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Around the world in the blink of an eye.
Conquering adventure, for a young child to spy.
Kingdoms of gold and many a magical being.
A world of imagination, limited only by one's dreaming.
Twinkling of illustrations, fiddling of the human mind.
The inner workings of a child's dreamworld begin to unwind.
Castles and dragons, conjured along this fantasy's journey.
Master of this realm, engendering a grand tourney.
The mind of a child is more precious than gold.
Vivid imagery, so much power to behold.
No limitations, an endless chaotic swell.
Infinite unfettered aspirations, a child's magical carousel.
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The Symphony
The mountains cried, “Praise to the Lord”!
And the birds and beasts sang His praises.
The firmament rose up to praise His name,
The Infinite;The creator.
The soul of man reached up to his maker.
As all the trees and grasses stood watchful,
Mountains adored him; the mighty and the glorious.
The rain fell as the music to his mighty hymn.
The wind made up the rest of the orchestra;
A symphony to His greatness;All seeing and merciful.
The Planets and the stars testified of His greatness;
And infinity the everlastingness of His love.
The mountains cry; “Praise the Lord”!
The Eternal, the lovely one.
There it is
The old kettle
Whispering on the hearth
In the winter it speaks to me
Of nights out on the moor
And as the wind
It whistles down the chimney
From above
I see the flames
Are whipped upon
Like Jesus carrying the cross
I’ll tell you the story though
I don’t know how it will end
There was a woman I married once
At least I think that’s how we met
She came to me in flowing clothes
As green as the grass she strode
I barely dared to look at her face
As she drew me ever on
And led me to the river
Across a wide meadow
Her presence seemed so odd to me
I began to shiver cold
As I stepped upon the river stones
The water stilled my soul
But then as she took off her linen robe
I began to burn up
I devote this dream to pallid nightfall!
The incredible lady said
And then she turned into a pale white horse
As real as you are there
A grey-white river mare she was
She led me deeper in
Her neck was strong
Her mane was proud
Some kind of wondrous change-ling
I tried to question it all myself
But powerless, up to my knees
I was aware of what was going on
But unable to plead
A woman again she turned to me
And loudly proclaimed
I seemed to have warmed you up, she said
I’d better cool you down
Tell me, am I a huntress?
Am I the one who had the first vision?
Why are we here in this infinite now
Stuck in this wandering prism?
The pouring out of a life
Can be so heartless, so cruel
And that is why I come to you now
To help soften the truth.
I feel like you are at the finish line
of my fifty mile race,
but no matter how fast I run
I cant keep up the pace.
The road seems to get longer
with every step I take,
my engine is running but my foot's on the brake.
You begin fading in the distance
I can hardly see your face
I'm afraid to stop moving,
scared to never feel your embrace.
I'm running out of breath
my legs are getting weak,
when I open my mouth,
no words can I speak.
I'm terrified you'll disappear
and the road will as well,
leaving me with no path to choose
all I am left with is this hell.
Why wont u run towards me
is this another test?
My legs are shaking
my body needs rest.
I must go on,
I must keep moving
I can't let you get away
my love is what I am proving.
If I can just get close enough
maybe I can get you to stay;
even if not forever, at least for another day?
I feel like I'm taking a test with no pencil
eating soup with no spoon
pushing a wagon with no wheels
viewing a night sky with no moon.
You could meet me half way
or acknowledge me with a wave
let me know I'm not wasting my time
give me that last push so i can be brave.
I'm at my breaking point
I can no longer run;
you didn't move a muscle,
but this race you've won.
I knew the moment the whistle blew
it wouldn't be easy getting to you
I knew it would be hard and I would get sore
but I was willing to bear the pain
for the man I adore.
I thought I could make it but
my body is trumping my mind
just incase you saw me coming
I'll leave a trail of my blood for you
so I am easy to find.
Hot the lost lovers rage
Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades
The passions roar as idolized lost sages
Of some immense meaning
In supernatural things
Without rhythms or reasons
Of a fathomless being
Walking destiny’s configured trails
The streaming of consciousness
The breaking deluse, the midnight furor
Of these dreams that spiral
In the palm of his hand
God conspires grander plans
He is robed in the tempest of storms
At his heels Hellborn legions swarm
Liquid steel towers as it rises
I spoke with the lightning as it strikes
as it burns the night
Lighting the blue living white light
Glittering in chroma
Theory of furies mechanical is the beast
Dark winds come from the lost eons east
Turning across the vacant rooms of vast lands
In something now past the seams
It seaks, pondering rage
A love so strong that carries an age
Its spires the engines of hearts carnage
The foundations are wrought
Feel his furies in the aftermath
Cooling in a man’s Crimson bath
Hot with the lost
Pantheons burn
Gilded in chrome rooms
It demands infinite being
Has divinities seen the walking man
Naked and afraid traveling distant lands
A coil of this labyrinthian, parade
Marches to the metronome
Something promenades
In the shadows of methadone
Monolithic in spires shadows
Cast as the time expires
Expiring in the aftermath of yesterdays
As the pantheons burning bright
So to ends this night
Power pelf and prowess that set up realms
Stay but for a contingent while : till overwhelms
The ruling of fate in irony to mock the futility ;
Strides long, and vicious loud laughs of vanity ,
Are lost in the infinite stretch of senile haul ;
Love renown and proud success just dissolve
In the roaring ocean of dismay and chagrin- brawl;
Conquests and coersion which surfeited the ego,
At the slightest win caused the pride to overgrow ,
Are all set to be lost deep down the nadiral low
And the elixir of essential life and existence also
Is mixed up with the harmful venomous potion- flow ;
As the irate , illusive end seems to near and cover,
Things fail and the inevitable destiny closes over.
To drink you in like a spring of light, in the mystery of the night unfolding
Into thousands of silver threads, woven by stars on the sky like a silk canvas.
Your body, a cathedral of desires, beneath my trembling fingers,
Is a map of constellations, where our dreams catch and unite.
Your serene gaze, a crystal lake in which the moon bathes,
Reflects my longing, a wind that soothes and wears love like a crown.
And when your whispers dance like leaves in the deep night breeze,
I lose myself in their echo, like a traveler lost among stars and cliffs.
My hands tremble, seeking you in the darkness that envelops us,
Like birds flying towards a hidden sun, which they yearn for.
My heart is a clock that beats the rhythm of endless love,
And time stops, a painter contemplating his canvas, amazed.
With each kiss, we immerse in an ocean of silences and dreams,
Where the moon, a silver beacon, watches over our love, without warning.
The night is an infinite universe where only we exist,
In a cosmic dance, where our embraces do not unravel or fade.
When morning casts its rays like timid arrows of light,
We remain in our dream world, where love is a song without bars.
With eyes closed, I feel you near, like a scent that does not disperse,
In this eternal moment, where everything dissolves in love, without delay.
Drinking in your soul, I become an alchemist of the endless moment,
Transforming our love into a magic that will never be lost.
Endlessly seeking what once was his,
he rides through the night searching pell-mell,
his destiny unknown and undefined.
His ebony horse speeds on two toes,
lathered, panting, fatigue’s sign tell-tale,
controlled by his hard master’s mind.
Grim tormentors in dogged pursuit,
their prophetic mission sent from Hell;
canines hungrily track as assigned.
Spurring his spirited steed forward,
night moaning with the presaging knell,
he cracks his whip made of human spine.
The massive serpentine sword aloft
he seeks to avenge himself – to quell –
severs his victim’s head from behind.
Alas, not his, his plight continues.
Infinite circle, a casted spell
He must break before bursting his confine.
Ceaseless searching to settle the score,
the Headless Horseman arises once more.
My fountain pen found its way,
onto the internet,
it was a transformative process,
for both ink and blood.
There were thousands before me,
many talking in a strange language,
of signs, signals, and digital squiggles,
a code I had to break.
The nib of my pen broke
its golden crown.
My fingertip's had to study
how to not blunder,
like a bull elephant
into a wide-open frat house.
Slapping words down
onto this new plastic virtuality
I crashed through,
pages of self-deleting paper,
struggling to compute
the mysteries of 'write' and 'send'.
Daily I had to deal with this,
almost psychotic urge
to shove my thoughts onto
a seemingly infinite white wall,
hoping I was not,
just going to splash stuff on it,
only to run away.
I fashioned my dreams,
into colorful balloons,
blowing as much air into them as I could.
Tied their ends with long strings of hope,
and set them fly into the sky.
I watched them soar,
higher and higher into infinite heights,
over shrouds of sleeping fog.
I clapped my hands loud,
in gay abandon.
But when had they eluded my grip?
Some of them had burst,
before they could ascend higher
I wasn’t cautious!
Oh, now I see my balloons,
with the thread of hope
hanging loosely down,
disappearing into the horizon,
like black specks of soot
signaling,
they no more belong to me!
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Feb.5. 2023
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