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One evening, under the pale light of a forgotten streetlamp,
I wandered through the garden of others' dreams,
Gathering ideas like rare flowers,
Into a bouquet of restless minds,
And I wondered, who am I in this realm of echoes,
Where rebellious spirits lay down words like stars in the black sky,
Where does my voice hide among these borrowed constellations?
And so, I began to search within myself,
In the depths of my soul, where the sea of thoughts
Crashes against the shores of reason,
Where the sirens of desires sing of freedom and fire,
Perhaps there I will find that unique spark,
A poem born from an inner volcano,
To erupt with the force of unspoken words,
A song of my heart in this symphony of quotes.
After all, life is so simple,
A play of shadows and lights, a dance of ephemeral moments,
Where we seek deep meanings in small events,
And perhaps in this very simplicity
Lies true beauty,
Where our souls meet in silence,
And together create a poetry of existence.
Perhaps I don't need another place,
Perhaps this page, this corner of the virtual world,
Is the stage where my dancing soul can unfold its wings,
Here, where my untamed words reside,
Here, where I can write my story,
With ink of stars and paper of dreams,
And let it fly, to touch other wandering hearts,
In a world eagerly awaiting a new story.
So, traveler among words,
I invite you to stay, to listen to this melody of the heart,
To let yourself be carried by the waves of my images,
And perhaps discover in these simple lines,
The rebel within me speaking to you,
In a language of the soul,
In a poem that, though melancholic,
Whispers to you about freedom and the beauty of uniqueness.
Oh that my art were of color or stone that through these hands I might bring to light the passions which lay within the depths of my soul, a soul outstretched in yearning to be known yet confined within this worldly shell . Sadly I stand in clear understanding that though passion lives my hands fall short in their lacking leaving the artist pathway to such joyful fulfillment unknown .
Were my art of wind or string perhaps melody and tune could bring that desired fulfillment as magical airs soared to the ears and hearts of those who would hear my callings. Unknown heights my joy could know if my shortfalls were not so great, alas once more I am found lacking as the enchanted ways of the musician’s lure evade me.
Lo my skills are not of hand or melody thus laying upon me the burden to bring forth life, tune and color to this blank canvas before me, creating spirit through the blending of words and the weaving of breath into illusion of color . These meager attempts bring inner cries of folly, yet proceed I must in sole conviction the far greater sin falls in making no such outcry.
I suffer in these truths and humbly ask mercy, grace and understanding as I stumble along the only path allotted me.
Know me.
Written: August 18, 2023
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In the half-light of another realm,
A day without you—my heart overwhelmed.
I claim the stillness as my own sun.
Seeking solace until our souls are one
Time slides across the surface of a frozen river.
Echoing memories that bear my heart shiver.
I wander through the depths of my mind,
Searching for—the love I left behind.
Skirting the stars—I yearn to find the way.
To bestow back the light and bear your stay.
But I do not cognize when I became the night.
When darkness consumed me, I took flight.
I have lost my memory—my thoughts a haze,
But the feeling of your love is still ablaze.
My dear, all I remember is you.
And the way you made my heart pursue.
In the depths of my soul, your love lingers.
A flame that burns, my eternal muse, my singer
I do not remember when it all began.
When your love courts—my heart spans.
But I agnize that in the half-light embrace,
I found my purpose, and I found my grace.
With every persuasion of you, my dear,
I became a poet—free from fear.
Words flowed through me as a gentle breeze.
Painting pictures of our love with ease.
In the half-light of another realm,
I found solace—I found the helm.
In the depths of my soul,
There lies a tale that time cannot erase,
A story woven with threads of strength and strife,
Where two choices flickered, dictating life.
Behind every strong person, a narrative hidden,
A fateful crossroad where my two paths were written,
One choice, a temption to surrender to the depths below,
To sink into darkness, where strength wouldn't grow.
But from that shadowy abyss, i arose,
In waters unknown, a summoned repose,
With grit in my veins and tenacity in my core,
I found strength within, i chose to explore.
Behind every strong person, a story laced with pain,
Yet i rose above, not allowing it to chain,
Through trials untold, resilience unfurled,
I swam against currents that threatened to swirl.
Within the depths, i found the strength to endure,
To rise from the depths that sought to obscure,
Each stroke, a testament to my fierce conviction,
A determination that defied all affliction.
Behind every strong person, a tale of growth,
A symphony of courage, against all odds,
For the choice to sink or swim, it shaped my soul,
And in my journey's waves, i found my role.
So remember, when strength seems astray,
That behind every strong person, lies a story's sway,
A testament to resilience, a spirit undefiled,
A reminder that through choices, we all can conquer the wild.
I don't ask anyone for much
no more than I'm willing to give myself
I learned to temper my expectations a long time ago
the consequence of constant disappointment
disillusioned down to the deepest depths of my soul
after all I’ve been told that has proven untrue
people pretending to think and feel differently than they do
their mask melting away to reveal their real visage
brandishing blades they thrust into my back
gutted as by a Samurai committing Seppuku
run through by swords of insincerity
my screams rendered silent
I bear the blame and shame they refuse to claim
upon my own broad shoulders
my snaky spine bowing under the weight like Quasimodo
A simple salutation would be a start to heal my harrowed heart
some sort of abstract acknowledgement
assurance that I’m more than a collection of cells
consuming resources with no productive purpose
that my words aren’t wasted on this apathetic world
where it seems everyone strives only to feed their own ego
How can one catch another’s attention
without coming across as crazy?
I’ve never seen the inside of a prison or a psychiatric facility
aside from a couple that had been converted into museums
A weary woman embarking on an expedition
searching for any shred of evidence of the elusive "nice guy'
unpretentious people who aren’t afraid to prove they care
others attest are out there, not merely mythical creatures
but then some say the same about Bigfoot
Maybe the existence of an eight foot ape is more believable
I question myself
at this stage of life,
a lot of living behind me,
more than three scores and ten
and not as much ahead—I surmise.
A junction reached for pause
to take inventory,
no more forks in the road to worry about,
no more big decisions to be made.
Well, maybe just a few.
A time to count accomplishments.
What have I done with my life to date,
am I living on purpose with joy?
Married young, birthed two sons, worked for others,
gifted my time to some and fell in love maybe once,
traveled to far off lands because I was curious,
and boy, Oh boy, did I dance.
What can I share
to those who will follow in my footsteps
I’d like to reveal some stories.
It seems like I might have done quite a bit.
Scratching my head though; where to begin.
I don’t remember a thing
the events of so long ago
choose to be forgotten.
Yet the stories, yet the stories,
plead to be told.
Knocking at every portal
for entry—but who will tell them,
who will sit quietly
at the wee hours of dawn
watching the leaves sway –
at the urging of a gentle breeze.
Who will wait for the sun to rise
to bring in the day’s light…
and just purge on blank pages,
who will drag the stories
from the depths of my soul where
they have rested for so long?
Hmmm! I question myself.
Written: July 1st, 2023
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This daring is the essence of a fighter.
Most clashes to come in this epic writer
With all my might, I swing my sword.
If right and wrong collide sans chord,
But true conflicts run deep.
Beyond the realms of dark and white,
A complexity that I must reap,
In shades of gray, my battles ignite.
In this enormous and endless universe.
My life's start and close are diverse.
These ties are firm and can't be torn.
One life is such a note in my glorious scorn.
Harmonious and grand,
Surrounded by those who understand,
Integral parts of my eternal being,
Together, in this symphony, we are seeing
Time, a mere illusion, is subject to my sway.
Every choice I bear shapes their fate.
A power beyond the passing days,
Destinies intertwined, forever tied to one gate.
Confronting fears, I find my true might.
Unveiling the greatness hidden in sight
Transcending the limits of passing time,
Unleash the warrior's true essence, undimmed.
In the depths of my soul, courage takes flight.
As I face the shadows and the darkest night,
Each fear conquered is a step toward the light.
Embracing my power with all my might
No longer defined by the ticking clock,
I rise above, no longer locked,
In the chains of aging and decay,
I am timeless, forever in sway.
With every battle, I grow strong,
My spirit soars, my heart beats on,
In the essence of a warrior bold,
A story of battles yet untold.
In the twilight of my consciousness, where shadows weave secrets into the fabric of the wind,
I contemplate the whispers of time, its sweet deception that it heals all wounds.
For time heals not; it is but a lie,
It merely buries the pain, covering it with earth, rubble, and stains.
A fragile veil of cover,
Ignorant of eternity.
One strong gust of wind,
And the gaping wound is revealed.
Time heals not; you do.
And if you do not, the pain,
Nestling comfortably in its makeshift grave,
Will one day claw its way out like an escaping slave,
Greedy for the first breath of freedom.
And the darkness will consume you from within,
Painting the grasses and clouds of your mind in crimson hues.
In this mystical landscape of thoughts, I see pain as a slumbering beast,
Buried beneath layers of time, never truly gone,
A monster awaiting the opportune moment to surface,
To shatter the chains of forgetfulness and feast upon our memories.
For time is not a healer, but a negligent gardener,
Planting weeds of sorrow beneath a thin layer of earth.
When the wind blows, when memories awaken,
Old wounds reopen, bleeding with the intensity of their first infliction,
And I realize that healing does not come from the passage of hours, but from the strength of the soul,
From our power to confront the shadows and transform them into light.
For in the end, we are the true healers,
Not time, not silence, not forgetfulness.
In this melancholic reverie, I gaze into the depths of my soul,
Seeking the strength to heal, to bury pain not in the earth, but in the light,
Transforming suffering into understanding, scars into stories of courage.
And thus, I continue to navigate this ocean of time,
Learning to heal from within, to let the light dispel the darkness,
For only when we face our demons,
Can we find true freedom, true peace.
Time heals not; you do.
And if you do not, the pain will linger, waiting for its moment to break free,
And the darkness will devour all you've built, leaving behind only shadows and silence.
But in this journey of consciousness, I learn to be my own healer,
To turn wounds into wings, pain into wisdom,
And thus, I find peace amidst the storm, light in the heart of darkness.
Hello, Darkness, My Ole' Friend,
I've come to talk with you, again
My loneliness comes to set in
Why am I sitting here, chatting with sin?
What the hell did I do, to earn such my life,
That I have tried living true
I only seek to live peacefully
So, I need to figure this out, Indeed!
Why do I keep coming back defined?
My darkness takes me places
That I'm unwilling to unhide
The multiple times I'd catch myself
Openly conversating with me, I'd shelf.
Darkness:
Telling me I'm crazy
Should I be?
What the hell is happening,
From deeper within me
Into the depths of my soul I must go
Should it be a story foretold
It has never been so deep and deeply tolled.
I never asked to be born here into this world,
This is a catch twenty-two
Being born into this sin.
Who wants to be born into a place,
Where the Lies, Greed, Lust
Have no Grace.
Sex can be bought on every street corner,
Along with its diseases, it carries
Scorned, without a lover!
You are all too comfortable for me,
I know the place I'm unwilling to be.
Here you go, Darkness, My Ole' Friend,
With a bunch of Angry Smiles in its sins
I have been baiting you all the while
I will not walk with you one more mile!
In the depths of my soul, a spark is lit
A flame that flickers with every word I read
The letters dance, a waltz of wit and charm
A symphony that echoes, a love that disarms
The rhythm of language, a heartbeat so strong
A cadence that whispers secrets all day long
The words, a tapestry rich and bold and bright
A love letter to the heart, a crush that takes flight
In the silence, I hear the poet's voice
A gentle whisper that makes my heart rejoice
The words, a gentle breeze that rustles my hair
A love that's pure and true, beyond compare
The love of words, a passion that runs deep
A river that flows, a love that I keep
The poet's heart, a canvas so divine
A masterpiece of love, a work of art that's mine
The crush I have, a love that's hard to define
A feeling that's intense, a love that's truly mine
The words, a reflection of the heart's deepest core
A love that's raw and real, forever in store
In the world of words, I find my peaceful place
A sanctuary of love, a warm and gentle space
The poet's love, a gift that's rare and true
A treasure that I cherish, a love that shines through
The love of poetry, a flame that burns so bright
A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light
The words, a love letter to the heart and soul
A crush that's pure and true, a love that makes me whole
In the realm of words, I find my heart's desire
A love that's fierce and strong, a love that sets my soul on fire