each verse whispers the secrets of the heart.
And though the cold embraces me, and ice pierces my skin,
I understand that the magic of words is what gives life to both cold and warmth.
In a mystical dance, I lose myself in the labyrinth of letters,
Touching the edge of eternity with my fingertips,
And although the world remains silent around me,
in my heart erupts a symphony of feelings,
And I know, without a doubt, that what I feel is poetry.
Ashamed like a tree
by the wind bent
angry like the wind
that did the bending
neither I or my friend
could remember
the words in the poem
we had read.
On the cruelty of
the assignment
mulling in bed
wouldn't composing
be better than
the parroting?
But at nine decided
would best go sleep
and the adults obey.
Astonished
on awaking next day
every word
had surfaced to my head
like interest given free
by the bank
or seeds sown in
and next day
myriads of flowers
rainbow green
on a carpet blown in by wind.
Lumens angels of the night
power dreams
shine bright
when the heart is asleep
fears unearthing
past errors reveal
so history itself
wouldn't repeat
with warnings veiled
in terror
to unscramble
a car crashing icy roads
may predict
running away from
a monster may mean
to returns and embrace
to heal.
Unrestrained by heart's
fear or greed
sleep walks
where he wants unseen
finding pieces of puzzles
truth reveals
only when the reason is asleep.
Stars and moon shine only
in the dark
when the sun is asleep.
IN THE SILENCE
There is a longing in my being,
Someone nudging, also speaking, in the silence.
For ears truly listening, eyes that are watching,
beyond the acceptance of an unnatural botching,
Away from the laughing, pointing and gawking,
voices debating, the troublesome talking.
It is a power, a force that's present,
a love that's beyond a starry night's crescent.
The dictated emotions that keep us from hearing,
many hearts are failing for the worrisome fearing.
But be very still and you can capture,
and walk towards the calling, your name in the rapture,
There is a most wonderful, Omnipotent Being,
a Love everlasting, belief without seeing.
In the silence.
Within ocean waves crashing,
a continual washing, forever set in motion, in a perpetual fashion.
They see and they tremble with vague understanding,
at simply God's doing at His every commanding.
They turn up the volume of the blasphemous drama,
to the youth of our nation with demoralizing trauma.
But In the silence there is One crying,
to save a lost world from an eternity's dying.
Salvation free for all, for a blood that's still spilling,
for the passion of our Christ, a price paid at His willing.
There's a truth of discerning, solid, and stable,
of a grace that is present, willing and able.
In the bloom of a flower, a body of water that's glistening,
the cry of God's heart heard by those who are listening.
On top of the mountains, in the sprint of gazelles,
In the roars of the lion, the ring of church bells.
Across the great skyways, there's an artful distinction,
clouds filled with His tears, for the mankind extinction.
Listen, in the stillness, the longing connection,
the loving story of an eternal detection,
In the first beat of the heart, the first kick of an infant,
the last breath of a loved one, a life gone in an instant.
From the miraculous, the spectacular, amazing with thunder,
to the smallest unnoticeable miracle wonder,
Listen, I beseech you, and you will hear,
a love heard in heart, and not with the ear,
In the silence.
Atlantic Ocean
Pretty blue
Swallows the children down
Consumes them whole with sharks testing fate
Swells apologizing for wasting ships in storms
Crashing bold waves of liquid before tides give birth
Babies rocking gently on your foam
Cradle the vast warm Sea
Atlantic
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I Light A candle.
For all the love, and all the lost.
For all who paid the cost.
I light a candle.
For the memories that live.
All the souls who died.
For the mother's who cried.
Because, the Devil lied.
I light a candle.
I light a candle for you.
I light a candle
because, yesterday is gone.
and as I write this poem,
of flames of love everlasting.
For the times that's passing.
For every breath,
and I'm gasping.
for 9/11,
Planes crashing.
I light a candle.
For the slaves,
for the power, pain, and rage,
of my ancestors,
for the lost man,
superiors and warriors.
For the Gods of the land
who died taking a stand.
Because, I can.
I light a candle,
with flames that will burn for eternity.
I light a candle for you,
in your memory from me.
I light a candle for the human race,
for the judgement,
for the day.
For a God who gave his only son,
for us to live today.
For the pain he must have felt,
because, he made and paid the way.
I light a candle
for the suffering of many.
I light a candle
for your memory
I light a candle
even when I'm feeling empty.
Thanking God,
that he's with with me.
that he's with me.
I Light A Candle
When our lives come crashing down
around us like a hurricane
the Lord will build us back up
and restore us once again
and as he picks us up piece by piece
all our hurt and pain he will release
he will melt us and mold us
and make us even stronger than before
and our broken lives he will restore. Amen
ISA 57:18 I have seen his ways, but I will heal him;
I will guide him and restore comfort to him,
JER 30:17 But I will restore you to health
and heal your wounds,'
declares the LORD,
1PE 5:10 And the God of all Grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you
have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast
to him be the power forever and ever Amen.
DT 30 : 3
then the LORD your God will restore your fortunes and have compassion on you and gather
you again from all the nations where he scattered you. 4 Even if you have been banished to
the most distant land under the heavens, from there the LORD your God will gather you and
bring you back. 5 He will bring you to the land that belonged to your fathers, and you will
take possession of it. He will make you more prosperous and numerous than your fathers.
silently blowing
in a bated breath
magically
i whisper
in the breeze
my dearest
bowled over
amazing beautiful
far away
in a starry sky
the heart
just missed
a beat
a feeling
within one's breath
did you
just kiss
my soul
coming out
in mist
with the sweetest
most beautiful words
a soul
of such beauty
shining at
the rainbows end
my god
never let
one see
those beautiful eyes
tipping one's hat
i smile to you
if ever i did
i would adore
the light
within the candle
you hypnotize
my dreams
melting in the deepest
embracing one;s soul
one with yours
beyond words
the soul flies
in the spirit
ocean waves
crashing onto
the cliffs
kissing you passionately
tonight i dream
its you
The way my heart aches in your absence
And yet, the weight of your presence feels heavy
I trace the lines of our tangled history
Each twist and turn a knot in my soul
Why does loving you feel like a tangled mess
A web of emotions I cannot untangle
I yearn for the simplicity of love
The kind that flows effortlessly like a river
But with you, it is a tumultuous sea
Each wave crashing against my fragile heart
Perhaps it is the forbidden nature of our love
That makes it feel so wrong
Or maybe it is the uncertainty
The doubt that lingers in the shadows
But still, I cannot deny the pull
The magnetic force that draws me to you
Even as I question the validity of my feelings
I cannot help but love you, despite it all
So I sit here, in the darkness of the night
Wondering why loving you feels so wrong
And yet, unable to resist the pull
Of the love that consumes me whole
Form:
Suddenly, the crashing sounds of broken glass
as all the doors closed with nowhere to pass
Time stood still as so many innocent souls breath their last
the tragedy which happened unexpectedly so fast
with blood and fire mixing together on the ground
the city transformed into a great battleground
the hand of terror forced its way with a heavy sound
to hit a target for which it was mount to bound
So many left with unfinished dreams after the blow
to leave the world in darkness moving away the glow
no one had a clue even to use a whistle for anyone to know
that within a few seconds the towers will come below
Perhaps this would never had happened should one foresight
while everyone was so busy about their duty under the light
to commit themselves with intelligence to do everything right
unknowingly they got caught by evil in life to lose the fight
The memory of that one day no one can erase from the mind
which continue to stain the hearts of those who escape death behind
The statue of liberty will forever mourn those patriots who are gone
as well as the earth with open arms sit and wait for hose unborn
Memory is a noose around the neck.
Each tug, a reminder of what’s lost
The harder one struggles to break free,
The tighter it constricts, the greater the cost.
It clings, relentless, refusing release,
A weight too heavy to shed.
Even after you let go of the person,
Their presence lingers, memories spread.
How formidable is the grasp of the past
Its hold unyielding, a relentless foe,
Their memories,
With every recollection the pain intensifies
Like a tightened noose, a crashing wave.
The smothering grip that won’t let go.
The more you remember,
The stronger the pain.
A relentless ache of unending strain
In the end,
It’s not the noose that kill you.
But the memories, a relentless bane.
Your own mind becomes the battlefield.
Where the shadows of the past take flight
Haunted by the echoes of what once was
A relentless struggle against the night
Yet surrounded by the darkness
A glimpse of hope
For even in depths, light can be found
And with courage one can prevail
Rising above the memories which surrounds