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We rode beyond the flip
Of Walter and his friends,
On this *****steady slip
In the cabin to the west,
Where the pride of lions sleep
All night till the end.
On the hillside of west,
The corns are left for rats,
The moonlight is left
For the cave of the bats,
The stars in themselves
Are laid so on the mat.
That same mile leads the heap
Of lofty stuffs up the hills,
The snow of flake spills
Into Eve's marshy opened hips,
And the apples of honey
Are plucked on Adam's lips.
The bed bath of Mr. Benson
Floats out steadily in the skies,
Reaching the pride of the sons
Laid up the feet so high,
Sailing all the phantom men
On the carpet of the smile.
There is a table solely laid
Down below the blue ceiling,
Also is a shea iced cake
In the pie wholly sealed in,
And the storm of the day
Rains in the fields of candy.
The circles are in squares
In the Square at the Circle,
The cycles can be shared
In dome down the valleys;
The clones you can swerve,
And bike up the galley.
Now that I have you mine
On the hills up the shores,
Take a look the while
At the feathers of the scores,
One by one in the time,
And rise up on these songs.
Like my innate need for eating
Walking, sleeping, and waking
Photography seemed inborn in me.
My heart and mind could make it free.
Clicking photographs of black and white
With a Click-III, a camera, very light.
I found Isoly II cheap and best.
I used it for a long , with ardent zest.
Kodak, Polaroid, and Pentax
Had adorned my photo tracks.
Nikon came to be, ultimately
Harmonized with me intimately
I clicked my masterpieces manually.
I got linked to each piece sentimentally.
It’s then that I happened to lose it.
Together with the entire photographic kit
A train journey had become my nightmare.
This heavy loss of mine I couldn't bear
Though the price of it indeed mattered much
My emotional attachment to it was beyond touch.
I searched for it in every compartment.
I complained about the matter to the rail department.
Every assurance and trial failed.
Like a phantom, in my dreams, my Nikon sailed.
This moment was like an existential emptiness.
Each day dawned with inner heaviness.
Friends and relatives consoled me, indeed.
With my duties, I couldn't proceed.
Each leaf, flower, fruit, and twig of a plant
Each butterfly, dragonfly, and tiny ant
Brought the memory of my precious Nikon
Which had almost become my life's icon
Mad-like near meadows I stood and stared.
At my despaired state of being, all were scared.
I should move on. They unanimously said
With new hopes in my heart, I should go ahead.
Another Nikon of the digital kind they procured
I was better yet, though not fully cured.
I click the finest pictures with it even now.
I am unable to forget the other yet, anyhow.
The knee-higher
feelings that are displayed are not feelings but atoms; the subatomic part being that its heart, this knee-higher, is located in the mind or the dexterous venders and ventures of reading and writing personal stories of literature. The knee-higher is only an apparition, a thought placed into the minds of Man, of what its seemingly harmless, innocent veering thought of making a peanut butter sandwich can leading to global hunger or a Holocaust.
oh, vay, it be man that hold THIS fires, this knee-higher, of silken flesh and bone, being only a phantom of the Dream, and a warrior of Ruin to behold...!
The shadows getting closer,
I can now see form and shape.
It's body all hunched, arm's hanging down,
Cloaked in a big black Cape.
It's looking up at my window,
I try to hide behind the wall.
What I can see from my hiding place,
It must be around seven feet tall.
It's just got through the gateway,
But now it's moved out of sight.
What does it want, what have I done ?
It's in the middle of the night.
I want to get out,
But where could I go ?
I'm stuck way out here,
In a place I don't know.
It's coming to get me,
I keep asking myself why?
Please GOD will you help me,
I don't want to die.
It's looking through my window,
Now it's trying at the door.
My body won't stop shaking,
I can't take this anymore.
It's got through to the hallway,
Now it's looking straight at me.
Is it a corpse or a phantom?
I don't know what it could be.
Then all of a sudden,
A blood curdling scream.
I jump from my bed.
It was only a dream.
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Death Valley, When Dust Turns To Light
Oh Valley of Death how I have seen you come to life
from Mountains of Fire, from Dust to Light
through Passages of No Mans Lands Into Heavenly Doors
from Fields of Nothing to Bounty's where Wild Flowers Galore,
through Hills of Emptiness new Life births Forth
in Pastures of Desert Gold, Five Spots and Gravel Ghosts
where the Dunes of Time in it's Stillness speak of new Kingdoms to come
and the Winds that Rip and Flip the Sands only to Glisten as the Sun,
looking Upwards where Rose Sage and Lupine sing songs So High
where the few Dare to trek and the Stellar Hawks Fly,
and the Snow Capped Mountain Peaks breathe New Hope
and in Due Time, the Phantom Rivers Flow
and where the Sun Crucifies all that is touched
yet through the Cauldron of Flames we attain our Faith and Trust,
to Alchemize Indeed, Death Valley Knows such Creeds
that Nothing is Impossible when one Truly Believes
and so we hold Steadfast when Dusk turns to Night
for in every Promise Land, Dust Turns To Light
I did not ask to be a twin-room for a ghost.
But here you are,
tucked behind the soft tissue of my lungs,
moving when I move,
a second pulse thrumming in the hollows
where the logic used to live.
This is not a ribbon tied to a finger.
It is a graft.
It is the way the skin of a fruit
scars over a puncture—
the metal is gone, but the shape of the blade
is written into the sugar.
I feel you in the radiator’s hiss,
a phantom heat that doesn't warm the room
but scalds the blood.
It is a terrifying symmetry;
when you bruise, I taste copper.
When you turn in your sleep,
miles of dark highway away,
the sheets beneath me go cold
as if the North Star just lost its place.
I am tired of carrying two lives
on one set of tired feet.
I tried to unthread you once,
but the needle came back wet with my own history.
I realized then:
to pull the string is to unravel the sweater.
To lose the tie is to lose the throat.
So I keep the ache.
I wear it like a heavy, velvet coat
in the middle of July.
I let you breathe my air
because I no longer remember
which breath was mine to begin with.
We are two mirrors
shattered in the same earthquake,
each shard still trying
to reflect a sky
that we broke together.
My credit card has
an outstanding balance,
I'm tired of paying
interest and fees;
can somebody bail me out, please!
My woes are getting
deeper than madness,
I'm spinning
in a frantic dance,
while nightmares are getting worse!
I'm paler than a phantom
in a Broadway play,
I am an ordinary guy
in a plaid shirt and faded jeans:
I go unnoticed by everyone
looking so pretty,
and through this chaos
of mundanity, I avoid grins!
I rubbed Aladdin's lamp and waited,
nothing happened;
I wondered if he had invented
this alluring fairy tale
for his own selfish greed!
I'm better than William Tell,
I can shoot an apple
from yards away;
didn't David hit Goliath in the skull?
with a stone, I applaud his bravery;
He saved many lives
and avoided a windfall!
My soup is all broth
without a single pea,
bees buzz, they smell
honey in my hot tea;
at least, I have something
to keep me busy,
I catch them with a net,
they'd love to bite me!
It's a great distraction
from headache and worry!
I'm paler than a phantom
in a Broadawy play,
I've bought a ticket
to drift away
in that swift crowd
that's so unfriendly and rude;
yum! I smell hot dogs
roasting, I'm wowed!
I'm paler than a phantom
in a Broadway play,
my pockets are empty;
all I got is my freedom,
my pockets are empty:
home is only blocks away!
Darkness Came
Darkness came creeping into my head
As I was softly lying in bed
Eyes were closed, breath sweetly falling
When I got the strange feeling, my past would come calling
Nervous I was, but unable to awaken,
I felt my small form being forcefully taken
I saw myself floating above a crowded room
A party loudly chattering and then, a deafening
Boom
Glass shattered, then terrified screams from around
That's when I saw His lifeless body hitting the ground.
As I watched the corpse fall, it took only a moment
For it to rise & turn towards me, as I lay, frozen
Blood trickled down it's face and dripped onto the floor
The curly hair, where a bullet-wound gaped, was No more.
The ghastly fright that was once my Lover
Now a Horror-film creature that could haunt One Forever.
The phantom turned towards me, but not in sorrow
I felt my fear melt, as the voice was not hollow,
“It's OK,” it said in a comforting tone, “it didn't hurt...” I was now shook to the Bone.
I could only stare as the ghost seemed to smile
I awoke in my bed & sat for a while
I wondered if this vision was truly a dream
Or a visit or tale from an other-wordly Being.
Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Together we danced to the music of the night,
but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye.
I could have danced all night, forever held you tight.
Together we danced to the music of the night.
I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do."
I could have danced all night, forever held you tight.
Now any dream will do that does not include you.
I dreamed a dream where you said to my heart "I do,"
You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those."
Now any dream will do that does not include you.
In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose.
You said: "Its an impossible dream, forget those."
Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad."
In time, each memory dies like a wilted rose,
as seasons of love balance between good and bad.
Said: "If ever I would leave you, not to be sad;
your soul was born defying gravity - be strong."
As seasons of love balance between good and bad,
my heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song.
Your soul was born defying gravity - be strong,
but now the sound of music brings tears to the eye.
My heart believes somewhere someone sings my soul's song.
Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Silent One
9 October 2017
A pantoum poem, consisting of 12 syllables per line.
The poem has 12 titles taken from Opera and musicals.
A time to say goodbye by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman
Music of the night from Phantom of the opera
The sound of music from the sound of music
I could have danced all night from My fair lady
I dreamed a dream from Les Miserables
Any dream will do from Jason and the amazing technicolor dream coat
The Impossible dream from Man Of La Mancha
Memory from CATS
If ever I would leave you from Camelot
Seasons of love from Rent
Defying gravity from Wicked
Somewhere from West Side Story
Version 1
Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers
Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays. Pompous worlds painted in a destitute haze
Transmogrified in the iron flood. Transmogrified in the spilled blood
Frightened children flee from the impending devouring wails of the banshees
Captured children drown in the seas for the coming spring's garden poppies
Choked whispers, within frozen forgotten tale’s, the phantom spirits lurking behind the veils
The strong beguiled yearn for their thirst, obtaining the hero’s, plagued curse
A solitary cane and an abandoned house assembled upon soot
A dying hearth and a trembling shadow with crushed raspberries underfoot
Greet the honor, greet the madness, beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus, acquire all the treasure's honored status
Version 2
Broken souls and mutilated dreams
Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the vanished fallen brothers
And children without hope or mothers
Pained tears encompass the solar rays
A pained world in a destitute haze
Transmogrified, engulfed by the flood
Swept away and drowned in the spilled blood
Panic children flee from shadows
Spoils feed the seas of young willows
Choking whispers, frozen buried tale
The phantom spirits behind the veil
Strong beguiled only yearn for their thirst
Obtaining the hero's plague's cursed
Wooden cane and the house build on soot
Dying hearth and trembling bloody foot
Greet the honor, greet the madness
Beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus
Acquire the treasured honored status
Updated 5/14/2019
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