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On a velvet night, under a sky sprinkled with stardust,
realism, like a broken mirror, fails to reflect the whole truth,
it diminishes reality, thins it out, falsifies it, losing its essence,
it does not take into account our fundamental truths and deep obsessions:
love, death, wonder – all lost in the shadows of reason.
Man, presented in a reduced and distant perspective,
like a vague figure in a foggy painting, loses his inner brilliance,
for truth is not found in the strict outlines of reality,
but in our dreams, in our imagination, where magic and mystery find shelter.
In a world of gray and monotony, love fades like a candle in the wind,
but in our dreams, it burns like an eternal flame, illuminating the darkness,
and death, that inevitable end, becomes just a gateway to other realms,
where our souls dance freely, like spirits of light, in the vast unknown.
Wonder, that spark of magic that opens our eyes to miracles,
is lost in the daily routine, in the cold pragmatism of realism,
but in our imagination, it blooms like a crystal tree,
in every thought, in every dream, showing us the way to infinity.
Truth, that diamond hidden in the depths of our being,
reveals itself only in moments of dreaming, when we let reality dissolve,
and we lose ourselves in fantasies, in untold stories, in worlds of magic and beauty,
where every moment is a miracle, and every breath, a symphony of life.
In the endless flow of consciousness, my thoughts float like golden clouds,
seeking hidden meanings, eternal truths, in the vastness of imagination,
and I know that only there, in those distant realms, can I find the human essence,
for only in our dreams, in our imagination, does truth come to life,
and we, like poets of our own existence, can discover
that we are more than mere shadows in the world of reality,
we are dreams of light, lost in the eternal night,
and only in those dreams, can we find our true brilliance.
At the edge of twilight's embrace, I found myself anew
Under the caress of an ancient wind, whispering forgotten echoes
I soared on the wings of a dreamt desire, chasing the phantom light
Climbing a staircase woven from stars and shadows
Reaching the zenith, a summit kissed by ephemeral fire
And then, the fall - a spiraled descent into the chasm of my own void.
I shattered, a constellation of lost pieces,
Fragments of a soul drifting in the black ocean of night
With scars etched deep into my being,
Loosened bolts, a structure unmade by illusion,
Horror gripped my heart as I realized what was missing,
A vital shard, a key to fit into the grand tapestry of life.
In the delirium of youth, I chased faces, not hearts
I danced to the frenetic rhythm of fleeting desires,
I sought to fill the ever-gaping void in my chest
A cavern so vast, echoing with my silent agony,
Yet no mirage could bring solace to the emptiness within.
But as the years rolled by and wisdom kissed my brow
Now, I can truly claim knowledge of love,
It is not a wild fire, burning bright and fast,
But a gentle, enduring flame that glows warmly,
A fortress and a shelter, my foundation, my cause,
It wraps me in its embrace and carries me through life’s storms.
True love does not chase the ephemeral glimmers
It does not lose itself in the rapid dance of lust,
But nurtures the growth of two intertwined souls
It provides space, breathing dreams into reality,
Opening doors hidden deep within our spirits.
This love, oh how I've come to crave it,
For it has meticulously sewn all my wounds,
Golden threads of understanding,
And now I see the folly of puppy love,
Merely a facade for social adulation,
A masquerade of glamour, igniting the fire of envy.
True love whispers in the quiet,
Revealing its depth behind closed doors,
Naked, raw, an unmasked flame,
When it matures, it becomes the silent supporter,
The shadow that propels you forward, unseen but always felt.
Now, with every beat of my heart,
I understand the essence of an eternal love,
More than mere adornment or spectacle,
It is the mystical light in my life,
And in the profound silence of remembrance,
This love remains, an eternal flame.
Clippings were cut to place in a crystal vase.
They grew in the sunny corner of the garden,
tiny petals reminding me of hand tatted lace.
I gave them water, blooms from my jardin.
Lilacs perfume the night wind when it blows
bringing back memories from deep in my heart.
Thoughts of when the golden moonlight glows
and fragile lilac petals picked for me... fell apart.
Sorrowful feelings that I thought were buried,
but the fragrance of them each summer returns
to haunt the emotions stirred when I carried
their blooms when we were married. It burns
like an eternal flame that will never be doused.
A first love always lives in memories of the heart,
awakened at the scent when we were espoused.
Before fragile lilac petals picked for me... fell apart.
Under the moonlight, in the silence that sings like an ancient bell,
Thoughts flow like a river of stars illuminating the path,
Mirroring in waters the faces of forgotten gods, ancient shadows,
In a dance of eternity, where desire and fear meet.
Between truth and dream, a silver bridge is built in the night,
A path to infinity, where spirits find solace,
In the cosmic solitude, where souls reunite,
Seeking the hidden meaning in the silence that whispers stories.
Repetitions swirl, like an ancient incantation, a sacred refrain,
That cradles our minds in the arms of an unseen universe,
Where love transcends words and becomes an eternal fire,
A fire that burns the cold truth, giving birth to a new beginning.
Christ, the light that guides steps through the dense darkness,
Is the beacon piercing the fog of doubt, calling to dream,
We refuse the passive truth to embrace the living spirit,
That spirit which binds us to the divine essence beyond reason.
Philosophy becomes an act of creation, a celebration of knowledge,
Where the mind dances freely, guided by celestial harmony,
And in the chaos of existence, we find the beauty of a hidden order,
An order that breathes through us, like a prayer to the stars.
In this mystical journey, where time loses its echo,
We find ourselves in the embrace of a universe that knows us,
Discovering that solitude is just a fleeting illusion,
And the true connection is the love that knows no end.
So, in the silence of the night, where dreams become reality,
We raise our souls to the heavens, seeking the infinity within us,
In a dance of stars, where light and shadow merge,
We find the meaning, that eternal flame burning beyond words.
We can never forget 9/11
We will forever remember such a date
A date that will live in infamy
A date that has everything in it:
Sadness, fire, death, destruction and bravery
Heroism, sickness and resilience, except happiness
9/11/2001 is a memorable and a daring date
That changed the world. Things are not seen like
The day before. We have a different perspective
About life and everything under the sun
We learn new ways of mourning, sighing
Fighting, of course new ways of being absolutely resilient
No, we will never forget this fateful day where terrorism
Became a new word. Everybody is talking about the death
Of so many brave first responders: firefighters, policemen
And many others who wear proudly their uniforms
We shall never forget 9/11. We will never forget 9/11
The sacrifices made by the brave civilians who had lost their lives
Are priceless. The eternal flame in our heart cannot be extinguished
We know that everyone in NYC and elsewhere will always
Remember how the world got shocked, stunned by these egregious
And deadly actions perpetrated by a bunch of sick cowards
9/11/2001 is a monument engrained in our brain which will live there
For a very long time. The memories of the braves are metastasized
In our psychic, no one can suppress them without killing us cold
"911" is no longer three numbers but a historic symbol like Pearl Harbor
9/11/2001 is now 18 years old.18 years of tears, fear, pain and suffering
We shall never forget 9/11. We will remember. We can never forget 9/11.
Copyright © 9/11/2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I unchain the caged darkness
to surrender willingly,
taste the warm, wet drips
of liquefied lament and life
tracing the cold cracks
within bruised veins
kissing patiently the searing surge
of anxiety caging and clawing
the pulse of pain-struck peace
the flesh beneath
the fragility of hope ~
purging the siren’s poison
of Beelzebub’s breath
love-drunk on dangerous desire
christening the mayhem devotion
carving temples from tempests
as the needles wake me to
a reality romanticized with nails ~
O reaper ... my beloved knight
aching to seize my light
fool me once more
seduce the stars
without a script
lure the lake of night
stripped of pretense
for I am your eternal flame
this heart, a mausoleum of
cremated calmness
and skeptical skeletons
a panoramic capture
of insanity unforgiven…
listen as the clouds spill
a thousand secrets
follow the shadow
of me and my truth
watch my skies abandon
the beautiful lies
I once worshipped ~
as I am now one amongst
the survivors of hearts I broke
while trying not to break,
the ruthless rhythm
of the game of musical chairs;
only the ones
who ran could chase ~
a memory condemned
as the cardinal sin ~
an alluring curse
damned with
Lilith’s signature, evermore…
Still burning
I want someone who sets my heart on fire.
An eternal flame that is not denied.
I need a new spark to burn an avalanche of liars.
I need a direct route through to wife.
I want a get well card for my love life.
A slice of that cake sure looks nice,
But inside it’s carrot cake.
Where is the chocolate?
Vegetables!
Give me a break!
Catch my drift and lead me into temptation.
I need to find a new sensation.
A love I have never had before.
Been there, done that; so tired; so bored.
I want a never before seen, woman of my dreams,
Who is destined to become my Queen.
Not a lover who already has a lover,
Or a lover who finds a new lover,
When I am meant to be with her.
I want original; not the same old same.
Give me fireworks!
Come on! Entertain!
A notion of excellence.
I don’t want to be one of many men.
I want to be unique.
One reject; two rejections;
Already taken, makes three.
If all I can have is bad for me,
Give me bad at lying; give me empathy.
Give me something for me…
Please.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
This world
in a state
of confusion
upside down
in no mans land
love eternal flame
hopes candle
blossoming red
flames on fire
with the rays
a setting sun
Burning deep
hot pokers
inside this heart
power of another
hangs one's destiny
crossing the dead sea
flickering shadows
smoldering ashes
in dreams
staring into
an empty space
Opening the windows
of my soul
misted emotions fall
loving someone
beyond everything
drowning in pain
one gulp a time
slipping away
dealing with
the heart's hurt
this nightmare
holds pain within
Awaiting light
of the morning sun
dawning of life
carrying dark shadows
in ghosts of loved ones
until we meet again
love never leaves
we get hurt
within loves emotion
Beneath the diaphanous vault where shadow and humanity dissolve,
The fabric of nature unravels into an inscrutable residue of secrets,
Far from the world’s gaze, in the salt of the wilderness, a different essence is born,
Even bare sterility embraces the enigma that deceives and soothes us.
From the illusion of light-years, a whiff of earth mixed with saffron,
Nature caught in the dance of an eternal flame, inscribes upon the planes of existence,
Odes to the wind, where meadows bow to reveal a hidden-lost utopia,
The delicate sign of the sky bears ethereal symbols, home of the precious wild clover.
Deep down, at the root, where the echo of initiation throbs and writhes,
The whispers of a partial eclipse weave a complicit veil over myrrh footprints,
Nestled in the maple leaf, the wave of blood becomes intimately red,
Rustle of life in our spread, a solitary armchair beneath blue draperies.
Thus, I begin to merge with the threshold of mystery of beginning and end,
To immerse myself in the enigma of the opulent soul, the scent of ash and quake,
Outrunning the saintly stride, seeking the heart as a celestial sanctuary,
Stepping into the labyrinth called love, a portal to the heart named eternal.
A temple bell clangs through echoing ears.
My vision today
could turn a green leaf brown.
Why do I tilt my head like a bird
just to see its reflection in
a muddy puddle?
Why the need to know
If mud is real or just a mote in my eye?
In your eleventh hour,
in your distress,
why did you utter that accusatory word, 'forsaken'?
Those unrisen words reverberate still.
Body temples crumble away,
the altar returns to eternal flame.
Knowing this, you still cried out.
As a bird's broken wing
un-fluttering,
yet not squelched,
am I.
I die not,
to long dead thoughts.
Forsaken, forsook, forgiven.
My fear of falling
makes me ever the lame pilgrim.
Will you walk a little away,
that I might feel your leaving?
I then might for certain know,
that you are my very own
sacred heart.
For I forget myself
in this long dream of existence,
though, all-unknowing,
I will surely
blunder into the light.