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Misstep Paradise
by Odin Roark
Like the ocean’s waves repeating themselves,
mistakes love to revisit their beginnings,
gloat about their undertow power,
and patiently prepare the next towering breaker.
As if squawking gulls lining the landfall weren’t enough,
joining the prattle is the wind’s ever-repeatable,
“I told you so” oratory.
With ebb and tide behind them,
anxious errors reach progress once alive,
now but mazes of mischance,
ghost towns replete with obligatory tumbleweeds
scurrying past longevity’s sentinels of roaches and rodents
forever faithful to new arrivals.
Even as stored images of ethereal struggle
stay ensconced in supernatural satellites,
reality’s citadel of dust-caked walls and web-laced doorways
display shattered daguerreotypes,
torn photographs,
corrupted digital projections,
3D wanderings,
and holographic ghosts
of perfection’s folly,
holding fast to historical hubris,
mastery’s habitual bungling of headway.
At one end of actuality’s ghost town,
a dangling speaker bellows forth its ceaseless maxim:
“Misstep Paradise is all that matters,
as living life void of errors is to exist
without learning the monstrous reason for it all.”
Welcome to your personal shadow zone,
mind’s inner kingdom of fortuity,
where infinity’s turn-around sign of truth,
remains your chance to finally learn…
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Cat: An incomparable companion that smoothes the bumpy road.
She looked at me with somber eyes
enchanting with her wily guise.
Hesitant love became her stance
as she wondered at her sole chance
by blinking lovely golden eyes.
Living life with abuse and lies
never knowing what love implies
cautiously observing askance,
she looked at me.
Asking only for warm allies
and love that her bearing belies
hopeful that this is no mischance
and she may enrich and enhance
my cheerless life with loving ties
she looked at me.
H ow do memories retain the brilliancy of star’s vanes?
A nother time another place, would memories have such grace?
P erhaps, it’s simply distance, that works this mystery this mischance.
P oor substitute for touch this distance metaphoric rush.
Y oungsters apple cheeked blush, Gran’s lovingly shush.
N otice only the brightest twinkle in a baby eye or a mother’s guise.
E very fused image stays crisp and lovely for all days.
W orry need not intrude on the sentinels of solitude.
Y our heart’s delight will outshine any simple test of time.
E ndlessly remaining new, bright, young and warm.
A rriving at the end of even nights most darkened morn.
R oaring with star fire and flame ‘till all who’ve lived….live again.
The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench.
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.
Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.
Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.
Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape.
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.
This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.
A man and woman on either side of a fence
For long strangers, once met by sheer chance
A spark of love was lit in an instance
Its flame was fanned through many a glance
And eventually got blazed into a hot romance
Until it was steadied through an alliance
Days and months flowed smooth in passionate romance
As man and wife they decided to live in perfect compliance
They often felt their minds go upbeat in a dance
Life breathed out a rare and sweet fragrance
And their faces always gleamed in bright radiance
They flitted like butterflies across life’s expanse
Over calm waters, they glided like a pair of swans
Around their future, they braided umpteen plans
There was always a spark of glitter in their glance
Never once they suspected any mischance
After a year, their love was tested through penance
Days slouched on without any parlance,
Until their life was couched in dumb silence.
In secret, they nursed many a grievance,
And saw each other with a vengeance.
This often took a turn of violence
From this bondage, they longed for riddance
And through a divorce, finally sought a deliverance!
( to be continued)
Sept.23.2022
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I sat at the bottom of your
heavenly stair case,
looking at your face that
makes me abase.
Terror and fear runs down
my spine,
making it seems as if our
relationship may be twine.
My feet trembles at the
hearing of your name,
and my soul has been
sunken deep down in
shame.
Every cell in my body have
been swimming in sin,
making me to lose a
linchpin.
My soul has been cast
down to the last,
for every sinful deed i did in
the past.
If only i can go back in
time,
i will gladly erase every
done wrongs and crimes.
Because right now my soul
feel lost,
and am determined to get
it at all cost.
If only i can get one more
chance,
i will atone for all my
mischance.
Right now my whole life
has been torn apart,
and am been left with a
broken heart.
Every day i falls down on
my kneels,
and cry for the pains that i
right now feels.
Each day i keep asking
myself inside,
what i was thinking when i
left your side.
I keep streching to hold
back your loving hands,
because right now i
drowing in sin like am in a
quicksand.
I keep hoping to have you
back in my mind,
for you are the best
treasure anyone can ever
find.
I plea for the forgiveness of
all my sins,
and a chance for my soul to
be pristine.
I have choosen to walk
back in your holy path,
in order for me not to face
your wrath.
You have been so good to
me irrespective of my
iniquity,
erasing my evil deed with
your divine immunity.
I have choosen to love you
above everything that ever
existed,
and to follow you till death
even when am been
taunted.
For i finally realised that
you are the way, the truth
and the life,
whosoever that ever have
you will surely have
everlasting life.
I hope to see you smiling at
me in heaven,
for thats all what i have
been craven.
Because right now am
curious and eager,
to be with you in paradise
forever.
I'm too nervous to resurface,
it's not that I'm worthless
or don't want to work for this,
my motive sits motionless.
Can I bring it to your attention
I need an intervention
to save me from selfish behavior,
a salvation of circumstances
serving me chances to be my own saviour,
challenging this circling hell that prances
unnerving me a certain future
of out of service hope and mischance
where I can't sense my humour.
I'm not stood with hands out
looking for handouts,
I just need that first time wind up
to get the engine ticking
and give reserves corrupt
and vigorous in control of my mind a good kicking.
It's as though I'm not the one that drives
this life I ride,
it's as though I'm not one with any drive,
a life without pride,
but I believe I can once again strive
if I find my stride,
I will breathe and bleed myself alive,
I might be lost but I've not died.
FOR A MOMENT
Your cry isn’t loud enough for the world to hear
So wipe your tears.
Even your so called ‘friends and companions’ are turning deaf ears
Wipe your tears and look up to the hills, from there comes your help
Tears come from sorrow’s hole
Tears will continue to flow until you control your whole
Dilute your sorrow’s hole with joy,
And effervescence of smile will frizzle your tears
Don’t pamper that hurt inside, lest, it will linger
Letting go of is the best panacea
Embrace life’s vicissitude, and make peace with your past
Until there’s no tomorrow, fortunes are in life’s queue
For as mischance exists in life’s cast,
So is great chance.
Life can deny you of breakfast, but that breakfast may not be worth comparing with your brunch.
As you crunch, your life realizes that you can wait for tomorrow’s breakfast even if it denies you supper.
Sometimes, life makes you feel Charlie,
Especially when life gives you a malignant glare,
At a moment when you are in a state of ‘devil-may-care’
You are compelled to say cheerio to the world
Because life is using a brusque tone
But when you chance upon successes, you bury that decision
That’s life
Don’t escalate that hurt or pain when life confronts you
It’s just a fortune recess
Embolden your spirit and wait for the resume of success.
#sanguine, sangfroid, pertinacious#..That’s what you ought be……
Chill confines a diary of absence
as September keyholes a papered wall.
A smirk tears a face--escapee silence
--styles wall with nothingness, dead ends AWOL.
A bottle of spent wealth parlays about ...
tangled weaves justify the performance.
Pebble leather worships darkly, blacks-out
a ghosted pundit building blocks, mischance.
Cold fashions the well, tilt pour sands reserves.
Alas, pitched secrets facades of falsehood,
its prisoner scopes round a war of words,
sheathed arrogance knells myPhone, knock on wood.
Crinkled gone days lay ... flattery goes on.
Scrawled lines drown, looming voice curts; "My Dear John".
Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting on a fence
I will take you places you've never been
I'll tell you lies and make you believe in sin again.
I will make you comfortable
And then you shall fall ill
A demons day in madness kissed - still
Danger is my poison, Danger is my pill
Taunting you, haunting you
Daring you to take that terrifying step
Take a chance, hold your breath
If no one's looking - spin the wheel - make the deal
Mistress Death will tell you - kill to win - heh he heh
You guessed it Dangerous.
Riskiness and distress are best friends - a hot mess
With endangerment, there is entanglement
Both factors are a possible part of the experience
Mordacity, depravity, and the unsavory
All of these odious and delicious - found in the essence of Danger
Dubious unrest, a fear fest test, a chaotic crest
A mischance of a tense whisper portrayed as a treasonous event
Hellbound or heaven-sent
Just remember - it's me Danger
And I am Dangerous
And you fearless - Your soul yearns for me....