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In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of my heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me.
The dawn splashed the sumburst spectrum of delight,
blossomed the budding euphoric dreams
in the dormant domain of depthless desire.
I didn’t see the concealed clouds of betrayal
slither in the somber horizon of deception.
Through the falling night specks of darkness slid,
in its flood as my longing essence sank
I couldn’t hold on to your hands as before,
for you freed yourself from my abandoned embrace.
Splintered in the threshold of tarnished twilight,
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of me disappear
with my devoured dreams in the stormy night.
Demolished, I was sucked into its virulent void.
In the empty cauldron of emotion,
engulfed by the raging sense of consternation,
I was submerged immobile within the state of stasis,
while the frozen response shriveled my mind.
Unfulfilled expectations hit my heart hard,
promises unkept flung fiery blows of torment.
My mangled mind caught fire of the desolate wild,
blazed the tender time of elusive endurance.
The flame flowed from my burning mind,
singed the sensual meadow of my love.
Through the billowing smoke, thick and blinding,
I came out of the ruins, saw the beauty life was.
Before my ember conscience burnt the soul,
I rose from the ashes like Phoenix,
self-consoled and sane.
In the burnt down psychic terrain deep within
I discerned the piled-up wreckage of lilting life unlived,
turning the flushing garden to an ashen dump.
The innovative impulse of self-preservation
invented the arcane acumen of alchemy,
glittered gold in the rusted crust of ruins,
crowned by the sapphire sky canopy,
spread seamless in fervent freedom,
waited for me to scale the height of ecstasy
and to dwell in the silver-lined clouds.
Mirrors Of Our Souls
For just a while I close my eyes
Waiting… waiting for thoughts to devour me
Too much truth voice the hidden lies
And a sudden befallen wells tranquility
What lies aforth, I’m only to know just as well
The creature of death, shall be arriving soon
An unholy desire of the inevitable dwell…
And the silent spirits sang for darkness to loom
At the chime of the thirteen hour
The ever darken blackness seduces the fallen angels
Time statues unmoved by unearthly power
And I saw the ghostly green of the iris crystal
Never a calmness blue, never an angered red
Only of a depthless green
Subtle as dew on ancient lake
Endless in its inspirit eyes of dreams
“As it appears, you seem cleanse of troubled thoughts!
My presence seems unnecessary, or is it not?
Voice one’s heart for your sorrows, I shall feed
Be it grievance tear to water one’s yearning seed
Hence the enchantment of time stands the dark and the light
Where there is one there is the other, of day and of night
Laughter is of happiness within the essence of sadness
For one never rejoices if one understands not the sweet bitterness
The knowledge of pain reveals the path to comfort
To feel, to heal, can one’s destiny be acknowledged forward!
Grace be the divine, waste be the devil
Mystical wonders wells both the heavenly and befallen angels
These few of many proverbs, bears true to its words
They are but two, yet voice only as one to be heard
No less, no more, a string there binds with never a knot
For since the forgotten rules, sacks not a penny for a thought
Scripted as one sees, for what lies as a woven bond
Either to be denied existence, then neither of us will belong
The balance atween our worlds, towers the Golden Gates of reasons
Yours as the ‘Mortals’ and of my the ‘Ancients’
In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me.
The dulcet dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the buds of my euphoric dreams
in the seamless domain of depthless desire.
I didn’t see the sandstorm slither in the slate horizon.
Travelling forlorn in the desert of a desolate life
in the maze of your deceptive dunes I wandered enticed.
I was seduced by your face behind the mask,
my morose heart turned into wreckage in your swathe.
I didn’t know where I was meant to be and to belong,
but tried to find a place in the oasis of your luring love.
I ended up becoming a dense dust in the wasteland
that blew away to the obscurity in the desert storm.
Under the scorching sun burning the façade of desire,
as I drifted desiccated across the dunes of deprivation
with the shifting sands of time designing myriad illusions,
I saw my destruction in the mirage flashing in your eyes.
Emotion engulfed by the raging sense of consternation
bewildered me by the confusing options of flight or endurance.
I submerged immobile within the state of stasis,
while the denial response shriveled my shattered essence.
As the sunshine days of delight ran out fast for me,
the twilight sky fell with the dismal night,
I didn’t forget that the cold sun sinks to ascend again,
inspiring the Phoenix in me to rise from the debris.
Through the billowing smoke thick and blinding,
I came out of the ruins, and saw the beauty life was.
Before the bruised conscience overwhelmed my broken soul,
I found the inner strength to bounce back self-controlled.
The cadence swells in the starlit sky
The light still dwells when night is nigh
That one last ray that lingers long
Fades with majesty; is gone.
One last kiss goodnight
One more dawn tonight
One more time
How can I resist my nature
How can I give in to sorrow
How can I rejoice
Be sure that all that I have felt
Will be beautiful tomorrow
In time, all fades to gray
In time, lost to the wave
In time, distilled and saved
Salved by the mists of time
Perfection comes to time
One moment, stretched into eternity
One moment, 'fore the day is gone
Will last, will linger on my tongue
As I see
That there is nothing left to say
That there is nothing left to do
But to observe
But to perceive
That ray, falling deep into the starlit few
Cast into the colors of the night
Falling on forever out of sight
How?
Do I dare to taint the moment?
With one thought, my heart is rent
Forever from the prism of my tears
The night reflects into the ancient years
By perfection sent
Into eternity
By a crystal cry
A moment
meant
in me
The thrill of beauty in the wave
The sea that swells, the sea that saves
The waves that lap against the shore
The waves that, depthless, are no more
The moon that rises casts a light
And in the water is a sight
A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky
A shadow of reality that would but be a lie
To see the points of light
My eyes rejoice the night
But in that shadow, in that plane
So phantomed once, I see again
And a moment now is shattered
Into a thousand fragments at my feet
As I see
the end in it all
Ah, the night will be the night
And the sea will be the sea
Until the question bears
and drowns in me
Melancholic notes of a lone flute brush past my ears,
the night yet to settle but the sun long gone,
only a rosy pink glow shimmering behind depthless clouds.
A drizzle of rain falls gently,
ricocheting off of the wooden roofs,
running off its slanted edge,
thrumming harmonically on the stone slabs below.
How many springs has it been since you left,
I wonder as I think about us.
The rights and wrongs of our past have already begone,
yet how can I leave it all behind?
Your golden eyes, your radiant smile,
the starry love I once wished to be.
I gaze deep into my cup
watching it fill with rain,
drop by drop; inch by inch
mirroring the tears gathering in my eyes
and the growing pain.
Bittersweet memories circle me like a fire,
unable to escape.
Full of people is the world,
yet none like you will ever return.
I always tell myself that it is better to let you go,
maybe I pretend it was all a dream,
but I keep coming back,
Back to the place where we belong together.
I picture how you used to sit here,
the rays of sunlight diving through the pine trees,
picture them illuminating you as you played the flute so elegantly.
The laughs we shared, the tears we shed,
that's all gone now; memories are my everything.
So many evenings I have sat here,
losing myself in history,
reminiscing in the tunes you used to play
and in those melodies I find solace,
somewhere where the pain is not so great,
somewhere where the grief won't rip canyons in my heart.
So as I pick up your flute and begin to blow,
the first shaky notes of Dance of the Blessed Souls
rings across the countryside.
There was a sickly tree
In a barren clearing
In a burning country
On a mourning day.
A wild crown of branches
Haloed by concentric rings;
A rising wave of spires and spindles lashing at the air;
Prismatic infernos leaping forth from in-betweens.
The void is silent.
No voices in clouds.
And the wind is a word that trailed.
Conflagràre.
Conflagràre.
Observe that you are not yourself.
Grey fire licks the skin like lichen.
Observe that this pain is not your own.
Topple to the planar salts
Content in this purifying wisdom:
These eyes that now see;
The eyes that beheld prophecy,
They were never the eyes of me.
Go inward now, forget your breath-
My Toreador, my Hortator.
Close quietly, freed from images-
My Paranoiac, my Metanoiac.
Evaporate beneath the total might of; the depthless, unceasing majesty of
The Absolute World.
Become dust in dust sifting by in the violently churning tempests of
The Grand Cacophony.
What looms is eternity,
What spans is time,
What one string has led
Is the timeless dead,
What an opal holds;
What the water enfolds
Is the history of reality untold.
May a unit of time intone time's fate?
May a sessile whisper collapse into an ascending, crescendoing boom?
May a retrocessive second retool the rules of the seconds' worlds by drawing deep from a pool of unspooling memory?
The leaning tree still stands
On a drifting sea of sands
Casting shadows by night
That stretch away to light.
In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me.
The dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the budding euphoric dreams
in the domain of depthless desire,
I didn’t see clouds slither in the slate horizon.
In the stream of night the specks of darkness slid,
in its flood my longing essence sank.
I couldn’t hold on to your hands as before,
for you freed yourself from my eager embrace.
Splintered in the threshold of tarnished twilight,
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of me
disappear with my dreams in the stormy night.
Demolished, I was sucked into its virulent void.
Emotion engulfed by raging sense of consternation
bewildered me by the flight of fight option,
I submerged immobile in the state of stasis,
while the freeze response shriveled my mind.
Expectations unfulfilled hit me hard,
promises unkept flung fiery blows of torment.
My mangled mind caught fire of the wild,
blazed the tender time of endurance.
The flame flowed from my burning mind,
singed the sensual meadow my love had made,
as my heart morphed into a volcanic inferno,
erupted fuming lava called anger.
Through the billowing smoke thick and blinding,
I came out of the ruins, saw the beauty life was.
Before my ember conscience burnt the soul,
I rose from the ashes, self-consoled and sane.
He is himself a painting,
Sitting there on a painters stool upon the cliff's edge
jutting out over a vista to the envy of gods
where the skies reach down to touch, to but experience
this view to capture the soul,
Where one could but look into the distance
to drift across the world and savor it’s every pleasure
and forever be free:
With but a look,
And he is himself a painting
this man who sits with brush in hand, and like a shipwrecked sailor
parched and dying of thirst
sees before him ocean waters of crystal blue and honey dew
and cups in his hands a depthless morsel
raises it to yearning lips
to drink from the ocean,
Just so - this man he lifts his brush
and with every stroke
his parched tongue laps up the sweetest drops of honeyed milk
as indulgent brush laps along the canvas
and paint sinks deep into every pore
This man, he drinks the ocean;
Yet he is himself the painting
and when he is done, when his throat is sated
He picks up yon coveted ocean
and tosses it over the picturesque cliff-
down and down it tumbles...
..to crack and shatter upon a mountain of like paintings
and this man, who is he himself the painting
is a man alone with his scenery
A man alone, and he paints for no one
and this picture, this lone man with none to savour his plight
Sends his brush and his soul over the vista
and drowns in the ocean.
Had I not found joy on this Island, my maternal home?
Searching and finding inner peace, once, far-far did I roam!
Like the sun and the moon and the stars, and cosmos carefree,
Slept on shores; got sung lullabies by the waves of the sea!
Lo! Like the howl of a wolf or some chaste deer in great pain,
Or the beating of the sea, I hear cries again, again!
Being a seeker around the seas and learn wisdom vast,
I've flamed my spirit within, and stood as firm as a mast!
Island serene! Silent! Seas, like fancies of heart, uproar!
Pains of deaths of sons, buds yet to bloom, taunt me all the more!
Oh, dear, my elder chick! Dared to face bullets in the war!
Like an angel, you fly, in my heart’s highest heavens, far!
Wrecks of my ship of life I bear; my pains, as parrots, paint,
In knell-like gloomy minutes too, I never in fear faint!
My yearnings, like the wide-open sea and islands depthless,
Little feelings break like waves soothing deathlessly restless!
Life, in lands or seas or islands, though like rough battlefields,
Morals marred! Deaths and martyrdoms won! Yet, virtues wear shields!
Beyond love, law, and beauty so marvelous sights I see,
Amidst fear of death and decay, life seems gleefully free!
(Hudson’s monologue: An Imagination)
10 October 2021
Islands in the Stream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
“In the burnt meadow of love see life beautiful bloom in the relic of memory” – Quote by Poet
In the expanse of yearning of my fervent sky
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze,
bring your fragrance to me through blooming trees.
The sunburst dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the dormant euphoria dreams for me
in the domain of depthless desire that kept burning on,
I didn’t see the dark cloud slither in the slate horizon.
The torrent of darkness in the stream of night
carried away my essence of longing out of sight.
I couldn’t hold your hands and feel your grace,
for you freed yourself from my ardent embrace.
Splintered in the threshold of the tarnished twilight,
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of my delight
disappear in the anguished storm I couldn’t bear.
Demolished, I was sucked into the void of despair.
Expectations disappeared unfulfilled, hit me hard,
unkept promises flung blows of torment inward.
The fire of the wild burnt my mangled mind,
blazed the tender time with you, I would never find.
Through the billowing smoke stifling and blinding,
I came out of the ruin, saw the beauty of life charming.
Before my ember conscience burnt the soul esoteric,
I rose self-consoled from the ashes of memory relic.