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In the labyrinth of time, we weave webs of hope from threads of light and shadows,
Wandering souls in the ocean of existence, clinging to dreams like life rafts,
We breathe the illusion of progress, an intoxicating air that fills our lungs with promises,
And every morning we wake up, once again, on the edge of the abyss of nihilism.
We are children of a world that collapses and is reborn with each heartbeat,
We carry in our blood the irrational belief that tomorrow will be better, a sweet and necessary poison,
We intertwine our destinies with threads of "maybe" and "if", weaving a magic carpet of possibilities,
On which we float above the abyss of despair, clinging to every thread of hope.
People of the present, prisoners between past and future, we dance on the edge of time,
With closed eyes we throw ourselves into the waves of change, believing we swim towards a better shore,
And on nights when the moon weeps its loneliness, we whisper stories of a brighter tomorrow,
Feeding our hungry souls with dreams of progress, an imaginary feast of our minds.
Without this mad belief, we would be just wandering shadows in an indifferent universe,
Puppets of flesh and bone, manipulated by the cruel hands of destiny, without will or purpose,
But we choose to believe, to hope, to dream, even when reality tears our hearts apart,
Because in the illusion of progress we find the strength to go on, to breathe, to live.
And so, we weave our own stories, embroidering with threads of hope on the canvas of existence,
We build sandcastles on the beaches of time, knowing the waves will wash them away, but building anyway,
For in this beautiful madness of belief in progress, we find the meaning to continue,
To move forward, step by step, verse by verse, breath by breath, towards a future yet unwritten.
“when that that never was dies ~
consciousness flies to new highs”
we walk on a lonely road
alone in the midst of a crowd
each soul trudges under a heavy cross
fake smiles camouflaging destiny’s dark shroud
we seek solace but there’s no safety in numbers
inane game of one-upmanship now dreary
heads or tails, either way we lose
our bones have grown weary
from dark dungeons of despair
where fear of freedom has us bound
we beseech the gods in far away heavens
to show us the way how ethereal bliss may be found
our entreaty unanswered, we find ourself again alone
with all hope lost, we cease to struggle and strive
turning attention inward in the void of silence
we find within our heart a divine bliss hive
as affirmed in all the ancient scriptures
we recognise we are love and bliss and light
unbound is our delight beholding our true essence
self-existent light, pulsating unendingly by day and night
I'm over the depression, the death
of that fragment of soul irrevocably attached to her;
I'm over the agony that followed
her swift and final betrayal.
The pain disappears, fades in the face
of life's timeless worries and delights;
that part of her life, of mine, of ours,
is long since gone, vanished with the wind's whisper.
But, alas, I can't be over love,
and now I must search again, for my completion;
she was the purpose, the answer, my reward -
now once more, my quest is reborn.
Hearken to me!
Hear my call, sweet lover,
and be borne on the swiftest hawk's wings
straight to my side.
Alleviate my burden, I beg of you,
and no longer shall you worry;
no fear, no harm, no despair will ever reach you
so long as I remain yours.
Forever for you I seek,
across the width and breadth of this great earth,
through ocean, abyss, or hell;
for you, my love, I still search.
On days when it feels like my heart yearns for nothing more than the quiet embrace of cold dirt and moss covering my bones. I go outside with a camera, anything capable of capturing something. And I wander aimlessly in places maybe I've lived my entire life but never truly seen and sometimes in places I've never been seeing it through the fog of pain for the first time. I take photos of the way light dances through the flesh of dying leaves. Of how lichen slowly grows on all things in these mountains. And it makes my heart ache to know that there is such devastating beauty to be seen through my camera and still I do not want to be here on days like this. For if still in moments watching as the light fades beautifully through the trees can not make the illness in me stutter for a moment. Well I'm unsure of what else to do. For this beauty makes me yearn all the more for the feel of moss growing on my bones as I grow ever more brittle in the fading light of the sun through wavering leaves.
THERE are brilliant pebbles on fire
within the expansive skies
And there are stones as bright
upon the ground
How both I have walked:
my eyes toward the skies
my eyes toward my feet
How to celebrate the love
of my own personality
i often sing to myself
That I comfort the essence
of my Soul
for every bit belongs to me
as it does with you.
How my house as child was not
a haven of security
but the fragrance of my mother
was there before night
Teenage years: The key in my pocket,
heavy with responsibility
to unlock the door to an uncertain reality
Through the haze of cigarette smoke
I'd navigate, trying not to choke
On the bitterness that hung in the air
A reminder of a life lived in despair
Yet in those moments of solitude
I found solace in my own fortitude
A resilience born from adversity
A strength forged in the flames of uncertainty
For though my childhood was marred
By the demons that haunted and scarred
I learned to find beauty in the cracks
To see the light shining through the tracks
So as I walk these paths of mine
With stars above and stones that shine
I carry with me the lessons learned
From a childhood where I yearned
For love, for safety, for peace of mind
Yet in the absence, I learned to find
The strength within to stand tall
And embrace the journey, flaws and all.
:: 02.22.2024 ::
In grave despair
They find the audacity
To plea
Wrestling with chains
Their eyes gouged out
Leaving burning pains
Let there be no doubt
The age of gods is done!
Together we rise as one!
Set fire to the gods!
Light them all ablaze!
With childish glee
We watch them melting
To death
With terror in their eyes
It's over for their oppression
We've seen through their lies
With seething aggression
The age of gods is done!
Together we unite as one!
Set fire to the gods!
Light them all ablaze!
In the eyes of malice
I have found a throne
And upon my head
A crown of skulls
In grave despair
We watch them melting
Left with no doubt
When the burning finally ends
And the smoke rises
Nothing and nobody will be left
For in the hearts of men
Exist the sin of gods
My muse is gone,
good riddance to the witch
And don’t come back,
you extraneous lil b’itch
Off to prey on others,
pour napalm on their souls
Sublimate good poetry,
burn stanzas full of holes
Infiltrate kind minds,
corrupt joyous prayer
Tear apart covenants,
seed corrugated despair
Yeah my muse is gone,
in search of new hosts
To spread vile poison,
through every new post
I’m an angel once again,
deliverance fills each line
A paragon for good,
no more evil rhymes
Champion of the soup,
clear broth I’ll deliver
Served with fava beans,
Chianti, and my muses liver
# Her name is Clarice #
By
David Kavanagh
A Withered Rose
Our love dear
is now but a
“Withered Rose.”
And I really
don’t know if
you care—I
must suppose.
We once had a
most radiant love
full of wonder,
joy, beauty, passion.
And now it’s quite
hard to accept
the reality
that all is ruined
and all is gone.
I sleep now dear
with utter despair
in a soulless torment
that is unending
knowing our once
“Red-Rose Love”
is gone forever . . .
And in its place
I have nothing
but an image of a
“Withered Rose Memory.”
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(April 30, 2015) (Accentual Meter)
* This poem originally appeared in my new book
with a release date of February 4, 2015
The body
Trash, misery, pain, desire, despair
Illusion, suffering,
Where ever we came from
What did we do to deserve this
Nothing is better and nothing is worse
It's all lies trying to find comfort
Blinded to pursue what is best for it
Blinded to think for it
Believing there will ever be enough to it
Never
Never
The body
Source of; misery, suffering, pain
Fear, illusion. It's trash
Can never get enough
And is neither worth any little
The body
When you sit back to listen
To a musician on stage
You wait to hear a beautiful voice
Something to draw your attention in comparison
The body
What is it that makes us think it is worth keeping?
Why is it that we treasure it,
What makes us think it is worth fighting for?
Is it worth fighting for?
Time. Will never be enough.
Why won't it ever be enough?
Especially when it's all about or even
Comes to an end.
Is it even real. What makes it ?
Something's HIDDEN
The cycle repeats itself
The wheel keeps turning
And over and over again
Be it how different it may seem
It all remains the same
Just like yesterday
LISTEN
All there needs to be done
Is listen.
Nobody is any different just because you've got
Something someone else does not have
You are not
Not as long as you have got the body.
...She had a surprised look when he knocked on the door,
had trouble meeting his eyes, and glanced at the floor.
Jack too was nervous, had trouble speaking his minds,
stammered and said,”Hello Kay…it’s been a long time.”
She asked if he’d like to come in, and he said yes,
he walked to the living room with a pounding chest.
She made them both some coffee and he started to say,
“I know it seems kind of weird, me showing up this way,
but of late I’ve been looking at what I have got,
and I know, from the outside, it seems quite a lot,
but I don’t think I’ve been happy since I left your side,
so I guess I’m asking if you’d give us a try…”
Kat met his eyes with a sad and piteous look,
said,”Can you see the picture right there, by the nook?
I’ve already a husband, and sweet children two,
so I’m sorry, But I will have to disappoint you.”
Jack did see the small picture, and he forced a grim,
it’s not like the chance of this hadn’t occurred to him.
So he gained his feet sadly, saying that he would go,
Kay said,”Please, wait. There’ something that you should know…”
He paused for a moment, saw the pictures of the kids,
could one of those small children possibly be his?
It was then that Kay spoke, and her face looked fright,
“I thought you should know the truth, about that last night…
“You are still holding a torch, that much is clear to me,
but you should know that, even them, we never could be.
You wanted to part, to tour and win great fame,
but you never once asked if I wanted the same,
and in truth, even then, I thought of a settled life,
or children and my own home, of being a wife.
“I thought it would be easier, avoid a hard scene,
if I acted like I didn’t want to kill you dream.
Cowardly of me, but we were so young back then,
and I hadn’t yet figured what I sought in men.
But now I want to be honest, we couldn’t last lone,
and I hope all this will help you try to move on.”
Jack just stood there stunned, his whole psyche now in doubt,
he said nothing, just felt numb, as he made his way out.
Driving to the airport he felt a deep despair,
the one woman he loved…whose heart was never there!
The one thing he’d known, this ‘one truth’ that he had claimed,
had not been returned, just a mirage of his brain…
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.