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It's all a matter of perspective, isn't it?
What you call that cursed time of 4 AM
Is it the last vestige of the day?
Or the bleariest beginning of next?
My graveyard shift ends as the faintest colors of dawn emerge
Sunlight lets me know I've broken bad ground
And rush to sleep while the others are stirring
And waking up when dusk paints the horizon
What must it be like to see the sunrise
And not feel trepidation?
Even when I've seen it under proper circumstances
It's always been some form of harbinger
That there's a whole day left to go
That everything I spent all night accomplishing
Must keep going and time never ceases
Never hopeful, but as a grim reminder of what's to come
hearts tremble, shudder and break
beneath the dark gaze of dreaded mistakes
grief sends a message that life won’t forsake,
while bitter becomes sweet as gentle snowflakes
souls sigh, whisper and groan
seeking the solace of hope and love
while sometimes struggling all alone
blessings flow quietly, from God above
hearts remember, consider and learn
through the shadows, a faded glow
prompting the spirit to sincerely discern
while the memories teach us to grow
souls stir, dazzled by God’s amazing
while the faintest doubt can disillusion
there is a melody that keeps me praising
the story reveals a sweet conclusion
hearts heal when His peace persuades
breathing light, a rustle of still grace
through the spirit who never evades
the song of heaven echoed by God’s embrace
God , No God, May be God
Question arose there, who created God?
Nor he is begotten,
No. He begets not.
God. No God. Maybe God.
Uncertainty told the light a lot
He is sometimes far away, sometimes nearest
to your integer number of fantasy pages,
already brought.
There is already a lot on your plate. Truly a lot!
You and stress eating vetoed these , as understood
The glory faded away as
she stood on the deck with the burning sun, behind, a melting pot!
Still a beauty with flawless smile and
pearls of the forgotten time, as impeccable time sought!
I thought you did!
You held me up close and it simply withered away during sleep time
without the faintest clue of any debating try!
With teardrop of a lifetime, lifeline,
and a parable paraphrase, folklore
equidistantly located loci, of a vagabond sky!
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,"
My mind recites in garbled tongue.
The light spreads like an oil spill,
Brighter, hotter than the sun.
Hear it crackle, watch it spark,
See each colour lick the floor,
A dizzy war of light and dark
As feral smoke fills every pore.
Shallow breath, depleted lungs,
A sea of black designed to drown.
Clinging to my faintest thoughts
Like slinky silk or heavy shroud.
And as I watch it float away,
This lethal, perverse black balloon.
I pray that it won't veer off course,
That it won't spread or burst too soon.
A devil lounges on my chest
To play this grim and dangerous game.
The air he hoards like silver coins
Invigorates the growing flames.
Time begins to melt and ooze,
Acrid wax within my veins.
Feel them trickle, watch them blur,
Tears that drip like acid rain.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,"
My mind recites in peaceful tone.
The light is soft, the heat is warm
As pain leaks slowly from my bones.
And when the lasting ash has cooled,
When piercing dread no longer looms,
I'll love and hate and crave that light
From this lonely black cocoon.
Leprechaun?
...
Deep in the forest, near the old Castle Clare
There rose such a chorus, of insect delight
With frogs croaking alto, and crickets, in pairs
Soothing my ears in the cool midnight air
From the slate cottage steps, I would sit to reflect
how the world was so vast, and me a mere speck
As I searched through the dark, on the ways of the world
I could hear something rustle, and the shrubs were disturbed
From out of shadows, with a shoemaker's guile
Conceited, and not the faintest of smiles
A figure, quite dapper, wearing a coat of bright green
He vanishes, quickly, back over the stile
So quickly it happened, a flash before eyes
With cunning in mind, he chanced to reveal
So startled, I was, with a shock of surprise
That even the frogs, and crickets had stilled
Then fled to the hallow, to a bright golden kettle
Enticing me then, to follow him there
Was it figment? Imagination? I question my mettle
With goose-bumps, I'm covered, with fast rising hairs!
Out in the forest, the crickets in chorus
Return to their singing, but humming quite cautious
The frogs barely croaking,
Each croak seems evoking
the same trepidation, and adds more suspicion
Perchance this encounter, was pure superstition ...
Will he wander back, will I be redeemed? .....or
Perchance, I dozed off. Was it only a dream?
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hello golden
delicious beautiful
sweeter than
any breath
falling back
a waterfall
falling fire
molten hot
into the core
twisting backwards view
eyes sparkling sweetest
of all jewels
ruby hot red
freshly scenting
blazing souls
air blowing
across ocean breeze
inside out
spiced with salts
erotic flowing feelings
as night
follows day rising
sweetly scattered
on the faintest breath
dropping dew
upon a star
silver dazzling
on her trail
rains showers
of golden feelings
soaking into skin
i growl an animal
oh baby
in loves face
your my sugar
popping candy
does that tease
the mind
honey dew
golden cotton
soft baby
rolling out
the finest carpet
to sweep you honey
feet from under
your air
i love you
my dream
breathing in you
a blazing star
in hot waves
burning in the sun
falling kissing you
baby bear
shining a soul
beautiful honey
Up above a lone bird soars high,
a speck of movement in an azure sky
tainted, with the faintest streaks of white.
It spreads its wing majestically,
sunlight reflecting off its feathers,
glancing off its back.
The wind is its sole friend
as it glides over land and sea,
mountains and trenches,
cities and forests.
It goes wherever it wishes,
surveying its dominion below.
The scenes it will see, only it will know.
It flies far beyond the horizon,
pivoting and diving like an arrow
enjoying the cool air rush past its body.
Effortlessly, it glides
through sun, rain and snow,
nonchalant about what follows.
As it journeys without end across the plains,
it knows it is minute in comparison
and that its journey has just begun.
And so as we leave it to disappear from view
on its endless adventure,
we are reminded that we are not so different from it,
and it's about time we spread our wings.
She holds you spellbound, tempts every sigh,
her voice sedutive by its lullabye,
Her meaning envoking the unspoken word
Ever tender the call of her lovesong
This angel who thrives on the air of your breath
The movements of her heavenly rhythm
Closer calls the invitation to feel her rhythm
Succumb to her female sigh
Ever so gently she releases her breath
The gentle sleep of her restful lullabye
Bequiled you fall to the music of her lovesong
With nothing more than the unspoken word
What secret does she keep so closely guarded? the unspoken word
The mystery of her movements swaying to her rhythm
How could a mortal man resist such a lovesong
His resolve given in a surrendering sigh
Returning his words in anticipation of her lullabye
He barely manages to catch his breath
His chest bursting with the urgency to take a breath
Her eyes adoring yet still there's the unspoken word
Her song intensifys a passionate lullabye
The wind caressing nature to respond in rhythm
His need urgent as he pleads with loving sigh
He know's the ending of this Angel's lovesong
This captivation held by the chorus of her lovesong
How could such an angelic understand yet allow such loss of breath?
Again his strength fails him as he hears the relentless sigh
A language alien yet familiar, the assurances of the unspoken word
Delicately the harps resound the perfect rhythm
As his soul escapes to listen evermore to the enchanting lullabye
The sensations of her sound unbearable as she continues her lullabye
What kind of music is this she sings, this immortal lovesong
That holds a mystery unto itself, the defiance of her rhythm
Still he holds to his last dying breath
As she witholds the saving grace of the unspoken word
And all he can do is sigh
As this lovesong continues to play, immersed within the lullabye
His breath weakened to the faintest heartfelt sigh
Surrendering completely to her rhythm, the beauty revealed, the unspoken word.
Even if its a world apart
Even if time shall not present
The day you stole my heart
Was the beginning to see my life end
I did not fall… but I tried
Maturity has kept me somehow as a whole
Faith however has lonesomely died
Simply to live becomes the hardest to withhold
Cheating myself of happiness I could see
I cannot see myself more real or more alive
Without the faintest clue to ever once more be
I begin once more to live yet another lie
Born to serve the rights and wrongs
We are not to live as we feel
If everyone has always somewhere to belong
Perhaps then, we need not start life anew
Time never presents
We only feel… we only start
Simply a beginning for the end
The day you stole my heart
The only star for me
Is a split binary, that cannot agree
Tearing me apart, within this melee
From the moment, of man’s creation
Forever open, to lame interpretation
Was I assembled, in a solar system
Inanimate, and lacking any wisdom
Brought to life, to fill a Gods quota
I haven’t got the faintest clue or iota
Heavy elements, and dust coalesced
Later on, wise men attempt to process
Spoiler alert! I’ll tell you what I know
Science and religion, puts on a show
Orbiting each other, huge quandaries
Crisscrossing our human boundaries
Why can’t gravity, bash them together
If not for worse, definitely for better
In a supernova blast, releasing sense
Knocking me off, that stubborn fence
Burning away, every bit of my doubt
Or is this failed star, never to find out
By David Kavanagh
11/07/22