Long Pathways Poems
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Listening sounds hearing
seemingly knowing the difference
whispering the voices of righteousness
time lapsing in discernment
the will to live on
a survival mode is present
lessons learned abroad
gasping on the path
trees blowing and you're knowing
taken over by surprises
lasting life of intuitions
power to strive everlastings
hidden sounds and waves of laughter
passionate deeply loved
deeply into a wire
heated flames with burning fire
a precious memoir along the way
skies and deepest valleys
tired, admired
endless amongst the scenes
a present with a ring
intuitions speaking loudly
the end results were gone
relaxing on the beach
the teachings, the lessons
crossfire in the mix
a song to sing
journeys, the valleys, hidden pathways
the intuition speaks
life lives on.
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A beauty from Redding,
alone on a hillside,
where dreams play viola
and wishes agree
Hair spun of moonbeams.
as eyes tend to wander.
while sharing the shade
of a sycamore tree
Gathering daisies.
with petals for pulling.
near shadows now painting
designs on the ground
Following seasons.
in soft subtle colors.
past butterfly whispers
of barely a sound
Endlessly dancing.
like dandelion seedlings.
that tumble and twirl
on the gentlest breeze
Barefoot and smiling.
she wanders the valley.
along lonely pathways
with hope if you please
Watch from a distance.
with silhouettes clinging.
to yesterday’s sorrows
now left on a shelf
Don’t bother calling,
she finds fading echoes.
are nothing but trouble
in spite of herself
For, she’s an illusion,
your imagination,
now conjured inside of
the heart in your chest
Memories carried,
alone on a hillside,
while time disappears
on this fantasy quest
Life sits there waiting,
it’s losing its patience
as you find your reasons
are more than you see
In search of a beauty,
who comes down from Redding,
where dreams play viola
and wishes agree
I have no idea what you are facing in this segment of life
You are like a labyrinth; I can’t untangle the mayhem without any clues
Spill out your emotions…there’s a waterfall in your eyes ready to collapse
I don’t have the time and willpower to hike on your colossal mountain
Are you fit enough to climb with my echoing praise?
I doubt I ever have the strength to crawl into your agonizing thoughts
Of destruction and decadence
Of despondent dreams and isolated guidance
Do you accept my benevolence towards you?
Do you believe that I can mend your shattered dreams?
Do you accept my fondness towards a friend like you?
Do you have faith that I can make your dreams a reality as it truly seems?
Your contemplation is another expedition to trek
You are like an island, separating cramming chaos from undying peace
Rise from the cave and attack…there’s a bear in your nature, watching over her cubs
I don’t have the ability and determination to trudge in your soggy wasteland
Are you slick enough to trek with my shielding gaze?
I doubt I’m nowhere to be found in your thoughts of desolation
And destructive formation,
Springing forth the equipment of your
Turmoil and damnation
With any luck, I hope we can arrive in one piece
On the other hand, I wish that we both escape from this horrifying journey
Because I want to discard the labyrinth, crafting puzzling pathways that draw me back to
Destruction and recklessness
That I, by no means, address
pink roses hang heavy in the undulating heat
a partial arch over the laneway
gentle sway midst the silver dust
a youth with his pug dog pauses
half in shadow beneath the flowery portal
the air lit by scent from a hidden inside
the dog, restless
pulls at its leash like harbored want
wing-like, the boy lifts the dog to better sniff
delightedly,
blooms in the soft swell of summer
unfazed wonderment caught in the dog's wagging tail
cheerful in this limited space
before what a lad hopes to remember is shadowed by age
before what bridges gaps gets undone
an unpredictable moment
a chemistry
when we outreach ourselves
in a patchwork of senses
to know an airborne longing
in the pathways behind us
Have we ever searched for God deep within
Knowing not how, yet choosing to begin
The vast void, mirroring our reflection
Amplifying our pure heart’s affection
Call of love divine, inviting us in
Employing free will, to silence thought din
Rising above narrow pathways of sin
Surrendering, for our resurrection
Have we ever
Choice of heart over head, ego’s chagrin
Resonating with soul, melding therein
Erst feral cravings facing ejection
Continuous consciousness correction
Tranquil always, whether we lose or win
Have we ever
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Slip do dah!
Slip my way
Sliding slick surfing time dismay
Who is to say
When winds blow
Anchors distill today
Carried cases of bait to start the day
Who is to say
How many will I catch today
Prosperity some will pay
Others to fill the baskets of bull winkles tray
Laugh today
Some scenes of life carries scripts plots plays
Legendary short cuts take 1 began gray
But today life begins surpasses grasses blade
Today growth expands creative pathways
Today is the day no more giving gave away
Receiving reception manifested may
Over whelm greater is he who believed this day
Will last for eternities sake
This day smile releases extravagant benefits to stay
Long lasting living life by planned purposes way
My beloved,
Wherever i maybe,swinging in my front porch,reading a book,
walking on the sand,picking pebbles on the beach,looking at the
vast ocean,I shall remember you!a soft whisper in the sweet wind breeze.
My beloved,
Wherever you maybe,scenting the aroma of fresh morning coffee,gardening,
viewing robins in trees,planting tomato seeds or lying in your balcony of
dreams,You will remember me,a spring white flower blossiming in perfumed
petals of innocent,untainted love.
My beloved,
In each other's absence,in seperate pathways,far away from
dreams,far away from who we used to be,You'll think my name and i'll
think your name,I'll remember you,and you"ll remember me.
In seperate pathways,you find me again, and I find you too.
In seperate pathways,we lose each other,but a sweet memory remains,a
part of me,a part of you,of when we loved,of when we touched,the richest
soil,the ripest fruit.
Form:
“The sacred lake also called Ganga Talao represents the mighty Ganges river of India.” Mauritiusinsideout.com>grand-bassin-mauritius
A Sacred Lake
In the midst of a tropical forest
The mouth of a long extinct volcano
Surrounded by hills not so high
Bordered by lush trees and bushes
Is the seat of sparkling waters
That undulate in little waves
In direction of the prevailing winds,
Reflect the azure blue of the clear sky
The bright rays of the sun during the day
And white shines of stars and the moon at night.
Before men had set their eyes on the lake
Angels danced on the shore of the waters
To the tunes of the breeze on moonlight nights;
When a dream revealed the sight to a soul
And slim pathways were threaded to the lake
Angels no more plied to the sacred site,
But thousands of men flocked to the spot for prayers
And on the eve of Maha Shivratri
Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims tread to the lake
To source sacred water to pour on Lord Shiva.
All year round, tourists converge to the lake
To stroll around this sacred site
Charm their eyes with its unique tapestry
And snap shots of its picturesque beauty
To relish as memento of their trip
And cherish as a divine work of art
Legated to this tropical island
By the graceful divinity
Who dropped a piece of paradise
In midst of the Indian Ocean.
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Aromatic avenues with the scent of your perfume
Lingering on each leaf you grace with your presence
Those delicate feet treading the petalled pathways of his heart
Enticing a new spring in the Autumn of his life
Autumn
A cold bleak reminder of the rains that are still yet to fall
And yet, he sees the smile that your soul wears just for him
And the seeds are sown in the depths of his heart
A heart that he thought no longer beat
A heart that he no longer wanted to beat
Because a beating heart can bleed
Faster
Harder
Making him weak
He is a man
He cannot afford to be weak
He must be strong
He must prepare for torrential downpours
He must retain his shelter
His armour
He must not wear a smile for you
“He will not!” he tells himself.
Yet somehow those scented leaves make him forget himself
And it’s Spring again
And he dons a secret smile
You intoxicate his senses and he wants to indulge in you more
He needs you. Craves you.
He loves it
He hates it
He no longer knows what to feel
Trapped
His tortured pragmatic mind
Wrestling with a drunken heart
Wanting to be loved
Afraid of what will become of him
If love walks away
So, he aspires to become love
That way he gets to be the one to walk away
He will love you a little
And discard of you a lot
He will maintain control
Control of himself
Control of his fears
At least
That is what he thinks
YOU
With the look of adventure in your crystal blue eyes
And your aromatic fragrance of freedom
Wafting, as you inhabit all who inhale your inner beauty
It’s a scent that lingers
You are that scent
The smell of what could have been
He will forever wear it
Carry it in his heart
Or his mind –
Whichever wins at the end of each dreary day
Now Autumn is not just a reminder of death
Of life
It is a reminder of death
Of love
Still those aromatic avenues are filled with the scent of your perfume
Lingering on each leaf you once graced with your presence
Those indelicate feet trampling the putrid pathways of his hardened heart
Enticing a new harsher winter in the awful Autumn of his lonely life
Midnight Aurora
November 12th 2019
Being in a state of mixed emotions is always a job for the educated and lonely
Each time I heard her voice in writing or in voice, my attention was for her
Sometimes a state of silence is needed and at other times the when the Virgo (I) become silent then it is a different feeling
We feel more than others when it comes to the pain our family feels
No matter how long we remain quiet from one another , the feeling is still the same
Education has led us to see the truth before a person speaks
Sometimes those with no neurons or clear neurological pathways will see us as a stone
Whether it is the one refused or the one being used to prop their cart of bull, no more we say
Our title is deserved for us and our eternal mate
Loneliness is a cloud that rains and calms the heat of the earth (and the mind)
In a coffee shop, while pontificating life and legacy we meet the person in the rain
They have gone through much as us
Two souls joined in sorrow become stronger in happiness
YWHW has brought them together and out of limbo for the chance to walk into paradise together as male and female, he created them!
Peace be upon all that need assurance in knowing that they are important
Never lose hope as it chases You as a phantom in the future.
The paths will cross