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On the white altar of dreams, I twist, a butterfly caught in time's amber,
The hourglass of eternity pours its sand over my inert body.
The mirror of the sky leans over, a cosmic eye scrutinizing my essence.
On my skin, runes dance, tattoos of destiny engraved by gods,
I try to read them, but I'm blind to the astral alphabet.
Their meaning melts like incense smoke in the temple of consciousness.
A divine lightning pierces the veil of reality, a probe of divine light,
I struggle in the net of existence, my soul - a silver fish in the ocean of infinity.
Sacred blindness tears me from my bodily shell, I become pure ether.
Memories awaken, iridescent serpents hissing in my troubled mind,
I fall into the abyss of awakening, a chasm between the material and spiritual world.
Am I chosen by astral entities or reborn on the sacred table of transformation?
Exposed as a living offering on the altar of the merciless universe,
Fear crystallizes my essence into jewels of pure anguish.
Then, from the depths, the sacred spring of words gushes forth.
Poetry becomes my magical cloak, a shield against primordial chaos,
My enchanted wand weaves realities from threads of falling stars.
I am a magician of the verb, an alchemist transmuting suffering into lyrical gold.
Since then, I write ceaselessly, spells weaving the fabric of reality,
Each verse - a prayer that heals the wounds of the cosmic soul.
Poetry is my initiatory path, a road to enlightenment in the labyrinth of existence.
He talks and acts accordingly
On his beliefs and visions
He spans through successes
Failures and break-ups
He embarks on countless trips
To the realm of ideas
And crystallizes them
To profit the system
He tends.
He has direct-dial button
To the souls and aspirations
Of his followers
He is always running
Since he knows
Time is ticking and fleeting...
He constantly cites
The latest need for the system
And when running floods of ideas
Begin to level off
He is there to put the best spin
On the buttons.
The running floods of ideas
Never tire rather fires him
Into churning out projects
With crystal streams of resounding successes.
Though feuds and controversies may rise
He remains undaunted in
Actualising his vision and ideas.
A true visionary is centuries ahead of his time...
And indeed a “COLOSSUS”
In moments brief, rippled light pierces dark.
Exposing the shadowed world of desire.
Rising like a mist, a decision stark.
Whether the soul refrains, when flesh sets fire.
Between two fragile worlds that tug and haunt.
Where the sun neither sets or rises.
The measured distance from soul and flesh taunt.
The struggle for dominance crystallizes.
Like leaves drifting silent through open space.
Like a bird gliding in wondrous flight.
The soul seeks to find its final face.
When it stirs from restless human plight
To argue with reason, when emotions reign.
To release a demon, your soul to blame
8/26/15
Hope is light gathering in silence until it crystallizes. quote by poetess
Granddad’s Selectric waited in dusty silence, keeping the memory of words he did materialize.
Its keys once polished, now dulled by years, still guard the faith he refused to minimize.
As a child I listened beneath his desk, hearing letters lift like prayers my muse did recognize.
His hands moved with a pianist’s grace, shaping truth into lines no shadow could incise.
After he passed, I carried it attic-ward, a quiet procession where my childhood dream did die.
Each summer I climbed the attic ladder, dreaming of stories my imagination did fertilize.
Many years later I returned, the ladder moaning, heavy with mothballs, regret, and forgotten ties.
My flashlight found its silhouette waiting, a ghost-bright outline time could not neutralize.
I lifted the cover, hands on home keys, its faded letters whispering ‘don’t compromise.’
Something in me stirred awake, a long-kept dream beginning softly to rise.
The first keystroke jammed, the second struck true, ink warming and with hope did energize.
By the third paragraph, words unfurled through me, swift as breath my soul itself supplies.
I felt the years fall back like dust, as if the attic air had chosen me to baptiize.
that part of me that once believed in stories before fear taught my voice to downsize.
And in that hush I sensed a truth returning, an axiom no silence could disenfranchise:
In truth, hope patiently endures waiting for courage to mobilize.
Gifts we bury still remember us, calling softly for us, our dreams to reprise.
Even dust lit dreams can bloom when the heart dares to visualize.
Every story waits for its moment, every calling waits to revitalize.
Until at last, in the quiet glow, I let my long-kept hope fully crystallize.
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White trees of massive strength holding
tons of snow never cracking and toppling,
I'm captivated by their glossiness
more than the velvetiness of roses!
It's winter's invasive silence totally dire
that ushes the murmurs of their leaves
so distinctly flamboyant and distinctly theirs,
and in Fall when those dazzling colors
fascinate, can make one stop and admire
their loveliness so unique and grand...
a comeliness found in a distant dreamland!
Weather can change their green
into white, not their astonishing stateliness,
time certainly will in drastic ways;
but the nobility of appearance excels,
and it's never a muted anger of rudeness
retorted and suppressed by the cruel harshness
of a season not as clement as spring is...
and its unpleasantness can be clearly seen!
Truly, coldness is not felt by trees,
but brightness enlivens them with gleams
as it vitalizes an image of elegance given by
remote stars with a steady glow,
unless a bleak night hastily moves
in and crystallizes all the puffy snow
with no moon above, only a misty sky
that invites the remote sounds of an enraged wind
engaging in wits of blows with a frightening sound!
When the frozen branches of the sturdy trees
start to defrost towards morning,
surely spring has arrived freeing
them from their misery and useless pleas;
they will begin to undulate and not be ravaged by storms...
gradually snow will melt showing the greenness of meadows!
My heart has gone on a wild frenzy.
Love makes you leave all the tensions behind.
It makes You enjoy and go crazy, it lives on.
In love, the heart becomes a beggar,
Heart & soul asks for the good will from others, it lives on,
Don't pamper the heart everyday,
Love has a happy impact,
Start loving Yourself first.
You know everything about the world.
But You are unaware of Your own real love,
Take care of Yourself too.
Tear down the walls, make an outcry,
In the fun-filled love, You sleep and You awake,
She is doing as she desires and
She is not caring about how the world percieves it.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight,
Not a footprint to be seen,
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like,
she is the queen.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside,
Couldn't keep it in,
Heaven knows she tried,
Don't let them in,
Don't let them see,
Be the good girl you always have to be,
Conceal, don't feel,
Don't let them know,
Well, now they know,
It's funny how some distance,
Makes everything seem small.
And the fears that once controlled me,
Can't get to me at all.
I am one with the wind and sky,
You'll never see me cry.
Here I stand and here I'll stay,
Let the storm rage on.
My power flurries through the air into the ground,
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around,
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast,
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past,
And I'll rise like the break of dawn,
That perfect girl is gone.
Here I stand in the light of day,
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway.
You are air, water and fire,
You are a betrayal, a donor and a stain.
Whatever You wish for, You become.
In my Heart,God pure love stays.
My God is never separated from me.
When I find myself, I find Him
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
The shadows of the mind, in
dense array,
Obscure the shifting path of
mortal clay,
Where convoluted doubts, like
vapors, rise
To veil the luminescent, waiting
skies.
We wander through a labyrinth
of night,
Yearning for a solitary spark of
light.
Then comes the grand,
transcendent, golden hour,
A sudden bursting of celestial
power.
An incandescent flash, a cosmic
gleam,
Awakes the spirit from its
troubled dream.
The heavy clouds of ignorance
disserve,
Revealing truths that shall
endure forever.
An effervescent wave of pure
delight,
Illuminates the soul's long-
blinded sight.
With iridescent clarity, we see
The intricate design of destiny.
The tangled threads of fate are
now unwound.
And in this holy stillness, peace
is found.
This brief, sublime, ephemeral
embrace,
Bestows a touch of
overwhelming grace.
A quickening, a spark, a sacred
fire,
Like an ephemeral lightning bolt
through the grey,
A momentary catalyst
reconfigures the soul,
Sweeping centuries of blind
obfuscation away,
Rendering the fractured
consciousness while.
Truth crystallizes in a
breathtaking cascade,
Resplendent, immutable,
completely untamed,
Where the labyrinthine doubts
begin to fade,
And the universe stands
beautifully named.
That lifts the heart above its
base desire.
The cosmos opens wide its
hidden door,
And what was dark is clear for
evermore.
From bright sunshine to dark caves
From cozy cradle to forlorn graves
From autumn gloom to spring bloom
From vast deserts to dense forests
From hard rocks to vibrant valleys
From bursting clouds to parched fields
From utter silence to wild clamour
All is one
Cosmic consciousness breeds all
Essence crystallizes as manifestation
Inseparably bound by time and space
Confined in human perceptibilty
Inherently transient, dependent on a blink
The differentiation is an Illusion
Dwelling in superficial senses
Far from reality
You are not only one of them
You are that and that is you
The size, shape, form and place
Are fleeting and ephemeral
Intrinsicality does not differentiate
Transience manifests as variation
Nothing comes, nothing goes
All was there and all is here
Rooted in the truth
Universe is singularly unified
Heterogeneity is a perceptional veil
Covering the chaste expression
Of the absolute and the innate
You are a note in the eternal song
Of ocean’s tide and star’s twinkle
As part of nature’s symphony
Invited into Her circle
of five points,one for each
of the qualities She crystallizes,
truth as fire, earth as nourishment,
body in water, lights in air, and ether as love,
in Her center a sacred thought having origin in primal purpose,
we embraced as immortals do,
mouth to ear and song to song,
mind to memory and wish to wisdom,
connecting with the ease of melody on morning's hope,
frollicing within the gamble of a galaxy grown mad from curiosity,
the path of the Prime Mover performs a pounce along our venerable vertebrae,
She widens a door which illuminates a portico,columns white marble and red veins,
tempered flames in low tremble make vigil to the death bed masks of ancestors,
who made glory a partner against multitudes of dangers,such as living without loyalty,
encouraged by Her gravitas,Her need for a hero,I stared into those vacant eyes
on the pedestals held upright by iron frames,and I heard them chant I must for Her,
made so lovely with a crown of moon glow,
I kissed this Woman's hand,heaven in my sight,
my oath to vindicate Her from profane might,
I awoke facing a mirror,believing in Her dearly,
my headgear fastened and plumed,
feathers of a hawk and eagle divinely sprout atop,
from then I only knew Her words,and a dreamy picture,
however,I trusted Her affection,I could live on Her meaning -
J.A.B.
Written by Gail DeBole
On October 12, 2023
Updated on October 13, 2023
These words that pour out from thoughts.
Randomly without making patterns, at first.
OK. Sometimes making random patterns.
Spurting out and mixing like
Ingredients for a batter.
Swirls like nothing else.
Until cohesive in my mind.
Maybe not in yours.
Meaning in my world.
Sometimes in yours.
Meaning that sometimes escapes me
Until a future epiphany crystallizes.
Orange grapes floating in a sea of waves.
Meaning and importance that can be suspect.
See what I mean?
They all end up on this screen.