Long Mirror Poems
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To the almost lost child in the mirror
Love, Respect, understanding and patience are what a child needs
Anger, Distance, Violence, Emotional neglect is what you might receive
Always remember you will find a way out
Never have doubt in your ability
There are lots of fathers that should never have been
And mothers that won't set you free
One day you will have the power to overcome neglect
Hold on to positive thoughts treat them
With respect, let them blossom
In time you may feel the need to self medicate
This will set your soul to a numbed down state
Abstain,meditate you are not to blame
Look inside and see you are a gift from the universe to the world
You have the power inside to change all adversaries
Be patient in time you will see
Only you can set yourself free
You all have the power to change Anything just let it shine
Winter will end and you will live in spring
Remember you are not alone in a house of abuse
The seeds that are being sown will one day fruit
There is nothing more certain it's absolute
Payment will be made
No child on this earth should live in fear the cycle must be broken
Let loves inner light be awoken.
I swallowed words like razors in the dark,
A thousand cuts across my broken skin,
They told me "silence"—so I hid the spark,
While screaming softly, bleeding deep within.
The mirror lied: it whispered I was whole,
But fractures ran beneath the painted face.
I smiled and nodded, playing the doomed role,
While scars—my silent hymns—betrayed my grace.
They told me love was safe, but it was fire,
A flame that licked and burned my fragile core.
I danced on glass, mistaking wounds for choir,
And sang my pain to walls that asked for more.
Now I refuse the comfort of the lie,
For silence kills, but screaming helps me fly.
Young caring lover of another man,
Serenely take my vacant, sheltered hand,
And with the simple touch you give to him,
I beg you, let me feel your soul within
O Perfect mirror for his fragile heart,
Of which your deepest feelings form a part;
Please, let me glimpse my brittle own in you,
And give to me your flowing life anew
Lone peaceful refuge for his weary mind,
Refuse me not, and let me be entwined
Wherein your comfort calmly soothes away
The aching stresses of another day
Unyielding strength in taxing trials long,
For my ears also, sing your lifting song,
And light my darkened way in troubled times
With memories and promises sublime.
If only for today...
Would you believe?
Not in a deity
Not in someone else
Not in some grand idea
But in yourself
We put faith in what is around us
But little of it finds a home
Within the depths of our soul
But there is one reality
Nothing is realer than you
Nobody ever knows you like you
Your deepest thoughts
Your greatest fears
What you see in the mirror
All uniquely personal
Language is imperfect
And something is lost when spoken
Be good to yourself
Be honest with yourself
Be the one you see in the mirror
Painted beautifully
With all your hopes and dreams
And no
You won't be some grand idea
You won't be someone else
You won't be some deity
For one day...
Would you believe...
In yourself?
MOOD DRINKS FOR ALL
WALKER
The true walker
walks tirelessly:
until the shoes, not the
feet ... beg crying that:
we cannot stand it anymore ...!
WALKING
The true wanderer walks
the four corners of the world
without notice that
time passes ... would it be
even the time itself ...?
RAIN
The rain though liquid,
wet, never becomes wet ...
Even if it rains underneath
of a rain that is not hers ...
MIRROR
The mirror is a precious friend ...
A friend who smiles with me,
cry with me but ...
has a defect:
does not answer questions,
stare at me and falls silent ...!
THE LIE
The lie has no nose,
does not have short legs
but it has a huge
mouth capable of swallowing
its owner, the liar ...!
To become a better human being my philosophy
Spearheaded by my father from when I was young
Who believed in giving back to society.
A Doctor by profession who spent his Sunday in
running a free clinic to heal the sick.
I helped him stick labels and markers on his
mixture bottles and grind the tablets for free.
My perception in life is even though a mere human
being
I can change a few lives, my father taught me
The underprivileged who need
free education and humanity .
Afraid to lag behind in this race
We forget where we are going and what we run
after.
Often not being satisfied at where we are.
I live by my own making and expectations and
never by the expectation of others.
Another line to cross, I have my final goals cut out
When I look in the mirror I should like what I see
And it brings a smile to my face automatically
Another step closer to help underprivileged
children to read and write I would agree.
For education can make them dream
give them wings and set them free.
Dated- 17.11.2020.
In the melancholic hour of introspection, where twilight paints the sky with sadness,
Religious souls often walk, hand in hand with righteousness,
Forsaking the tender embrace of compassion for the cold certainty of being right,
Clinging to a fragile mantle woven from threads of egotism,
As if their faith could ennoble their identity with divine approval.
In the sacred sanctuary of belief, they build altars to their own image,
Domesticated echoes of God's infinite transcendence,
Reduced to comforting whispers that mirror their desires,
Learning of the Divine as children learn of Santa Claus,
Yet allowing those notions to ossify, remaining infantile and unchallenged.
Oh, irony, as we cast aside Santa’s joyful illusions,
Maturing our visions of myth and childhood fantasy,
While our understanding of the Eternal remains in the naivety of youth,
Unprepared to confront the vast, untamed wilderness of divine transcendence.
Here, in the labyrinth of our minds, echoes of childlike perceptions resonate,
Yet the true divine is an unfathomable abyss, a dance of shadows and light,
Beyond the gilded cages of our self-fashioned sanctity,
A whisper in the wind, a flame in the depths of night.
We baptize our egos in holy waters, seeking absolution for our vanities,
Enshrining our beliefs in stone, unwilling to weather the storms
That might erode our crafted idols, revealing the raw, untempered truth,
Which asks not for our righteousness, but for the tenderness of a compassionate heart.
In this silent pilgrimage through the chambers of our soul,
We must unshackle the Divine from our limited grasp,
Allowing the boundless to flow, to mingle with the currents of our existence,
To guide us through the dark waters of humility and grace.
Let us not forget, in our zeal to be right, the gentle call of compassion,
The holy whisper that beckons us beyond ourselves,
To embrace the transient and the eternal, the darkness and the dawn,
For in that sacred embrace, we find the wondrous, ineffable face of true divinity.
Thus, in the quiet of twilight, among the shadows of our beliefs,
We are called to transcend our domesticated notions,
To embark on a journey of deeper understanding,
Where compassion and humility lead us to the heart of the Infinite,
And righteousness melts away in the light of true and boundless love.
If only for today...
Would you believe?
Not in a deity
Not in someone else
Not in some grand idea
But in yourself
We put faith in what is around us
But little of it finds a home
Within the depths of our soul
But there is one reality
Nothing is realer than you
Nobody ever knows you like you
Your deepest thoughts
Your greatest fears
What you see in the mirror
All uniquely personal
Language is imperfect
And something is lost when spoken
Be good to yourself
Be honest with yourself
Be the one you see in the mirror
Painted beautifully
With all your hopes and dreams
And no
You won't be some grand idea
You won't be someone else
You won't be some deity
For one day...
Would you believe...
In yourself?
My hands hold the bars
I’m a good prisoner
Hoping to be let out for good behaviour
Head down
not meeting my jailers eyes
At night when the lights are off
When the moon is in the sky
When men cough and moan in the darkness
I reach through the bars towards the stars
My finger traces that golden orb
My mind explores pin pricks of silver
Traveling light years in mere seconds
no longer held by concrete and steel
When my jailers look at me
They don’t realize that I am a free man
Only my body is held in this place
Where a man’s thoughts travel
there resides his soul
Men are held in many prisons
Expectations
Past traumas
Loveless marriages
Addictions
Regrets
They think
“If I hold onto the bars
keep my head down
Perhaps I’ll get out early for good behaviour?”
All the while not realizing that when they face a mirror
they are looking into their jailer’s eyes.
Dressed in a black suit
In fancy black loafers
In snazzy black dress pants
With a little handkerchief in my coat pocket
With my hair slicked back nice and neat
With my mouth in a wide fake smile
You'll find one thing not pretty and shiny
And that's everything in my head
But they say life is a masquerade
And I'm just part of the parade
They tell me to fall in line
I'm one among a million clones
Every utterance a regurgitation
But look at my suit
And look inside my wallet
That's what makes me a 'man'
But the facade will never reach my eyes
As life tries to suck the soul right out of them
Forgive me for shattering the illusion
But inside I'm crying and slowly dying
But I laugh as I watch the news
I laugh as I hand customers their change
I laugh as it gets just a little too hot
And I laugh when I look in the mirror
Alone I rip off the black suit
I throw the fancy loafers at the wall
I take scissors to the snazzy black dress pants
I wipe away my blood, sweat, and tears with the handkerchief
I ruffle my hair to ruin my slicked back hair
And I slap my mouth to get rid of the fake smile
It's only in complete isolation you'll find something truly pretty and shiny
And that's everything in my head splattered on the mirror