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I am on an edge, a precipice.
One half of me is in Darkness,
The other half of me is in Light.
Which way should I go?
Should I stay in Darkness?
For surely we have spent
A lot of time together.
He is as familiar to me
As an old family friend.
But Darkness is never just
A friend is he? Oh he knows
what is in your heart but
He also plays on that fear.
Should I move to light?
He is new and therefore
He is something to fear.
He brings unknown dangers
And pleasures as well.
A part of me gets excited
About Light as the sweet
Feeling of Anticipation grows.
But Darkness calls to me
Like a Lovers sweet caress.
What shall I ever do?
Can I stay this way forever?
Half in Light and half in Darkness?
Must I choose so now?
On the Precipice I remain..........
Form:
Oh, love, why do we argue when your pious words are fleeting clouds,
I am tired of all your prayers floating unanswered,
and of the dead who refuse to listen, buried in deep forgetfulness,
leave them be, take your step out of the cemetery of shadows,
they are busy with their silent eternity, sculpted in time.
It was always someone’s fault: the thin-lipped preacher,
who never came, leaving only the echo of days gone by,
I hid in the kitchen, under the rag bag like under a veil of forgetfulness,
I refuse to remember the dead, and the dead are bored with our memories.
But you—go ahead, descend back into the cemetery of extinguished dreams,
lie down where you imagine their faces are sculpted in darkness,
speak to your old bad dreams, dance with the ghosts of the past,
while I remain here, a prisoner of the silence that separates and binds us.
Death is at your doorway, the reaper nears, cloaked in darkness,
His essence veiled. He knows your time is close at hand.
How now shall you meet Azrael? He is transported across the mortimer,
The sea of the dead, he has your name upon his list, he draws closer.
Quickly now whilst the choice is still yours, what shall it be? A peaceful sleep as
breath departs undisturbed?
Maybe suicide, the tablets left strewn upon the floor, as the grip of your dead fingers
cling still to the bottle?
Or do you chose fate, Let the book of the dead make the final entry of the last chapter,
that was once your life?
Carry with you the Asphodel, the pale yellow lily, food of the dead, for the banquet is
being prepared for you.
Libitina awaits to collect your corpse, the funeral procession she oversees, the world of
Hades awaits.
So tell me, which death do you chose? For the time is drawing near.
Who knew that the reward of my patience shall be so exquisite
Just like a Trance of spring in winter. A hope in darkness
A fairy entered, lightning up the horizons of my dull life
She taught me how to write so that I could describe her, day and night
All my emotions, thoughts and passions
Recite a tale of her magnificence
My pen write the words which are suppose to be uttered by lips
In an ink filled with love capturing memories of this lovely life
In the alignment of stars, I see her face half hidden behind a transparent veil
At dawn, the birds and the moon sing the orchestra of our beautiful tale
Her smile is what gives strength to this broken heart of mine
She taught me how to be in love so that I perceive everything as bright
Deep in her love, I admire her everyday by considering it as my duty
My phrases are nothing more than a vague attempt to define the glory of her beauty
Just like the keys of a piano, each word enlisting her enchantment on a higher note
There are a myriad poems on her where each line sings a unique song
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds in drunken night
And Her face radiates a glow which would put the moon to shame
It is as if a magician has casted a spell of elegance over her
And her body appears to be the masterpiece of a famous artist
Her voice resonates deep within me
Her loyalty stands by me in my darkest days
Her mere presence is the peace of my heart
She taught me how to be free so that nature could show mercy on me
How my heart desires to never put an end to this love
If I had the power to create a world it would have been of mine and hers
A love story of two souls destined to be together
In my private Universe, I would be Romeo and she my Juliet
Sometimes in life when God's direction you seek,
You need His guidance on some timely action.
When you're praying your understanding He might tweak,
For your purest thoughts seem to get no traction.
You ask, please Lord, give me a sign of some kind,
Then from your hearts depth tears start to flow.
You seem to be groping, in darkness, as if blind,
Needing peace and assurance and your faith to grow.
Sometimes as tears make tracks on your face,
Feeling alone, you might make a decision that's wrong.
You feel the need of a Christian friend's embrace,
Keep Shirlene in your hand Lord where she'll be strong.
Unmerited favour that day
Altered the course of my behaviour
The palace in my heart was restored
The kingdom in my life was reborn
Even though I was torn between two opposing forces.
The outcome of this brutal event
Mirrored the cost of redeeming time
It was a darkness more than night
But in the aftermath, it was a brightness of eternal measure
This unique treasure that was hidden in an earthen vessel
Surfaced at the appointed time!
It propelled me to awake from my passive behaviour
This ambition to love turned into darkness
But in darkness the light of pure love burned with accuracy.
The love that was spawned from agony
Developed from a darkness more than night
It called for a bright light because if it was going to live again
It had to outshine the darkest night
Then only was it a love of divine origin!
This ambition to love turned into darkness
But in darkness the light of pure love burned with accuracy.
you used your charm
one daughter
of satan
in slithering
sins of the flesh
eating into the heart
burning down castles
in black burning
sulphur dragon breath
lusts the demon of love
tearing down foundations
lusting broken in heart
temptation comes
her craving darkness
a joker
chopping axe like
in black words
muttered in biting
upon the softest apple
sweet suffering poison
injected into the core
loveless in the heart
from the darkest
of darkest dungeons
you hail the serpent
of all deceivers
wicked in your ways
to see your face
two faced meddusa
a banshee wails
crying cold
as ice feelings
sends shivers
to the very soul
rattling to the very bones
sinking into a dark
drowning feeling
black velvet abyss
the eyes eating
into the light
clouds falling poisonous
black pain
in agony you smile
thundering roars in hell
the devil's angel
weeping in the valley
among'st the dead
void of good
lightning shines reality
as the black clouds raise
tears from the heavens fall
breaks the chains
heavenly upon the ground
love remains in splashes
black pear droplets
of hurt upon the ground
in despair
a cat o nine tails
lashing
cutting strips
stripping pieces
in the deepest void
wrenching within
its grasp
like the great boa
a serpent of lust
weighs heavy
upon the shoulders
crushing gasps
squeezing the life
of the heart
lust played the field
in a foolish game
destroying heaven's garden
breathing hell
i burdened the cost
cutting the black heart
from out of me
alone colours
burning in the deepest
cast were light
was forsaken
until the sword of truth
flashed in hell
worn down
i saw you lust
the face of nightmares
as the soul weep
the blood
of the innocence
i see the light
the blood boils
spilled in darkness
battled scared
love shines
the mask
uncovered
the demon
you held
within
a black heart
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How dark is our sky without moonlight!
Not even the stars can brighten our smile;
are those imagined dreams worthwhile
to make them stay with us until twilight?
Let's be bold in this beautiful wilderness,
let's not fear the swollen clouds that bring rain;
all we worry is what it will become of us...
if that moon hiding from us won't shine again!
How dark is our sky without moonlight!
It's so strange to be waiting in darkness...
while there's brightness everywhere else;
have we ever thought that life is not perfect happiness?
Taking what it gives is very wise, even though we miss
the lovely moments that should be ours tonight!
Whoever says that patience is more than a virtue
doesn't know how sad is the long wait of lovers
who run from loneliness feeling lost and blue...
never seeing the morning with an eagle that soars!
#This_moment;
Its hard to breath in here, my lungs exhaust to serve my respiratory system, I try hard to reach out to the outer world but this atmosphere chains my abilities to do so, I so wish to break free from this dungeon, my life pumps in pauses, my breath keep skipping, I run in a halt, the wildest hopeless open space, this is worse than death
this is both shocking and scary, the human in me, running loose, a chase in darkness of fear, this is sore, having hands but useless to use, for the pain is everywhere. This moment is traumatizing, emotions scattered and confused inside this tiny body of mine, this is worse, when every part of me feels so crippled
I wanna shout but only gestures of words comes out, I wanna cry but this body keeps capturing my tears, I cry a dry and voiceless cry. The human function, I feel my body failed to perform, the role I was staged to play, now I know not the scene to present it, for this moment has drained every clear vision and clearity, which ones resided in me. This is hell, the feeling of coffined, while there's still a pulse in my veins, the act of evil and heartlessnes, this here, is conscious drifting. Ooh! human of Earth bear me a hand, can heaven certify my breathing permit, so I can lend on its gates. If failure and hopeless resembled this much, then why on Earth I exist
#Poetic_Ink
In the throngs of life, peace resides.
Heed the wisdom of ancestors' stride.
Their hearts spoke truths, words flowed free,
Like rivers wild, their voices be.
Look around, signs abound,
In present lives, lessons are found.
Know them, learn, and teach with care,
Our heritage, our story, our children's share.
Religion's path, a guiding light,
Not a deceit, but a beacon bright.
It shines the way, through life's darkest night,
Illuminating truths, and setting hearts alight.
Many lost, in darkness roam,
Far from national pride's sweet home.
Not your fault, but guides astray,
Leading blind, down a winding way.
Beware the wolf in sheep's disguise,
True leaders forge, with wisdom's eyes.
They guide with heart, and soul so bright,
Lighting the path, through life's plight.
Arrogance may hide a truth profound,
Yet wisdom's path, is peace unbound.
Keep eyes open, hearts awake,
In the crowd's heart, peace you'll make.