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Days after the surgery I was not myself.
A millennium of stuttering expeditions
through metallically gleaming brain-tunnels
illuminated by a flickering
sixteen millimeter movie camera
shuttered my wandering soul.
The hospital was empty
except for one pretty nurse, and a few
demented ghosts---their exposed bottoms
gawking like beluga whales
from the cracks of ice-white gowns.
I walked the bare corridors on spindly legs
borrowed from an old horny man.
Those legs kept me chasing the pretty nurse
even though I knew the surgeon
had successfully removed my libido
and fed it to the hospital cat.
I found her as I drifted through
the intestinal coils of a prone delirium.
She stood before a brick incinerator
its iron door gaping wide.
The oven fumed, fed it seemed
by the desires of spectral dreamers.
The nurse undressed
throwing her uniform into the fire.
Blowing me a kiss
she jumped silently into the flames.
‘I must be out of my mind’ I thought.
The person who was not myself
turned, seeking a bed
where tubes dripped a steady flow
of surreal cravings.
That night I strapped a laptop to my eyes;
then tucking my tail between my legs
I wrote a love letter to the hospital cat.
In every conversation, like a murmur of my wandering soul,
I utter your name, like an incantation that binds me to the past.
In every prayer, your name rises,
A golden thread piercing the darkened sky.
My name intertwines with yours,
Like two comets meeting on secret orbits,
This is the dream I carry in my heart.
In a world immersed in shadows of memories,
You are the pale light guiding my steps,
A trembling flame I follow through the night.
I drifted through days like a leaf carried by cold winds,
Until I met your gaze, my love.
Encountering you revealed to me what it means to live,
And since then, you are the reason my soul breathes.
No joy, however vibrant,
Compares to the moments shared with you.
Your presence is like a sun rising over a field of poppies;
Without your warmth, I would wither in the shadow of loneliness.
I carry your sorrows as precious burdens,
And embrace your joys as my own.
Ask anything of me—my entire being belongs to you,
An unconditional gift, like a river flowing to an endless ocean.
Words are but pale shadows of my love,
But look into my eyes, and you'll see a universe
Born from my melancholic love for you.
From your strength to your weaknesses,
I love you in your entirety, without reservation.
This love will not be eroded by the passage of time,
But will grow like an oak under the infinite sky, forever.
In the labyrinth of dreams, where words are sculpted from silence,
I often wonder why I don't dare to speak my truth.
How could it be so hard to let the heart flow,
When day by day I play with sounds, with rhymes, with metaphors?
Would it be enough for these words to reach her, to bloom?
I already know I will lose, that I will lose that silent battle,
Which demands her as a prize for my wandering soul.
And in losing, I will crush the last shred of hope,
That fragile glimmer, that false light I hold tightly,
Just so I can keep going, not to stop.
A frail reason for this soul to remain captive
In a tired body, until that moment arrives.
An old song rises from the depths, like an echo of desire,
And I let myself be carried by the flow of thoughts, by waves of melancholy,
Trying to understand why words cannot tip the balance,
Why silence is sometimes heavier than any burden of words.
In this world of shadows and hopes as fragile as butterfly wings,
I seek my balance on the thin thread of unfulfilled desire,
And in every moment, I hope to find the courage to say everything,
To let the heart speak, to sing, to love.
In the deep silence of the night, when the sky unfolds its mantle,
I drift, dreamlike, among constellations of thoughts that embrace the moon,
A solitary soul, like a forgotten temple beneath falling stars,
Waiting for you, the eternal traveler, to be its light and solace.
In the labyrinth of shadows, where the timpani of time silence solemnly,
Seek your path among ancient echoes, in search of meaning,
Like a subterranean river of memories flowing through my soul,
And my silences become incantations that call for your presence.
Under the sky full of mysteries, where galaxies are born and die,
I, a mere atom of the universe, write my destiny in the sand,
Repeating like a sacred ritual the desire to be whole,
In a world fragmented by illusions and unfulfilled dreams.
Far away, in the cosmic depths where spirits meet,
My wandering soul whispers your name like a prayer,
Waiting for you to come, to fill my void with light and song,
Until then, my windows weep the longing for an eternal embrace.
Someday, on the sky of our destiny, the stars will align,
And in that moment of eternity, we will become a unified whole,
Our souls merging into a symphony of light,
And the silence will sing our love as a cosmic anthem.
Dear Poetry, you are the
celestial architecture of my
enduring solace,
A monumental sanctuary
constructed from the
fragments of the fleeting years,
An otherworldly, linguistic
medicine navigating through
existential chaos,
Distilling the turbulence of
human emotion intro
immortalized, crystalline tears.
When the tempestuous
currents of time threatened to
submerge my fragile
consciousness,
Your intricate, multisyllabic
tapestries became my
impenetrable, luminous shield;
You offered an exquisite,
lexiconic refuge from the
mundane world's relentless
harshness,
Where the hidden,
subterranean landscapes of the
human heart were beautifully
revealed.
Through the shifting epochs of
my youth and the sobering
dawn of maturity,
You remained the unchanging
metaphysical compass guiding
my wandering soul;
A profound, metaphorical mirror
reflecting my deepest anxieties
and secret purity,
Synthesizing the broken,
disparate elements of my
identity to make me entirely
whole.
You are the evocative alchemy
that transmutes ordinary sorrow
into golden wisdom,
An expansive, linguistic universe
where syllables dance in
breathtaking symmetry;
Within the majestic borders of
your infinite, rhythmically
pulsing kingdom,
Every quiet heartbeat is granted
a magnificent, timeless dignity.
You did not merely document
the passage of my earthly
journey,
You illuminated the profound,
invisible geometry of my
internal evolution;
An unyielding, artistic
companion through the
labyrinth of life's unending
tourney,
Providing an elegant,
philosophical resolution to
every emotional revolution.
So I offer this grand,
polysyllabic homage to your
everlasting, artistic grace,
For you have been the vital
oxygen fueling the fires of my
creative survival;
An eternal, transcendent
monument that neither time nor
decay can ever erase,
The ultimate, sacred
architecture of the human
spirit's triumphant revival.
In the whirlwind of time when leaves weave their copper cloak over my wandering soul,
I let myself be carried by the wild dance of the forest whispering the tale of a rusted season,
While my hair becomes a nest for autumn dreams falling in an infinite rhythm,
And I run through the carpet of gold and purple, with a soul polished and refined by joy.
With cheeks scratched by the harsh kisses of leaves departing branches in a dance,
I transform into a spirit of the forest, proclaiming freedom in an ecstatic balance,
While the wind steals my words and scatters them through the dense autumn air,
And I become one with every whisper of nature telling its story in a final dance.
Beneath the sky's arches shedding tears of light through the aging foliage,
I run barefoot through time flowing like molten, undefined amber,
As my laughter intertwines with the rustling leaves in an endless incantation,
And my soul dances with autumn's shadows in an ancient, inherited ritual.
Oh, autumn, queen of melancholy with golden lips kissing the sleeping earth,
Adorning the world with jewelry of leaves and pouring into my soul an unquenchable longing,
As I run through your cathedrals of trees, overwhelmed by a spirit of joy,
Until I myself become a leaf carried by the wind, in a never-ending dance...
Contest:hymn of the heart
Date of submission:July,18,2926
Prompt:A violin verse between venom and Venus
A VIOLIN VERSE BETWEEN VENOM AND VENUS
Outside the library when sun froze in the arm of winter claws
I saw my morning star the brightest pearl in winter’s dark sea
Venus Goddess spread her wings in my darkest hour
and sprinkled hope rain to grow love seeds in my wandering soul
You came like spring after frost
a honeyed sunrise melting ice from my chest
Your eyes were oceans holding constellations
and my joy bloomed a garden set free
My heart burned sweet as amber fire
and my pulse was a Tchaikovsky violin concerto dancing in the rain
When you held my hand Caprice No 24 sang inside my ribs
and every step we took was a flower valley under our feet
For a moment grief forgot my name
For a moment sorrow was a door I closed
Your kiss on my forehead was sunlight on a wilted stem
love made me weightless made me whole
But beauty is fragile glass
One day the venom came cold silent a Taipan in the dark
A devil’s shadow stole you from me
and shattered the glass in front of my eyes
A violin verse between venom and Venus
that is where my music broke
Joy became ash Laughter turned to rain
My heart once a lantern turned purple with grief
and my soul wandered mapless in the snow
Still I sing
Not for what I lost
but for the hymn love left behind
a melody that bleeds and still somehow breathes
Oh dear bowl of elastic fluid,
Complaining about spoon,
Wanting hands be stretch;
To eating henceforth
Cum natural bids,
Pleasure seeks...
I have no hand in tears of saint,
Who knew not of your fearless complaint...
Let alone could guess the need,
For worries cum anxiety, choices mislead
To settle out of fears that bleed...
Help me, I am disturbed
Though not lonely perturbed,
For I have you always Lord.
Let me not be too forward...
As I wander in confusing accord¡
With pleasure seeker not curbed.
Before prompter makes me look stupid,
While wandering around HOW SOON...
Of when this confused sketch
Will give direction far north,
To what south outbids...
Of reckless weeks.
I have no plan for news to hear,
How sweet people rejoice for such tier,
By maturity nor age, be promoted
Except of value and readiness, be devoted...
With or without boost, be denoted.
Help me, my wandering soul
Carefully confused of expectancy,
What ought be glad for, if whole
But a mere prank to daring potency
To drag assurance off doubtful bowl
Not glad of spoon's stake but hands decency.
Here we are,
Over there, You watch
Us to dare...
Silent this or botch,
To redeem scar
Of a wounded scotch.
How so broken a start!
Could damage plans ahead...
Or drift living yet be known apart,
Turning a white mind into heart-like-red
Just to stay put what Your will impart
Rather than choose to be smart instead.
How joyfully sad is this
Mouth can't speak of, a news
Or gladly take care of, to abuse,
What mama can't ease.
O SU MI O!
Written: October 23, 2023
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In an expanse full of vibrant marvels, I roam.
A restless poet soul, aiming for a spot to call home.
Amid storms and destiny's unremitting draw.
I sustain to propel upward, my spirit strong flaw.
Stand shoulder close by with the towering trees.
I still sway, in sequence states of sublime sleaze.
Having both a zesty sanity and a nexus soul.
I am a lover of tales and contemporary tole.
At a wooden desk, wrapped with trepidation.
I reveal the enigmas unveiled in my orientation.
Salvaged from time, akin to riches of the past.
I dabble with words, trying to craft a story to last.
In frostbitten palms, emotions nestling deep,
I decry solace in the icy promises they keep.
Quenched by the whispers of wind and icy breath,
I let my thoughts wander, defying death.
Inside my mind, a world unfolds,
Where stories are told and destinies are bold.
With each word written, a new chapter unfurls
As the wanderer's tale takes flight and twirls.
Through wooden limbs and ancient lore,
I paint a canvas of emotions galore.
From the storms of passion to the calm of peace,
Every word I write, every line I release,
Carries the essence of my wandering soul,
A tapestry of longing, of life's intricate toll.
For in the words I weave, my spirit finds release,
And the wanderer's tale finds its eternal peace.
PT 1
Endless nights
And desperate days
Nothing seems to break
This depressing haze
Of a life once cherished
But now broken to hell
I can’t seem to escape from
This imprisoning cell
Lifeless and spent
Are my nerves and my will
I don’t even know
If I’m able to feel
Desolate and bare
My emotions are dead
Nothing inside
But this impending dread
Please give me a sign
Or a glimpse of your face
To at least let me know
I still have a place
Or offer me your hand
And I’ll use all my might
To grasp it in mine
And hold to it tight
Renew my torn heart
And my wandering soul
Fill it with life
And a reason to grow old
I’ll trust in your kindness
And praise I will give
For giving me just
One reason to live
PT 2
My sanity’s back
I can see clear again
Not wanting to return
To that place I had been
It all was a lie
A fake and a sham
It made me forget
All who I am
I rejoice in my freedom
And sing life’s sweet song
For finding my way back
To the place I belong
You showed me the meaning
Of what life was meant for
You gave me my wings
So again I may soar
So straight to them I will fly
For inside I have won
In realizing the reason
Was two not just one,
It was the love and the need
Of my two beloved sons