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Under the vault of shadow of unfulfilled love,
The sweet poison becomes the purpose of bitter days,
When the heart, caught in the tender dance of beginnings,
Gradually sinks into the labyrinth of forced intimacy.
A flight that seemed to reach for the heavens, in fact descends into the abyss,
Turning passion into a lost mechanical rhythm,
A dream turned into dark pleasure, insatiable fantasy,
A monster that has torn apart and consumed the fruit of love.
Searching for the primordial state at each crossroads of the soul,
Yet the thrill of the search breaks against the wall of acute compulsion.
With each dose of sweet loss, a new trap is woven,
And the soul, like a vagabond, desperately stretches out for relief.
In the whirlpool of desire, you feel like a fisher of illusions on a tumultuous ocean,
Hoping to catch solace but only grasping waves of fear,
You, slave to the flesh, find yourself chained by your own thirsty flame,
And once more you beseech, for a breath of air, as you sink into it.
You are like a leaf in the wind, the bars weigh heavy, and still the tumultuous passion is your cell,
"Have I become refuse?" you ask, but the longing is in the words, crying out your lost innocence.
The mirror lies to you every day, telling you there are no more stairs to forgiveness,
But inside you know you are more, you are the dream, the hope, not the shadow of your weary past.
Once more, a soul lost in its fractured loves,
On the path to find itself, it prays, it struggles; it contends mightily.
The addiction you carry is heavy, the hours whip with impatience,
And you cry to the world, "Help!" fighting against the inscrutable dusk.
In this labyrinth, you will find at one end, someday, the gate to your true self,
A path towards the inner light where your mind’s youth never ceased to beat,
Do not resign to be the prisoner of an endless maze,
For self-reconciliation, rise and shout, and beseech the heavens to hear you and to give you solace.
Loneliness is now foreign, as self-destructive vest I once wore
Oblivious of monstrous foes as friends, I opened my doors
Summer, Fall, winter, Spring; pizzazz I knew was vaporized
To see me; who knew me, tears would well within your eyes.
Lost my sight, my sprite, my family who helped fueled my might
On bull dagger highways, byways, and beat down buildings, I lost rights
Somebody ought to tell somebody, please don't ever venture there
To think your world has come to an end, meant no roots to declare, but
Love does bloom in warmth; silence! stillness, such priceless gems
Overhead skylight oozes rain song that'll soothe your soul, and then...
Song becomes prayer sans shame; you'd weep, hoping to stay alive
They said I arrived looking lost; then soon became cute butterfly.
Lost in midnight dreams, with me in clothing I had already burned
Only waking redressed me from haunting, to new haven I was in
Someone ought to tell somebody, do seek and venture therein
Today I am lost; stepping through multiple mirrors of no harm.
Love will find you when you're lost; its sensors' deep in our heart
Out and about, I'll forever stay lost in endless maze of gratitude
Sunshine and rain, fire and ice, I'll lose myself to warm pool of recovery
Take away my pen, my sheets of white, my glasses; I'd lose me to recovery.
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Outlandish plots that make no sense
when comes the light of day.
Fun tales, creations of a tired mind’s enlivened play.
That’s what dreams are made of.
Visits from a mere acquaintance
or from an old flame.
Kisses from a somebody who doesn’t have a name.
That’s what dreams are made of.
Wandering your childhood streets
or lost inside a maze;
feeling silly, overwhelmed, scared or even crazed.
That’s what dreams are made of.
Doing things fantastical
like flying in the sky;
feeling bliss or feeling magic, knowing you can’t die!
That’s what dreams are made of.
If you’re lucky, you’ll relive
the times you wish could last. . .
like seeing good old friends or loved ones who already passed,
and that’s what dreams are made of.
for Skat's Any Old Poem Will Do #3 Poetry Contest
Written: April 12, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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. . .In the silent expanse of lunar dust
a momento rests
shards of progress
glint like stars
yet shadows loom large
ancient moral laws carved
in earthly stone, echo in my mind
between creation beauty
and doom gaping maw, we stand
innovative wonders cast long
ominous veils
squat pen in my hand trembles
with the weight of history
nuclear specters haunt our dreams
with power to create or raze cities
lush sunsets blush over fields
where gooseberries ripen and burn
squelch and slap of soggy peat underfoot
memories scratch at my soul
curt slices with living roots trigger my fears
i’ve no spade to follow men like them
between finger and thumb, the pen digs deep
to unearth truths hidden beneath scabious concepts
that stifle healing
cyanotype dreams, scrape scabs, and show secrets
scratches never heal and leave lasting scars
scuffed, scraped hands seek fullness but find fluff
in the maze of restless longing
fear is abysmal to the intrepid soul
an odyssey daring, unbridled by kismet
such is the heart that refuses to fade
a pledge to triumph amid pain
it feels marvellous to grasp you're admired
I'll pave the path not yet paved
and lay it out my own way
reflecting how thoughts behave
as I journey this maze of life each day.
Survival will not suffice after my foundation does arise
to serve to steady nerves that surface
as I surge head first in a search to succeed
and I first second and third a thirst to not desert my needs
however bad the hurt at its worst degree
knowing these strong words have no worth to me
if strong words are all these words can be.
Should I fake movement and act out actions like actors
for image improvement when actually being active factors
and fronting while being inactive will only suck me backwards
and no luck alive will retract me back nor will words.
Cus these inspiring sounds I write don't sight activity
but do unearth reserves of fight and positivity,
preserved in my core as though separate to this reality,
spares, but once stirred appear to emerge and merge
with a fresh vitality refreshing this purged willed personality
now bravely portraying the ways of a renegade
though still a lemon and not yet lemonade
fizzing with not afraid
in this littered beaten bitter escapade
of ignorance and cluelessness verse on how to deliver
a path I wish to pave.
Strong willed with the aim of a numpty
impersonating Humpty Dumpty
while just now one thought runs free....
I want a path I cannot pave....
Have I found the Trump in me?
A heartfelt tribute to Ukraine and its people,
and all other nations and their citizens, for patriotically defending
their motherland against tyranny and cruelty.
A Wish For Peace To Appease
It will be light soon, yet an upheaval devastates to extremes
Time sadly blanket bleakness on landscapes and of the living
Finding serenity missing, tears upon cheeks flow into ravines
A pledge corroded without a word, no whisper, nor a warning
Rippling wave of human despair triggered by war heightened
Fear inundated with rage the gleam of the sun cannot soothe
Battered fragments of hope palpable in the eye of the pained
In essence, dejection needing real salvation, remain resolute
Casualties in armed conflicts derails even the most tenacious
The innocence of youth deprived of innate maternal embrace
Ambiguity is a lingering reality to those in the midst of chaos
While peace seems elusive, a unifying force unveils the maze
To patriots needing to depose autocrat invading their country
Crafting silver bullets aimed at vile men flaunting supremacy
My heartened spirit stands alongside and honor their bravery
They will undeniably reclaim freedom with dignity, in victory!
10/10/2022
1:24 P.M.
Aboard cruise liner:
"Rhapsody of the Seas"
Athens, Greece
When you felt yourself get close
You slammed your door shut
You didn't wanna take that chance - 'cause you thought you'd get cut
What I had done up until that point seemed never to be enough
You said I seemed like I was always in my head
Even though you're an introvert, you said
Years of talking, interacting, & confiding in you
But you say I had no reason to always continue to stay true
You said I didn't have a good enough reason to wanna stay
But before I met you, I had reasons to masquerade
I'll always have my downer days - like you've had, too
But even before I met you, I still continued to talk to you
You used to tell me we got along better when it was in a chat box
But if that's true, how did my heart almost unlock for you?
In all of my life I've never, ever been in love with a soul
'Cause everyone I've tried to let in, has brutally taken a toll
Not to mention that anybody could acquire my heart's key
Just no one can open that lock 'cause nobody knows where it's at but me
Until you - I still haven't let anybody else see
I'm like a labyrinth, a hazy maze
You can walk forever & ever & still not go anywhere near it
The souls with strategy, the will, the want, & the curiosity
Are the souls I'll consider finding me & the one I'll fall in love with freely
But so far that hasn't quite happened yet
But you've been the closest to my heart that anyone has attempted to get
And for that attempt you hold first place to the heart everyone else has forgotten...
I have searched for the missing consequence,
the sensing part of the whole and anonymous.
In the female laughter and sensuous chances,
in blaspheme called aloud for answers.
Traveled many temples and rang some tiny bells,
bathed in the Ganges in vain excels.
Disappointed by the yogi and his ideal,
values of dust under my feet reveal the deal.
All books and searching heaven indeed,
Your merry compassion soul console in need.
Finding you as hidden pearl of purpose reason,
magic glance and attuning season.
Hearing your softest whisper through my mental maze,
shell of my heart and your graceful dwelling place.
Let me grow quietly in your garden of life and be the part,
that makes the flower integrate the blossoming heart.
The enfoldment in time becomes virtue exalted,
integrated spirits strength highly vaulted.
V.1: Please come back to me
One day you’ll see that I’m desperately trying to see our
destiny
Our destiny is to a part of His crew…and we had no clue…
I’m trying to borrow a new frame of mind
Without a dash of shame…without a dash of shame
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
I’ve been lost in the bewilderment of my maze-like mind
Someday, you’ll stay here with me…I pray…I pray that day
would come someday
Somehow, you’ll see me through the pain…dismiss the
ghosts of the past…
*Chorus*
Oohh I knew you would come back
Oooh I knew you would come back to me…
Sometimes, I wonder if you love me or if you just pretend to
love me so
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
There’s days when I feel positive when you’re around, but I
have to-to go…
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
Someday, you’ll stay here with me…I pray…I pray that day
would come someday
Somehow, you’ll see me through the pain…dismiss the
ghosts of the past…
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
Someday, you’ll sit here and say what you wanted to say to
me – there’s no need to feel dismay
Some say “you must pay the price one way or another”, but I
say take your time and let your happiness never last
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
I’m no longer that magazine, alone on the magazine rack
V.2: What is it like to be truly free?
I believe I’ve done things I shouldn’t have done, but it’s
done and over with
For you’re a beloved story – in other words,
My dream of reality – you are not a ridiculous myth
O brilliant son of the desert,
You rose through the maze of your House
With precision sharper than a blade.
The future trembles beneath your feet—
But power, untempered by wisdom,
Is a fire that devours its bearer.
Do not chase the glory of empires too fast.
Rome was not built in one day—
And neither shall a just Arabia.
You cannot serve two masters:
The West with its silver tongue,
And your people, whose eyes still hunger.
Choose neutrality not as weakness,
But as strategy.
Your true legacy lies not in gold towers,
But in lifting the soul of your nation.
Forsake not your brother, Iran.
To unite the Crescent is to raise a new dawn.
The blood of Gaza weeps through the sand,
And every drop asks:
"Where is our brother?"
Sunni, Shia, Sufi—one people,
Divided by politics, not by God.
To unite them is to write your name beside kings,
To divide them is to sow your own ruin.
Beware the advisors with smiles from Tel Aviv
And tongues sharpened in Washington.
They do not dream for you—
They only use your night to hide their shadow.
The Middle East can rise again,
But only if you learn this truth:
Real power is not feared,
It is trusted.