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Whether we are talking about the myriads of weather conditions,
or a seemingly sudden explosion of crime driven people,
or some unbelievable revelation of a pastor or politician gone bad; the
chances of such happenings unfolding without prior 'fuel for the fire'
are simply unfeasible. Intelligent Design plus Time and Space; And then!
Certain conditions are required before there can be rain. Then, it pours!
A high temperature has to be reached before the water in the pot can boil.
Then, it steams! Newborns are conceived, and the formation of them proceeds
months prior behind the scene. Then come joy and gladness! Not from nowhere, and never to oblivion, but with plan and purpose. And then!!!
04112017 cj PS Contest, And Then, John Lawless
As taut breezes whip on a chilled evening,
I find her standing upright---relentless firm
murmuring vexedly which drain all exchanges
beyond amity. My warm glances try to uncover
how the pain of disorder all began :
Yet how unbending, even obstinate her will,
all those grates of words so stern that I and kin
endure the torment of our lacerated feelings:
O dear sister, it is hard to reconcile
your two opposing worlds--
the quarrel of your manic storms at its peak
while tangy air twirls outside the garden
like a hearth's need for clarity…we keep
our tones hushed and wait, wait until
a clear energy releases this implacable mind
from blinding yet another evening of reality:
Twilight draws near…she slips into oblivion,
peaceful, not knowing this part
of her masked entity holds her enslaved..again.
7/20/2019
John Hamilton’s Intransigence Contest
In love, the other is important, in lust you are important.... Osho
Glossy red lips sensual in lustful desire
radiating within, a fire of wanton pleasure
eyes meet, in subtle spark of excitement
captured too close, find a buried treasure
Love smiles for no reason, intimate thoughts
in sussurus gaze, drift to delirious oblivion
a bunch of white lilies, all throbbing with life
candle flickering forever, in a night obsidian
Glistening skin, pulsating fantasy of touch
adrenaline impatient, Isn't that getting late?
Lust says, I am wild thrill , vulnerable in trust
Love says, "For spring, my flowers can wait".
Dated 5th July, 2020
Sponsor D.W. Rodgers
Contest Name Love or Lust
It’s nearly two as the Reaper’s clock begins to strike.
A thundering clap shakes the trembling ground,
as death knolls beckon me into this thick, hazy night.
Coming to a clearing, I see ceremonial tables
carved with the darkest of symbols.
Jewel-encrusted cups—flowing freely with blood and whiskey—are placed amongst bones,
whilst monstrous funeral pyres loom over the uninvited.
Shadows flicker off the glint of boiling streams;
souls, trapped between conflicting realms,
bewitched by dancing with death, can’t quite grasp that it all has to come to an end.
A cacophony rises from the corpse choir,
growing louder and louder until my ears burst,
with blood pouring down my confused cheeks.
But why am I here?
I have no memory of crossing over;
I have not forsaken life—I swear my heart still beats beneath my breast.
Or does it?
I take my shaky hand and place it upon my chest,
whilst the dance with death amplifies around me.
Dizziness takes over; I can’t focus.
“Get a grip—breathe, feel for the heartbeat.”
There is nothing—just silence beneath my fingers.
Recollections come in and out of focus.
He came to me, after all the times I cried for him,
whispering sweet promises into my ear:
“No more pain, no more fear, just white noise.”
Plunge the knife in and take my hand,
dance the eternal dance.
Reality comes back into view;
my hands, now covered in sticky hemoglobin,
reach for a reaching palm as I sway endlessly
in complete, everlasting oblivion.
Child of the stars, my voice carries you through the cosmic darkness,
We speak of sparkling children, burned by the golden light of ambitions,
Childhoods scattered among book pages, too wise, too bright,
Stars of the neighborhood, shining like gods among mortals,
They make you feel divinity flowing through your veins like a river of light,
But tell me, do you remember how gods fall from their golden sky,
How they grow into angels with shattered halos, with ancient melancholies carved in their bones,
Echoes of philosophy and empathy, with crushed hearts and broken homes,
With the desire to fly far away, toward horizons untouched by time,
You understand, don't you,
When I tell you I hate the pyramid's peak, the altar of childhood sacrifices,
Child of the stars, do you hear my call from the depths of heaven?
Perfect grades adorn my grave with medals and certificates,
Like ghosts of subjects I didn't enjoy,
Knowledge maimed by the boundaries of grades,
Curiosity suffocated by cramped pages,
A curse so brilliant, a golden mistake,
Do you hear me now?
Do you understand why my wings tremble at the sight of mountain peaks,
Do you remember the loneliness from the heights of heaven?
Our deepest fear is to fall,
To transform into memories carried by the wind of oblivion,
In a world that wanted us as gods, but left us as lost angels.
I.
Wave the white flags
Hold on!
Wave them not until we strike the tents of the arch opponent
Bent crooked like hell to cave in the rights of pent up souls, rent
Who can fix them but one heaven sent?
Blessed and crucified, dead and resurrected
And all to fulfill the will of the father of light;
That all men should repent
II.
Sleeping temples dreaming of oblivion
You're never too tender to pull down altars
Never too dead to be raised
Shut the mouth of hell at night and keep the devils abased
Hold them off until dawn,
When it's Michael wrestling with Persian princes drawn
By stricken flags, they'll lie in wait and hope in deception
They'll dance in vain as long as your prayers go on
III.
Let us brave the rush hours
In stout frames
Climb through to the mountain tops where love's stricken flags still tower
Let us project Christ, the prince of peace
Onto crushed hopes and prisoners of chaotic desires
All bane and sired by evil, destined for wild fire
Let us spread out in our numbers and walk by faith
We'll never get burned so long as we remain one with the spirit
IV.
Watered through a month of Sundays
I cannot help but bless he that brought me the glaze
Even for eternity, I'd pray for him to stay
Salvage the moments when I watch the lavenders in freshness
And receive what the Word says in graced tunes
While the canary melodies rhyme with her flutters of colored jewels
Each flapping note softening tones
until she sleeps well
I'll mine eternal treasures to be stored up in Zion
Sell the chords fashioned by your hearts behind flags
All stricken by the hands of bond men with no tags
Bring on the pain
For I have seen my misspent ways
Bring own the Rain
So I can let it wash me away
Bring on the insane
So As I can commune with
the righteous in their last days
Bring on the night
I can hide some of the shame,
count the scars in my soul
Watch me Fight
For the inalienable right
I will defy the laws of Man
To die on these immaculate white sands
Of heaven shores, I wander to and fro, I play
Something please take that pain
Fill me with the Righteous Rain
Scatter the insane
Burn the fire so bright the night
will seem like a day
I sit here with all these wires
I site here in this self-made agony
There's a fire in my vines
I see the Perpetual spires
At its Zenith
Of Valhalla’s Cloudy Mount
I want to go there to dance to
an angel's clear cleaning rain.
But, someone always is calling.
Calling me back time and time again
Once filled by the seed that kills
All
In
Darkness
Sinks
My mortal coil
So Bring on the pain
For I have seen my misspent tedious ways
So Bring own the Rain
So I can let it wash me fully away
So Bring on the insane
So As I can commune with
the righteous in their last days
So Bring on the Light
I can not hide in shame,
burn the scars in my mind
So you can Watch me Fight
For my inalienable right to die
a Darkness as it covers me
in its a silken, soothing, silent touch
Lay me in its gentle arms of that old oak tree
Let the breezes cool me, rush over my tired Soul
Let me swim in tranquil seas…
I ask you to Bring the Fight
I will find a new day
I see you will Bring the Rain
I will find a new day I will wash away the pain
Please, Bring the Light
So As I can travel the halls of Valhalla
To my father’s home
I see the door
Let me ride the wheel
of OBLIVION forever more!
We shall return one day, to the golden age of silences,
Where we once dreamt, and time has woven legends in waiting.
We will pass through memories where the violin broke its voice,
As a sweet-blue wound, haunting the lost echoes.
We will return like rivers to the sea of clouds that steals our voice,
Under trembling chords in the prolonged twilight of nostalgia.
There we will find ourselves, where our souls remained petrified,
Weaving old longings into the silence's majestic and sad choir.
That day I will walk paths erased by memories that ache,
Strangers nearby will not see us among the unknown shadows.
We will add to the present and future, our past's discrete thread,
In a dance of destiny, rewritten between the yellowed pages.
Like a smoke lost in the wind, carrying news of an era that faded,
We will intertwine the old with the new, in a waltz of shadows and lights.
In our chests, we will carry the memory of yesterdays and the promise of tomorrows,
As the source travels restlessly, bringing us the song of wanderings.
We will sneak back with our loves into a changed world,
Singing in silence, with old verses, from soul to soul.
From afar we will return, with our ancient spirit,
Among dreams and wounds, hidden in hearts beating under the curse of oblivion.
We will return in tears and caresses, in harsh pain,
In a world that will love and bleed, as yesterday, an eternal wait.
We shall rise again one day, finding the root of time,
With our stories in soul, to write one final poem.
We are all children of the moon, restless, wandering in primordial light,
Oscillating in pure light that carries us beyond time, like a lost dream,
We come from an undefined nowhere, without a destination on the maps of the universe,
We just shimmer, without reason, without purpose, in the silent dance of snow stars,
This is our beauty, our grace that embraces the unknown,
We never truly know who we are and we do not care to find out,
We succumb to oblivion, floating in an ocean of nothingness and void,
Without finding any reason to exist, lost in unanswered questions,
We do not know what anything means, but we never care about this truth,
For as we are, we shine like the eternal diamonds of infinity,
In a cosmos that embraces us and soothes us with its profound mystery,
We lose ourselves in the flow of time, in a silent poetry of ephemeral existence.
In a land where the shadows of fear dance on endless walls,
Justice has melted away like a dream scattered by the cold night wind,
Abductions slip through the dense fog like uninvited phantoms,
Citizens torn from their peace for words that burn like flames,
Are taken to hidden places where pain becomes a silent, bitter song,
Torture merges with silence, trying to extinguish living voices,
But the cries of the oppressed soar like birds to the high heavens.
Our hearts break under the weight of the darkness that has enveloped us,
But we cannot let despair swallow us into its boundless depths,
We must rise like a sea of flames, to defend our freedom,
To surround ourselves with brave hearts that shine like stars in the sky,
To allow no one to overshadow the determination burning in our chests,
To not let the system bind us with chains of silence and oblivion,
We must rise with courage and compassion, like an eternal song.