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Long ago in the short-time lively spring
In the grassy plains of a small island
Came from nonexistence a young sapling
Nurtured by the love of her mother’s hand
The world accepted her newfound nascence
Fueling her a love for joyfulness
Beaming out from the depths of her bright heart
A Happiness no being could contest.
With the blessings from the sapient world,
She quickly discovered a lifelong friend.
His solicitude for her unbounded,
They were surely a match made in heaven
They always walked together as one,
Carrying each other through life’s sojourn
Truly did the love between them abound
But all good times must arrive at an end
Her childhood soon sped by before her eyes
The novelty of memorable times
Fading into the dark depths of her mind
Pleasant memories like leaves in the wind
Her transition into adulthood near,
Deep concern for her friend’s future life flare
Taking no heed of her own life troubles,
She does what she can to help him succeed
At the zenith of springtime season’s bloom
She invited her dear friend to a club
A group of three girls all connected by
Their adoration of books and poems
It pleased her heart greatly to see her friend
Forming and bonding with new companions
Yet, unknown feelings of jealousy formed
As her indulgent desire for him grew
Like the swirling typhoons of the oceans,
The tsunamis that wash away cities,
Doubt flooded into her mentality
Confusing thoughts fogged rationality
She bottled up her true feelings tightly
Suppressed the complex emotions duly
Only ever showing her happy side
Wishing to see no concern from her friend
Each passing moment spent in the classroom
Watching his relationships with others
Deepening, evolving, and ascending
Left loneliness to consume her insides
For three days she tried hiding her sorrow
No longer could she veil her emotions
Despite her friend’s kind attempts to console
He only shatters her heart into shards
The following day, lying in her bed,
She looks up at her room’s ceiling and thinks
“Why get out of bed? Why am I still here?”
She recalls her friend, breaking into tears
That day, Sayori never came to school
Leaving her friend worried and bewildered.
In his concern, he traveled to her house
Only to find her hanging by the noose
There were no monsters nor creatures of doom, nor were there fellow humans torturing me in a combat zone. There was just me, entangled by battles of my body, soul, and spirit. Just me, engaged in warfare that only God can win. It reminded me of the GARDEN of Eden spoken of in the bible, such a beautiful place so well designed and made special for the object of one's love.
Like Adam and Eve, I never imagined anything that started so right and righteous could go so wrong and wicked. How could a place, an atmosphere, a paradise so innocent, would in an instance, lead me down PATHS of pain and disaster? But it happened, and fortunately, I have lived to tell the story of God's love and grace, and how He found and rescued me from the mouth of the MAZE.
This entire experience had the feel and presence of the serpent in Eden who presented Eve a whole new outlook on life and changed her perception of the God who loved her and would never lead her astray. After a while, everything within me that was once clear and pure became fogged with mud-filled SINUOUS trails, not one of which led me back to where I started.
So much bigger than anything I'd ever faced, this was a PUZZLE that challenged every cell in my brain, rendering me incapable of ascending from this elaborate and cleverly created twilight zone that I could not figure out. Like a never-ending, ever descending, and unimaginable TWISTING road that led to nowhere, I was compelled by an unseen force that kept me TURNING in every direction. I would later learn that the 'battle royal' was not an external force but was being waged from within me.
After resisting the reality of my predicament for hours that felt like 'forever', I finally accepted the fact that I was LOST and without outside assistance, I would die afraid and alone. Having been stopped by an impenetrable WALL, I was TRAPPED with no idea how I would exit this hell-hold and find my way home.
Then, I began to pray as I had never prayed before, but God seemed as if nowhere to be found. After much sweat and tears, I began to feel like Daniel must have felt in the lion's den when God showed up.
062320PSCtest, 'Maze - 10 Word Challenge', Dear Heart. 4p
One fine, hot, summer day
My brother Scotty and I, were held back, from play
Angered mother
She sent us, to our room, bothered
In our opinions
It wasn’t the best decision
Immaturely actively singing a song, that was seemingly, very, very wrong
In captivity we, devised an escape plan
To sneak out man!
I mapped a simple route
To the front door, where we’ll scoot
Easy going down, the wooden stairs
Forgetting what was really fair
Together we sneakily, started down
Towards the frustrated, warden zone
Remember the third step, is a little creaky
Now, without regret, sneaky
Quiet
Softly
We
Crept
Mom was cleaning the floors
Tip toe towards, the front screen door
All clear of sisters
(In a whisper)
Easy, does it, Scotty!
Quit laughing!
Then, I slipped and lost my footing
Hitting every step going
A loud noise
Swearing
You can bet
We don’t need those toys!
(You can stop whispering)
Uh, ah, oh!
She had to know
Hearing her drop her cloth
Scotty started up the stairs, intimidated by the boss
To the top
Then gave me a brother spot
She doesn’t play fair
What, the, sweet, summer, grounded over the tears!?
Is going on out here!
Sending an energy, with summonsing fear
I will put my foot, up both of your, mischievous, misbehaving butts!
She took off her, fogged up glasses, and went a little nuts
Someone is getting this smack!
Scotty, get back!
Abort! Abort!
Little bro
For the team, you know
Out the bedroom window!
Don’t forget to, remove the screen
Remember what happened to me
Seen me plunge before, but never made it, one more
She’s now picking up steam!
Scott, you can do it, with ease, just slowly lean
I’ll take the rap
You can count on that
What did I tell you, two!?
Alan!
This, just, won’t do!
Then everything stopped
A Scotty flash and, dropped
Right past the living room window
That a boy!
Brother
Conqueror
She must have seen him, in my eyes
Yelling, she turned to cry
Scott!!
Stop!
You go get your brother!
In one long mutter
Now, she was really, starting to get bothered
She made me go get him or she’d tell father
Then she sent us back, to our bedroom
Doomed
Ok, this, time, we’ll…
GOT AN EMAIL JUST THIS MORNING NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET.
I OPENED IT UP AND READ THE NOTE ADDRESSED TO ME.
I COULDN’T BELIEVE MY EYES, SO I BLINKED THEM ONCE OR TWICE.
AND WONDERED IF THIS COULD REALLY BE.
THEN OLD FORGOTTEN MEMORIES STARTED FLOWING MY WAY.
OF AN OLD FLAME IN JASPER BACK IN MY EARLY DAYS.
YEP, WAS THE SAME GIRL BUT STILL I COULDN’T BELIEVE.
BUT THAT’S WHAT THE NOTE DID SAY.
HER DARK HAIR WAS SHINNING; HER SMILE WAS SWEET AND WARM.
AS WE DANCED AWAY THE HOURS WITH HER IN MY ARMS.
BACK IN THE SIXTIES, A MILLION YEARS AGO.
AND I SAID, “I’LL JUST BE DARN.”
I HAD OFTENED WONDERED WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HER.
WAS SHE HAPPY WAS SHE SAD,
WAS MY MEMORY JUST A BLUR?
IF SHE ONLY KNEW THAT THRU THE YEARS I STILL CARED.
ABOUT THOSE PRECIOUS MEMORIES OF HER.
LIKE THE NIGHT JIM BRYAN RODE US AROUND IN HIS DADS OLD FORD.
AND US IN THE BACK SEAT, NOT THE LEAST BIT BORED.
I CAN’T RECALL IF THE WINDOWS EVER FOGGED UP THAT NIGHT.
IN THE BACKSEAT OF THAT OLD FOUR-DOOR.
I CARVED OUR INITIALS IN ALL THE TREES BACK HOME.
SO I’D SEE THEM EVERYTIME I LEFT THE HOUSE AND STARTED TO ROAM.
THEY WOULD ALWAYS REMIND ME OF THOSE WONDERFUL TIMES.
SO I WROTE THEM ALL DOWN IN THIS POEM.
SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY APART WE DRIFTED IN TIME.
NOBODIES FAULT, NEITHER HERS NOR MINE.
BUT I’LL ALWAYS WONDER WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE.
IF SHE’D CHANGED HER LAST NAME ON THE DOTTED LINE.
WOULD WE HAD MADE IT, OR PARTED WITH WORDS.
HEARTACHE AND SORROW WITH A LOT OF HURTS.
ANYWAY IT DIDN’T HAPPEN, BUT STILL MY MIND WONDERS.
WOULD I HAVE BEEN HER HERO OR JUST ANOTHER JERK?
YES, GOT AN EMAIL EARLY THIS MORNING,
IT WAS ADDRESSED TO ME.
I OPENED IT UP AND IT NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET.
I’VE SEEN A LOT OF THINGS IN THIS LIFETIME OF MINE.
BUT THIS WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR ME.
SO IN CLOSING THIS NOTE OR WHATEVER IT MAY BE.
YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE MEMORY.
YOU WERE THE FIRST LOVE TO EVER GET THAT CLOSE.
TO THE HEART BEATING IN ME.
TIME TAKES ITS TOLL, BUT WE STUGGLE ON OUR WAY.
LIVING OUR LIVES DAY BY DREARY DAY.
BUT ALL YOUR MEMORIES ARE STILL PRECIOUS TO ME.
AND ALWAYS WILL BE IN EVERY WAY.
Form:
I remember you kissed me inside and out
Against he confines of a foreign couch
Drag your finger along my jaw line here
I love you so much. I feel like i'm going to get sick
I look around and see through a haze of lights
The windows of your car are fogged and lusty
Your lips are so soft and sweet and harsh
Lacrosse and football that’s all you talked
I ache! I ache! Lets loose ourselves
We snuck traces of each others skin
While spinning stories about the 49’ers
A campfire around me, I smell smoke.
Baby you wont, burn, oh baby.
You worked at a prison
Dirty little waterfowl, hear that gun pop
Watch the sky turn red
Lingering in the store front openings, smiling in boots
A dimple to close to your illegal mouth
I’m so Cold, I’m so cold
Little tokens, food and gifts
Your skin, your eyes like sweat and dirt
Near you I smell blood and exhaust
I never wanted to tell you I loved you for someone else
Pitter-patter scrapping huff
Touch my lips and tell no one
Hear that pretty baby purr
My best friend liked you so it never happened
I think you had grayish hazel eyes
I thank you for punching the love of my life in the face
Goodnight beautiful, goodnight, goodnight
Watch the sky bloom and burn with lights
Acrid fuming burning smoke
In a bed, in an RV, please don’t make me go in the water
Don’t yell at me! Don’t you sit there and yell at me!
Goodnight Handsome, goodnight, goodnight
I like the way you turn red
Like a sun kissed glory, like a broken bleeding mouth candy
Keep running, keep running, tell we outrun temporary.
Lets fool around in this Christian school
Lets be honest I don’t love you
I never will
You’re a smart boy, wheat colored hair
Glide across that water, I smell smoke and I am burning
You brush my lips and ask what’s wrong.
I cry I cry
I don’t love you
Hollow, hollow empty soul
I call you crying my love eternal
The phone rings, it rings twice
You pick up and you’re all alone
“ I can’t talk because I love you.”
All alone, broken scrambled.
Call me back…
Heaven doesnt let you call collect
Form:
Dog Star
The clarity with which youthful vision perceives the world
Is increasingly fogged by the successive days of life.
Simple magnanimity is replaced by complex reservation.
Knowledge is replaced by uncertainty.
Hope is replaced by the leaden awareness of the cold laws of chance, and of time’s passage,
By the degeneration of familiar forms,
By the merciless reaping of the best in human spirit:
Gazing upon the heavens and the deep stillness of those constant lights,
Searching course of purpose lack; unsettled certainty, brain benumbing.
Castor and Pollux, lucid pilot stars, begin to calm the fever of my blood,
Settling upon me a vision of a mystic green and silver thread that links existence round.
And yet, sadness when sylphs withdraw, and Ariel weeping for Belinda flies,
And Umbriel, a dusky melancholy sprite, as ever sullies the fair face of night...
Down to central earth, the realm of rocky truth.
Repairing to search the gloomy, yet whitely glowing, cave
Where, sharp-witted and dull-eyed, a god,
Ankle deep in sterile and lifeless mud,
Moved in a rhythm perfect to reason.
Yet delicately astray to hope;
Separate from all the golden harmonies
Ordained by the measure of bowel and heart;
Machined cortex, sailing through gaunchious deeps, unimaginable heights,
Built step upon step; Cheops’ pyramid a fly speck by comparison.
Still unknown, unnoticed, the green and silver thread......
Unbend the substantial back, honest god!
Upward cant the neck!
Toil not; drink green and silver wine as the Dog star rules!
(The cricket sounds sweetly from the leaves and the jonquil blows softly.)
Cant the neck! Observe….
Phantasm swimming in space,
Covered all over with visible power and beauty.
Green and silver interlaced, the whole its parts beminifies.
Endemion, Diana, and Pan ooze from mesh of mass and law as limpid condensements on cold granite:
Man’s lonely vigil, a warmth that lifts magic… creates,
Imbedding blue-green strands.
Reason fails; life begins!
hi I'm Baxter Belknap Mandible IV
the Ninth Earl of Burneydick
I'll be heading your inner assault team
would you like the wine list
we have a nice Retaliation 666
somewhere over the rainbow
where every two-bit overheard whisper is an omen
and other vile statistical deceptions
where the big wheel spins like a drawbridge ratchet
but it never stops too many numbers
and the future continues to remain hypothetical
in degrees depending on the reading
an experiment in capitulation and submission
it was the War of the Parasites
but when has it been otherwise
this is a mathematical demonstration
bold as a distillery padlock
that insanity is the flip side
of merely more insanity
that would be Mandible IV driving
his dream hearse down memory lane
smoke from burning bodies
badly needing a wick adjustment
apparently fogged his lens
the horrors of the world are entertainment
weather permitting we'll visit the ruins
and insist upon representation
in the government Pilgrim Travel Advisory
you see the difficulty
serenity having been proven
a monstrous violation of reality
pause
every idea is a unit of measure
another pause
the pixels swirled and another
unholy vision drifted past in the tide
riveted to my screen
and it's trauma etched engrams
picked up on my middle finger antenna
in the last act you find out why
good bad and maybe mostly maybe
just trying to be more numerological
be certain of your conclusions
or call them something else
sure people's faces can be read
most are possessed by a mad hunger
or acts of cosmetic genius
proving it's more than brain chemistry
they told me that self-creation has its dangers
lots of mockery out there in hammer land
but there's no mocking your best efforts
kept them off my back for a while
set free for the propaganda value
and still always curious
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.
It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.
I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
BLACK , white
Black , WHITE
Wh…
Time danced on the cross roads
with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
found the sun shining
illuminating everything
except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
ate up its hands
and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.
Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
Yet,
Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
Perhaps,
WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.
Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill
and fell from the precipice
and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.
I kept stringing up my instrument
as I had only songs to offer
that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.
The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
-filling the air with its uncommon pitch
and my songs kept straying in the corner
looking for fortification.
I dreamt then-
trees stretching themselves upright
trying to peep into heaven:
Deep fragrance of incences rising
where I stood
draped in WHITE
praying with vague distrust.
……..
‘AMEN’
……..
I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
and at the breakfast table
I sat dismayed
as I remembered all.
Under the enchanted curtain of the night, where the stars whisper ancient secrets,
I no longer desire everything, just an ethereal caress,
A stellar thrill and a minor love to soothe my dreams,
Fragile desires woven into the dance of silver shadows.
Now, I stand at the edge of time, waiting once again,
The years unravel like the fabric of an old tapestry,
The radio softly sings the songs of yesteryear,
And the kitchen walls glow in the yellow of a setting sun.
I toss empty bottles to chase away the evening ghosts,
Listening for invisible footsteps that might break the silence,
Hoping that death harbors something gentler
Than this endless waiting, this heavy silence.
At my fogged window, I write stories with my fingers on the steam,
About quiet pains and half-open joys,
In a small universe where dreams float on calm waters,
I no longer seek everything; I stay with these ephemeral fragments.
The moon, a silver queen, weaves her veil of light,
And under her diamond rays, I find my sweet peace,
An immeasurable moment, a suspended magical time,
A brief stillness in the vastness of my unfathomable past.
Others sleep in their sacred silences; only I remain watchful,
In nostalgic waiting, dancing with the shadows of the night,
Begging for a minor love, a stellar caress, and the thrill of desire,
In a small universe subtly vibrating under the canvas of infinity.
In the secret silence, each moment seems to slip slowly by,
The years become thin like silk under the full moon’s light,
I seek consolation in the simple art of waiting, listening to the depths of the night,
Hoping that death carries a lighter burden than this lonely life.
In the magical light of the moon, I embrace these passing moments,
My desires transform into falling stars,
And in the melancholy of life, I feel the enchantment of eternity
Revealing itself subtly, in every whisper of the night, in every dream.
As usual frozen seagulls fly above us every night,
blind I approach our bed in the darkness,
tracing the linear surfaces of the embroidery,
as their long-winged spans shadow the pillow mounds.
The salty residue found on your lips,
Falls off as you ask me the time.
Late, very late, almost too late, sorry,
The journey back was longer than I planned.
The space beside you invites me into its pools.
In a slow shift and quicken foothold,
with exact measure you leave me a gap,
you fit me into your crevasses.
The small of your back is damp and curving,
heat emanates under the wraps of your limbs
your steady breath has sudden flutters.
I sweep into our soft warm nest,
below the folding sheets and the crested mounds,
valleys of our flesh, cotton and blue silk
Twist in the ebb, the back and forth of the tide.
Full of longing I steal a long caress under and up your back,
awoken in my current you harshly pull my hand,
twisting it to the back of the rafter’s edge,
I curve into your rising waves as you turn,
your heat is released into the cold air around us.
The stone walls begin to glisten with our breath,
Beneath us, the ocean becomes disturbed
Unable to swim, we gasp for air and float.
Every limb is occupied with a particular task
In perfect rhythm within our fabric island
we bathe in the hot moisture of the foam.
As the waves start to sing in low steady pitch,
our stretched hands caress the shore over and over
as a poetry of colours explode in my head, and
as you surface, mariner conquered.
I taste the salt in your skin, prying away,
into separate space to catch the last molecule of air.
Full of guilty laughter we gather the tossed garments.
Fogged up the glass, we loose hold on the compass,
sailing past shipwrecks and other lost voyagers,
tucked under the covers again before the heat dissipates,
together on our journey.