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Black Winter
She hid behind veil
The coldness
Her companion
The umbrella her armor
I died
Years before
Her last kiss
In heaven I adore
I shed tears
At my widows pain
In paradise
I go insanely insane
Black widows
Weep in the dark
Dead spies
No one finds, eaten by sharks
Shifting winds
Freezing rains
Snow drops reliving
The survivor’s pain
As she walks down her rue of memories
Umbrella shielding her tormented face
Embracing the coldness, embracing lost fate
Teardrops wipe the history from her case
We never existed us two
When I died under enemy plans
My lover had to flee her fathers land
No one is safe at Palestinian hands
Hatred buried so deep
Hamas bloody knifes never sleep
Child and foe, kill them for the goal
My lover is dead, Arabic beauties lost soul
Israel is the Promised Land
woke at midnight,
As the clock struck right at two.
I felt the darkness of my room turn crimson red,
As dreadful thoughts grew heavy in my head.
I felt a shiver run down my spine,
And my blood turn cold as ice.
I felt ghosts lingering in the dark,
And my body go limp far too fast.
I felt myself losing control,
Even in my sleep.
I thought it was a dream,
But that eerie sound was far too deep.
And I found myself losing a game
I thought I had never lost.
As a shadow came far too close,
I felt my breath hitch in my throat.
Was all this fate,
Or a mystery begging to be solved?
Then I felt a ghost welcome itself into my room.
I got up, expecting only darkness,
But found...
A lingering mark.
In far away desolate moor of the Scottish Highland,
I was driving fast on the road around the wetland.
The car got stuck in sticky mud, I couldn’t take it out,
I was in for trouble in the wilderness, I had no doubt.
But luckily I spotted a Victorian manor not very far,
before the nightfall I could hurriedly walk up there.
Its door I knocked, an old man let me in a room stale
that greeted me with smoke of dim lantern to inhale.
His curled lips quivered, faintly said, ”you’re hungry”,
and disappeared in the dark, closed the door swiftly,
didn’t return, I decided to explore, saw a streak of light
in a room where I found him stone still, sitting upright.
He clasped close a human skeleton with stretched arms,
said, “this is old, you’ll give me a new one with charms”.
Cold sweat rolled down my spine, shivering in the core,
I ran out of the haunted house through the back door.
They say the hardest shells hide the softest centers,
That diamonds form under pressure,
That the most beautiful songs are written in the dark.
I believe them.
I have seen mountains crumble into valleys
And valleys rise to touch the sky.
I have watched oceans retreat from shorelines
Only to come crashing back with renewed purpose.
Listen—
There is a thunderstorm inside my chest
Where lightning strikes illuminate
All the parts of me I try to hide.
The thunder is my heartbeat growing louder,
Demanding to be heard.
I am learning to stop apologizing for my earthquakes.
Some days I am a whisper,
A barely-there breath against the universe.
Other days I am a scream,
Tearing through silence like fabric.
Both versions of me deserve space.
Both versions of me are true.
When they told me to shrink,
I expanded.
When they told me to be quiet,
I found my voice echoed off canyon walls,
Traveled across oceans,
Planted seeds in distant soils.
We are all breaking open—
Cocoons tearing,
Roots pushing through concrete.
Nothing grows without splitting apart first.
So let your seams show.
Let your voice crack.
Let your hands tremble.
There is strength in the breaking.
There is power in the piecing back together.
I am not whole.
I am not broken.
I am becoming.
So breathe.
Break open.
Begin again.
And you—
Standing there with your collection of scars,
Your constellation of doubts,
Your river of fears—
You are becoming too.
We are unfinished symphonies,
Paintings still wet with possibility,
Stories adding chapters with every breath.
So breathe.
Break open.
Begin again.
Pages turn thin, thin as the plot thickens
Thinning knowledge as ignorance quickens
Spines crack from hunger, hunger for minds
Cracking under pressure of different kinds
Books starve for attention, attention spans wane
Starving for readers in this digital rain
Covers collect dust, the dust of neglect
Collecting cobwebs, respect they collect
Words go stale, stale on forgotten shelves
Staling wisdom as society delves
Into shallow feeds, feeding on quick bites
Feeding frenzy of memes and soundbites
Chapters close, close before they open
Closing doors to worlds unspoken
Stories wither, wither on the vine
Withering away, leaving no sign
Libraries fast, fast from funding feast
Fasting resources as budgets decrease
Volumes shrink, shrink from public view
Shrinking access to both old and new
Bindings loosen, loosen their hold
Loosening grip on tales untold
Leaves fall, fall from tomes of yore
Falling silent, voices we ignore
Ink fades, fades like memories lost
Fading faster at literacy's cost
Margins narrow, narrow like our scope
Narrowing pathways of reason and hope
Bookmarks slip, slip from neglected pages
Slipping away, the wisdom of ages
Fonts grow small, small in our esteem
Smaller still as we lose the dream
Endings hunger, hunger for new readers
Hungering for minds to be thought leaders
Bibliophiles crave, crave the written word
Craving stories waiting to be heard
So let's feed these books, feed them our time
Feeding our souls with rhythm and rhyme
For books may go hungry, hungry for touch
But starved of books, we lose so much
Digest these words, words ripe with meaning
Digesting slowly, our minds reconvening
With pages that yearn, yearn to impart
Yearning to nourish both mind and heart
Let's feast on books, feast like they're our last
Feasting on futures, presents, and pasts
For in this banquet of bound delights
We satiate our appetite for heights
So don't let books starve, starve in the dark
Starving for chances to leave their mark
Feed your mind, mind the feeding call
Minding that books nourish us all
My soul wanders in the dark alley within me,
plunges in the abyss of discontent.
The unsatiated life, unframed and uncertain,
casts a formless shadow of ambiguity on the being,
that flares up as anguish in the carnival of darkness,
burning my essence to ashes of bleak nothingness.
In the gloom of the dismal opaque night,
across the murky landscape of the formidable fate,
I need to take the ordained last journey committed,
for I have promises waiting to be kept,
but I lose the tortuous track travelling the illusive time
in the tormenting gloom of the labyrinth.
The holy fire of spirit is then ignited within me
to incinerate the spreading wings of the deluding ego,
glows the realigned elements of the dormant force,
shows me the path away from the illusive self-worth,
and flashes in the mindscape the sagacious sense,
not to be induced by the imprudent impermanence.
At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moments,
shaping the perspective of introspection,
and shining in the inner resplendent heavenly light,
I see the blazing sunrise in the dawn of revelation.
The rays of hope radiating from the hued horizon,
illumines the dark recess of the morose mind.
The consciousness in the fold of timeless inner solitude
kindles the concealed candle of the almighty,
that burns with the radiance of the eternal fire,
suffusing me with the glow of sublime bliss,
I carry within me beyond the shadow of strife as I travel
on the promised path to the lighted sanctum of divinity.
_________________
February 26, 2023
Contest : Which Fire Is Eternal
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
The sun demands the waking world look back,
But silver doors slide open in the dark;
An uncracked stone, a vessel kept intact,
Reveals a void where hidden planets arc.
From salted depths, the ancient spirits rise,
A bridge of silver scales across the blue,
While silent strangers watch from foreign skies,
And cosmic chaos turns to order true.
Upon the sand I stand without alarm,
A quiet anchor in the shifting night,
Enfolded in a grand, celestial charm,
To watch the hidden world ascend to light:
We are not lonely keepers of the stone;
The myths are real, and we are not alone.
Candide Diderot. '26
visions and thoughts from a lucid dream - 11/08/26...
While you were sleeping , I was awake
Watching you sleep.
Your deep even breathing,
Your perfect snoring,
The rise and fall of your chest
Making the hairs on it come alive.
While you were sleeping
I was watching
Watching the play of the veins
In your throat,
Your silken eyelashes
Curl on your cheeks.
Watching you sigh and frown
And suddenly smile,
The smile which brightens up
The dark silent night.
While you were sleeping
I was watching
Watching you grope in the dark
For me and finding me there
You go back in the world of dreams.
Looking at you sleeping
Gave me the contentment and security
I close my eyes and
Put my arms around you,
Ready for the journey
Journey to the dreamland,
Safe and sound with my loved one.
OF THE NEW FLESH
A returned to open channels
Open to the unknown the beyond
Burning humming like angry hornets
Bottled in electric light and shadows
The whispers come through the void
Humming in the open channel
Of an ancient television set
Like a cryptic monolith, alive
The noise to signals, burning voices
Scream and chant arcane rights
That pushes n pulls the soul of things
Never dreamt of before, unseen
There in the dark the halogen arc light, bright
Blares its pure hot hollow holy light
Laying before me was a stark image of chrome
Of gears springs and electric circuitry.
Gracing suicidal insight
wickedly sharp blade
Mad for flesh and bone,
blood baptize in its righteous
fury for the masses to cut the cancer, away
Of the new flesh
this covenant of mechanical arts
And malice
A calculus of angels and insane
The insane idle smiles hide the dark shame
covered in a thin facade of normalcy
They hide lies that drip from those smiles
The hate so deep it blinds the eyes of tranquility
The secret lives of the damned
Burn, blares the new blade of silver
Bone n gears; the product of death
As the mechanical heart reimagined
ruminates and redefines
In heaven hollow facade
Silence of the holy realm
The static of Valhallas Halls
Sits a cathode ray tube
Full of angry hornets, fiery angels…
Humming into the sacred night
a blade flickers in delicate light
Dancing into shadows
from burning sacraments
A holocaustic humanity
Mad for flesh and bone
Baptize in blood
Born of righteous fury for the masses
To cut away the cancer
voices whisper
scream
call and demand:
“Long live the new flesh!”
The heavens rupture in a scream of gold,
As Michael’s legions face the dark of old.
Once Lucifer, the brightest morning star,
Now leads the renegade brigade of war.
The Light-Bringer ignites a cosmic flame,
To strike the throne from which his glory came.
Then Satan strikes, the adversary grim,
With million-winged horrors following him.
Great cherubim with burning, spinning wheels
Crash into mountains as the galaxy reels.
The Prince of Darkness swings a blade of night,
To slice the feathers of the sons of light.
Beneath the thunder of the holy shield,
Destructive Abaddon divides the field.
Apollyon unleashes plagues of fire,
To turn the silver towers to a pyre.
While Gabriel’s silver trumpet sounds the charge,
Against the shadow growing fierce and large.
Old Beelzebub, the bitter Lord of Flies,
Pits swarm against the lightning of the skies.
And worthless Belial, with lawless spears,
Pierces the music of the celestial spheres.
The ancient Dragon thrashes in the cloud,
Wrapping the sun inside a bloody shroud.
The Prince of Lies morphs into holy forms,
To trick the angels mid-assault in storms.
But righteous blades of judgment cut him through,
Exposing the decay beneath the view.
The Tempter twists, but steel of truth prevails,
Against the heavy armor of his scales.
Cruel Mephistopheles seeks out the weak,
Where wounded seraphs can no longer speak.
Yet the supreme Evil One is forced to yield,
As holy lightning sweeps across the field.
Cast down, the rebel host begins to drown,
Leaving the scorched and broken heavenly crown.
Epilogue: The Aftermath
The smoking skies fall silent, cold and gray,
As ash and broken feathers drift away.
The scarred horizons heal with quiet grace,
But shadows now infect the cosmic space.
Deep in the dark, the fallen nurse their scars,
Plotting vengeance underneath the stars.