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I will soon be leaving the land of fantasy
I saw rainbows, little people, pirates,
Indians, dragons and so much more.
Where immortality is living in harmony with
Humanity
In totality
Right off shore.
I will soon be leaving the land of fantasy
Magic and mystery
Looking for an oncore.
Where immortality is living in harmony with
Humanity.
I am looking for another novelty
To explore.
I will soon be leaving the land of fantasy
Which is now written in poetry
To be there forevermore
Where immortality is living in harmony with
Humanity
In versatility
To add to the lore.
I will soon be leaving the land of fantasy
Where immortality is living in harmony with
Humanity.
Isn't it curious how we cling so fast to fantasy
preferring fiction over reality
people more likely to recall the smallest details
of the last few films they saw
or even one from decades ago than to be aware
of all that's actually taking place on this planet
to be traumatized by the death
of a character on the screen
who never drew breath
but not the hundreds of thousands
who truly took their last today
Actors who play an everyday person
in a production based on an actual event
will garner far more attention and accolades
than those they portray who lived it
People like me when we pass away will soon after
be forgotten as if we never existed
living out our lives until that day as if we don’t
while they will be celebrated perhaps for centuries
for we fail to fit into the parameters
of what society deems worthy of notoriety
of that sort of immortality
as we don’t look or sound a certain way
or weren’t fortunate to be born
into the right family with the wealth
to pay the required tolls along the road to success
I’m told I should feel blessed
that I’m not quite as poor as the person
panhandling at the train station down the street
at least I have a roof and four walls around me
and can afford something to eat
An ant merely attempting to avoid being trod on
is all I am, all I’ve ever been, will likely ever be
but I’ll continue to write what the world, what you
will never take the time or care to read
anyway
The following was based on an iconic picture of Mandy Rice-Davies by David Steen. Rice was infamous for being part of the 1963 Profumo political scandal.
The sun sets and so do inhibitions.
Rising even as darkness falls,
Vices murmur in cajoling tone;
Whispering of delights to behold;
Slinking and sliding like satin
Off a debutante's back,
Seemingly innocent,
As she gazes with baby blue wonder
Amidst fine white linen.
Wholly carnal expectations of the night
Play across lips that won't melt butter,
but can steam a man's thoughts,
and wring him dry with a breath.
Softest pink, slightly curved
They draw laser sharp focus
Of fantasies not fully formed.
The pose of an ingenue
Awaiting the brush strokes of Goya
to capture her pearlescence,
Or, perhaps, the lenses of Nemoy and Steen
(Or is it the lips of a lover?)
For a touch of immortality--
An angel from heaven
With a touch of the devil.
She is Temptation
Teasing with her bountiful fruits;
Coveting your visions.
She's every male fancy;
My passion's dark reality--
Captured.
There's a reason the fall of
Darkness is called Eve
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Here is a link to the picture:
http://fp.famousfix.com/p32233192/mandy-rice-davies/p275266
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I’ve no eternity here, all of me
from least to chest, best to edge,
sharpen blade of new paddy leaves
jeopardize my torn nib of ink
in the field of writings graph
Maybe I couldn’t write any word
for beauty and stunning young girl
in comprehension, in passion and
in my fashionable heart
Maybe I couldn’t write charming note
of flower’s petals, striking fragrance,
in my perpetuity lake of quills
Maybe I couldn’t draw the sexy body of
rose, lotus, tulip, sunflower, orchid,
lily, daffodil… etc in my vulnerable
reef of poetic expression
Maybe I couldn’t draw the colors magic
of rainbow in my infatuated fallen
soaked feathers with November rain
Maybe I couldn’t inscribe the nature
the cosmos, the solar system, the ocean,
the black hole, the space, the sky, the stars,
the planets, the galaxies, the meteors, the
gravitational power…etc in my slumbering
wings of writings
Maybe I couldn’t plant the meditational
tree into the pure heart of words, I couldn’t
select the seeds of immortality in my
ascetic madness and magma script
Maybe I couldn’t greet the autonomy flying
of Cockatiels, Parakeets, Canaries, Finches,
African Grey Parrots, Budgerigars, Cockatoos,
Conures, Macaws, Poicephalus…etc in my
unintelligible incarcerated language
Maybe I couldn’t hail the abode for Labrador,
Bulldog, German, Poodle, Beagle… etc and
Maine Coon, Egyptian Mau, American Bobtail,
Ragdoll…etc in my materialistic
harvesting terminology
Maybe I couldn’t sleep with power of poems,
dream to be a finest classic or modern poet
in my kingdom of pen, paper, ink, writing
table-chair and lamp
Notwithstanding all these, I thanks to those
who come here at least one time daily,
erratically and read, write, share own
thoughts and comment frankly
Thanks to you all a lot. Thanks and love you
all. From me always ready the rose without
thorns and love for you all, although you bleed
my heart by thorns stinging
-November 14, 2018 Chattogram
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Eyes that can't see clearly,
Ears that can't hear keenly
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
I hated the moments you called me a boy that's dense...
It just doesn't make sense...
Hence, I think up on other notions...
Fenced in by my own ignorance
Hoping to gulp down solution-potions as soon as possible...don't be discouraged by the delighted demeanor of commotions (don't give up by the mere overload of fitting in, even if it means indulging in short-term satisfaction)
Yeah...let that sink in...
I made a lot of these lines up through thick and thin
I'm not bragging...I'm just relieved to let it all out
At least everyone who reads this know what I'm about...(glad that readers know my character)
Delete the history of sexual immortality that has been detected in my life, oh Lord Most High...
In other words, forgive me of my downfalls that took away my virginity of vitality
Truth hurts honestly...lies are fickle frankly - that, I can't deny or make up a white lie to try to cover it with a useless try
My lightbulbs of ideas are dimming as night unfolds into a brand-new morning...yay, yet another night of insomniac, maniac pleasure beyond measure...
Sorry, I can't help...
B-b-but be stimulated
I whisper and yelp...
From the inside, I am humiliated...jaded...hated...degraded by discouragement that has been anticipated (typical cycle of negativity that people with bipolar go through in some phases)
There's a light in goodbye
There's a twinkle in your eyes
Rumor has it that you've become so shy
There are truths behind the lies
Documents of deception have stimulated my utter humiliation (being misled by conspiracy theories has made me embarrassed)
Abashed to say the least...
These words are just not beast...
Maybe I'm just assuming again as usual
I'm just in need of God's faith fuel
I pray that all suffering ceases from the ones that deserve it
Because...not everyone will absorb this poem internally...they will take it as just-another **** fit
Sorry...I wrote and said so many bad words
I don't belong in the herd of good birds
I feel misunderstood...
My nature and my outlooks in reality is not always of good
“My immortality prolongs alone if it isn’t for this sword
The sword belonging to the unwoken you of the much bloodshed fought
Beyond many lifetime away, I began to understand the cause
Reasons for why I’m to live forever and the Knight of the Word be lost
They were our sins upon defiance to the Heavens of our fate
To purify the uncertainties of love, to relinquish the reasons of hate
I’m nay to ask for love in return from a much-awaited time
Its only The Ancients to ensave must you forever bear in mind
And I return to you, Knight of the Word…this Sword of Sin
To bring the promised peace back to The Ancients through your dreams
I cannot foresee how we shall meet again of a gifted time ahead
Mayhaps we should leave all else to the prophecy of fate
Be there a candle in the water to guide your path
My love for you belongs an eternity to outlast”
Time after time, visions from the night appeared often
Being the chosen one, the Knight of the Goddess of Word
Dreams belong then, my portal into The Ancients
Perhaps those silent days were answers left unheard
I’m no more the man I once knew
I do not remember even, what were dreams
Haunting nights were becomingly harder to deal
Perhaps reality isn’t really more to seem
My journey had already began its phase
I knew because the Sword of Sin was presented to me
An angel’s love upon ancient’s waste
Living in echoes beyond darkness of nightless mystery
…………………………………………………
The Passing of Fear
A mark on the door…
It is so quiet here,
I believe that I can hear a snake,
meandering across the dirt road,
along the backside of the west fence.
Usually he takes his time,
but tonight,
he seems to be…
in a hurry.
“Where are you going slithery one?”
“Where do you think you will be welcome?”
We all need a home.
We all need a place to be.
When the night is darker than thought possible,
and the stars have not come out at all,
bow your head and pray,
there will be a dawn.
The promise of today,
is not the tomorrow…
we dreamed of,
as young and stupid, perhaps foolish children.
Instead it is the one that we deserve,
for doing all that we were told
would hurt us in the end.
Yet, even being warned,
we continued forward…
Ever believing in our own immortality,
rather than the truth of our eternity.
Free, words shared, until the take our right to be FREE away...
Pray for better days my friends. God Bless and be safe.
You are part of the universe
And the universe is part of you,
For the universe is infinite,
And therefore, so are you.
For between you and the universe
There is an unbreakable bond,
For you are crafted from stardust,
From the cosmos and beyond.
For you are part of the mountains,
And you are part of the sea,
You are part of the landscape,
And you are part of a tree,
You are where the dolphins sleep,
And you are where the eagles fly,
You live in the core of the planet,
And you live in the open blue sky.
For you are part of the universe
And the universe is part of you,
For the universe is infinite,
And therefore, so are you ...
"The casket, laden with flowers disappeared as the curtain was slowly drawn.
If not before, now was the time for all those crying to mourn." The poet.
Immortality has always been an impossible dream.
The notion of living forever had lost its gleam.
When illness befell me and I wished for it to end,
Life led me to the soothing words of a friend.
Confusion overwhelmed me, I knew not where to turn.
Life led me to where I realised, I knew I could learn.
Despair and heartache let me see nothing but strife,
I was led to Christ my saviour who brightened my life.
Feelings of comfort and security and being held tight,
Brought love to my being and I knew all was right.
In the wild the young are held tenderly by clenched jaw,
Just one of the reasons a nurturing parent is for.
I have trod this earth for many a worthwhile cause,
With laughter and tears, in the safety of life's clenched jaws.
Its now time for the jaws to release my soul and open wide.
Not the end, this life let me go and I am at my Maker's side.
We are the bark, whose skin is hardened
By our life’s complaints;
Experiencing our separateness,
Together all as saints.
Our triumph is to conquer worlds
That each of us create;
Our failure lies in birth of moments
That we hesitate.
Life will come in ways we cannot see;
Creeping up, bubbling up
In our periphery.
Desire be the Ghost, of Immortality.
Life will crush the breath
Of expectations born;
Blow away the leaves,
From all Septembers, torn.
Snowflakes floating on our prayers,
Angels walk beside you.
A sorrow for the hunger souls may feel.
A myth of Love that turns our liquids solid.
A Moment’s gift from God for Time to steal.
By our things are we created.
No faults except the ones we give ourselves.
A moment, maybe two to pause
Reflect on what to do.
And Time Away!
The air is where it is supposed to be.
Although we take it to ourselves,
Such cost is never free.
The needed cost for life
Are we.