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In the realm where stars lay down a carpet of dreams,
A kiss becomes a temple, crowned with silent whispers,
And the moon, guardian in the night, lights up her secrets,
Pouring silver over our garden, eternal and fragrant.
In the dance of destiny, lips meet,
Silent chapters written across a starry sky, in endless presence,
A gateway to the world where time finds no foothold,
Where souls speak without words, in their cosmic play.
Beneath the mantle of twilight, with wandering shadows,
Destiny is interwoven in the magic thread of the mystic divine,
Two hearts beat as one, in silence they melt away,
In a kiss, myths are born from the ephemeral moment and the inscrutable hour.
On the path that leads to infinity,
Through a kiss, worlds are bound, in immortal truths,
It is the veil that separates reality from dreams,
The key to the kingdom where love shines undefeated.
The kiss - an echo between earth and sky,
A celestial metaphor, where longing becomes eternal,
When two souls meet, when two worlds collide,
Magic is born, a star appears in the eyes, a tear of emotion.
Under the full moon, melancholy blooms,
Glorifying the kiss, the spark that unites us, the path that guides us,
In the silence that pulses in the depths of the undaunted thought,
Hope spreads its wings, broken by the long yearning for afar.
A gesture of reverence, a kiss turned into prayer,
To the distant horizons, where love becomes flight, an abduction
From the harsh reality, a journey into dream,
A kiss, that promise, rests in the heart that beats poetically.
In a moment suspended between the silent beats of time and infinity,
The miracle of love settled like a mist, almost untouchable, yet so tangible,
It was better than any dream drawn on the sky of a starless night,
It was like a precious object you could lift, gaze at, and keep in memory,
We found ourselves on the moon, dancing on its cold and mysterious surface,
Embracing the unknown, we laughed with free and carefree souls,
It was the garden of Eden, yet also the endless abyss of hidden thoughts,
An immeasurable place, deep and luminous, high and near the edge of reason,
Where our laughter was a mad song in the face of eternity,
I remember when your eyes shouted love with a force that shook the sky,
Now, the walls of silence slowly retreat, murmuring lost memories,
We remain prisoners of the moment that dissolved in the passage of time,
But deep in my heart, your laughter still echoes like a sweet refrain.
have you ever considered
why we are what we are
the elements of Stardust
consider the electron of eons
That light from afar, drifting
have you ever considered
just what we aren’t
born in the depths of stars
the elements of dust
Primal and ordained
from Suns that draft afar
around alien earths
to infinity n domain
Blasphemy of divinity
in the voice of finite and infernal
Have you ever wondered where we are from
And where we are going
damnation transcends bliss
to go where no mortal soul roams
in eons greatest rein of what was
And will be from the
elements of Stardust
Have you ever considered
why we are what we are
where we are going
what sin have we spun
what we have become, where we begin
are we flotsam and jetsom in the end
Or
Are we ash-blown in the star's wind?
This time not at the cross of Cavalry,
But at Armageddon battlefield.
The earth will hear trumpets blow,
And thunder roars.
They will see the sky open and is adorned
With a majestic seven-color rainbow.
At the battlefield an obnoxious enemy awaits,
Demons, Ai’s, and humans in their millions with
Their beast, antichrist king, and satan.
On a white horse, our Savior will ride in.
With an infinity of angels and saints behind Him.
They will hear the trumpets louder,
And the tremble of the earth under their feet,
As all the angels and saints with their King,
Come marching in.
The space will be too small as we take our stand,
From heaven above unto the battleground.
And then a great silence will fall,
After Jesus speaks.
Satan and his two minions will be taken into captivity.
Thrown into the deep abyss, and the rest,
The birds of prey will have a feast.
Heaven with all the angels and saints will rejoice.
Because victory belongs to Jesus.
He is the darling of us all, our King, Savior, and Emanuel.
As the curtain
falls to pool,
a silent reverie
falls to ground
Amputated in
thralls hold,
the bereft
wandered
in Netherlands,
subsisting
on remembered be-fores,
spotlights and sweat-ed
applause
‘Break a leg’
is what they say
but diminished spirits
from crushing critics
ever smashing
to review,
all hope,
dashed
and newspapers
flutter on fences,
cruel proclamations
and opinions
now today’s
garbage,
remembering
ones discontent
Ringing from cords
while lungs grasp for air,
and in the rapture
of feeling
is the glamour,
of one string
feathering to vibrate,
all dimensions
of time
In claps of applause
are leads of rapture,
now connected,
the universes
symphony
starts transmitting
Black curtains
in time,
opened to infinity
and applause
reverberated,
in One
kettle
drum
here I go again
dipping into
my well of inspiration
and coming up
empty
how long has it been?
seems like
time has stopped,
stuck at 12 'o clock
stumped
this well
that I'm talking about
only has fumes
suffocating, then floating away to
nothingness
I stare blankly
and let my mind wander
but all I see are roadblocks
don't know where to start
helpless
so I dip again
into that well
of abysmal nothingness
hopeful that I might scoop up
something...anything
the bucket slips
plunges into that oblivion,
lost to infinity it seems
so I walk away, sighing
then I hear a "clink!"
the faintest of clinks
that would have ever existed
but I heard it
that well all along has always been
empty
***Sept. 14, 2010
WINTERS HOUSE
Black, bare in despair
alone to nowhere
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten
a house full of itself and memories
Dark and Bright in a place out of time
Out of sight, silent and rare.
Haunted with this and that
winter covers
its eves,
only bones of rats
Broken dolls, toys after a wars drone
Sits and fights the aftermath
Coldwind drifts
Downy flakes of winter cover its lawn
A frozen frosting in white
Something floats
aloft adrift in a sea
of purity infinity,
its shingles are a miss
The wind is brisk
Something shutters sits still
Here in the middle of nowhere
In silence of graves
only Ravens rave of wars
Past victories won
Birth barely begun
lives lived out fast
And only the winters last
A winters house full of nothing and everything
Of fragments of memory,
furniture tattered, worn
Bits of cloth, torn
on drafts born cold wind scorns
Dishes cracked crazy in filigree
Photographs faded at last
Ferment of history
A winters House
I wish you would live forever?
No one in this world can ever
replace your kindness you give me.
Your smile makes me laugh so free.
Tomorrow if I cry, you would hold me tight
If I were ill, you would care for me till I was right
Oh my dear mother how I love your gentleness
You give such a joy of strength and tenderness.
I dream you could stay with me for infinity
my words can never express my sincerity
you are my best friend forever this night
the heavenly stars will shine ever bright.
Oh my mother ever so remarkable
that is why my world remains durable
the angels can never take you away
I pray that you will live long ever days.
GOD LOVES HIS UNIVERSE
the sky ends no where but with in HIS desire
human science fails and remains there bare
probably in thousand capacities
slightest is caught up till now
Open sky by showing its nudity
teaches the infinity all the time
being the biggest one of all and everything
says itself as nothing one
it speaks without words
being within the grace of GOD
many says themselves as they are GOD
what to say and what to feel about them
nothing but absolute frauds
blessing is finest pure than grace
FLAME OF ASCENSION
No-one can escape Flame of Ascension
a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
genteel progress on a path
It nightmares numskulls and nuns alike
coffins cords, corners chains conniving
Thumb tips touch those of Serapis Bey
tippling white Flames in quantum space
as he passes with poignant eyes
“Where must sparks sagely sail now
Great Chohan of Central Sun ?”
“To those with neptunium nerves
those who have mastered their minds
who stare over lambert lagoons
lbis eyed
those who will not hasten to
taste Tophet flesh, toxined tongues
or squirm to struggle stormy seas
who live on one orange a day
from oozing boxes to city sites
Let Ascension Flame sparks fly fivefold
to those who chore by candlelight
in basements cold
gather guinea-fowl feathers in damp
dawn to create wise woman wands
to those who forgive an impoverished
rapist in a fitful farm hut
fathoming his fishtail hands
Let Ascension Flame sparks sail to those
who embrace Polar Bear spirit
stirring soup for a repentant soul
covering it with furs
flasking it’s folly !”
No-one can flee Flame of Ascension
someday it fleeces all spectroscopically
pay with sweat of your sweat
palsy, petty or posh
breath upon baptising breath
no strut or scintillating stumble
skin to self-assuming skin
spectacular sundew sing
Flame of Ascension extracts due fuchsia
fragrance from filament files
harp harmonies heightened to
a hastened hypnosis from an inexplicable
white heart field
Come
Let Flame of Ascension flower
fiddling fingers into interlinking
intercurrents of Infinity’s intimacy !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song