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Deeper than what I thought could be yielded,
My heart was broken into realisations embedded,
Hello,if perhaps you're hearing me from afar,
I won't suggest a simple dialogue for what we aspire,
Days went by just when everything questioned us of what we admire,
But it was only fixed on a smile,
That's simple to catch out the vapour from our nostrils,
Yeah,you don't even know if I'm okay on those nails,
Inside of me is streaming fluids of love bred from ails,
You're nowhere to be found,
Learning now to meet happiness nowhere underground,
Your absence is tearing my stableness down,
Help me somebody I can't explain a bit of all these rout,
Depression is letting me bow on drought,
The partner from my rib is out there at the other side,
In whom then should I burst my pride?
Maybe it will be after my spirit meet hers at the bottom line,
Her intuitions switch all of me to be kind,
And you would zealously preach of what you'll see in her mind,
After million measure of speed based on what eagles reach to find,
Under the shadow of kisses written on our dead marriage rite.
I wish to see your face drawn in the sky.
.
skin over skin
layers to peel
uncover
mysteries ~
earthbound
heavens dictated
strengthened delicacy
lacy
spirit reveals
as we peel
without zeal —-
colour
patiently waiting
soft fingertips
to harvest (...)
autumn rings pause
wounds gauzed
healing’s a sealing
essence incubating
realisations transcendent
pupils
dilate
uncoverings _______
contemplate each veil
verses to pale
accept every lifting
veins to gain
Love’s filigree e m b r a c i n g
w o r k …
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Allpoetry : Silver Placement Winner : 70 word Ekphrasis : April 26
[ interpretation of a Zanne Van Bebber Painting 2026 : Private Collection : Copyright Protection : not for Reproduction. ]
The wings beat against the cage
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim
The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames
where conscious thought and lucid emotions die
slowly singed away remains at the bottom rung
The wisest transaction is the covenant never made and openly denied
decadence should never be answered once a pulls so strong
becomes injured with pride in alacrity's foretaste for knowledge
Where even the wind no longer breathes urgent
madness with passions trait as the grand tempest storms
steamily blows a cloud of smoke
A haunting being hunts darkness pushing boundaries
towards cold unadorned blue abandoned
holding the oceans spheres in restless silence
Restrained darkness meets light but never crosses over
the divide scratching at a spirit so forlorn
restraint comes naturally to the craggy and torn
Under the echoes of a lion's roar
A thousand tears can never mourn
the destruction and sad beauty that you have borne
Inside this isolation un-embellished
Under an austere atmosphere
holds the wings of time imprisoned factors
Destinies commander oh so damaged in this stunted wasteland of emotion's
conception becoming the unconsecrated norm in an un-heeding barrier
where realisations stammer unknowingly into the humiliating wit of despair
Which darkens the very soul blindfolded
The overture of the dove dances on as vigilant oracle of peace
the internal struggles of temperament challenges
Memorable moments within the spirit quest
fear and love wrapped up in a sorrowful wanting
yearning which hurts without choice
The pinnacles of reconciliation
and the fragile stirring of wings
wanting to fly is the verdict yet to come
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
I'm part of your world of Strangers,
Intensively,our focus are metered,
Over the hilly regions,we keep flopping from discovery,
The discovery is about our self realisations,
"Who are you?"
I won't answer you rightly when I'm demanded of my being,
Maybe because we're humans,time can design a new key,
Come closer to me,
Want to feel your nice shown grin,
Fetch a cup of water from your fresh and standardised reen,
They feel shy to ask from the Queen,
On certain areas,...we'll soon know ourselves,
Black nation for white races...,the music brought help,
Look at me from your bossy counter,
Gracefully,I'm giving you a dose of laughter,
"Sorry...sorry,didn't know you're such hilarious",
She said to that champion,
Sensations gave birth to friedship upon soft iron,
We've got to commune as posterior,
She now know my name,
I have now identified her outside rame,
I'm no more a stranger in her lane.
Since conviction had come to solidify your sight in the midnight rain.
I was just reflecting if I truly love you..
You know as far as you can analyse these things.. or do I just like you intensely (different words for the same thing probably) and there was a moment, I can't quite pin it down in my mind. Or maybe lots of little realisations; when we walked together that time, or a hug that made me feel like I had arrived somewhere safe. Perhaps just sitting in silence and watching you, being drawn to absorb the shape of you.. that was a powerful moment. Longing to have you hold my hand. Human connection at it's most basic but so intensive and beautiful. I think there were lots of little moments after that. In your absence the ache of bereavement, for that was how I felt.. like the bear returned to the toy shop for a refund after years of dusty longing, then the hope of appreciation. Even then in the pain of loss, my love for you extended it's awareness as the Winter allows invisible growth underground..
So many profound moments where love climbed, and stretched, and expanded.
Every conversation, every breath, every message, every attentive word every considered pause, has strengthened and confirmed that I was always meant to love you for reasons as yet unclear. Maybe just to let you know you are so lovable, across your full spectrum of versions, moods, chapters and seasons of you. No 'don't love you' days. Just, 'now I will always carry you in my heart' days. I even love you more than when I started writing this and there is nothing either of us can do to stop this love tsunami.
A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
REALISATIONS
matters
of the
heart
an
evolving
inspiration
togetherness
a
precious
sound
still
playing
a
well
of
awakening
in
a night
of
serendipity
hitherto
unknown
a
commonplace
of
reflective
introspection
initial
openness
in
noticeable
intent
envisioned
observed
&
displayed
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
& the cotton-mouthed bliss is
a life i dissolve into
can anybody apart from us feel?
amid solar pulses i exist under your orbit,
speaking into you
bright-bodied in rampant succesion to lone Junes
from when the days were long
and realisations sprung like fresh fruit, the first bite
thirsty after a winter drought
ive always been a trite conversationalist
but now we exist beneath the macabre skies,
in wake of the suns divorce
speak to me in those laden prophecies
the language you save for disasters
my words scatter within your radiations and i am pool-drunk
chlorine chasing a summer theophany,
busy understanding the world through you
You say your theology is descriptive and cohesive,
But I just need to give you my concise take;
What theology reminds me of, alludes to and objectifies,
And what cases and arguments it does make.
Consecration is for your uncertain realisations,
That you made from your parents beliefs,
And baptism as an indictment to wash each day,
Is outdated because it has no causative reliefs.
The incarnation was not metaphysical and divine,
All things occur within the life-cycle of mankind;
Transformation comes though other people’ interactions,
That love you and fortify you to be kind.
We will destroy evil with love, care and concern,
‘Cos people emanate human kindness given some resolve,
And Jesus descent into hell just describes his pain and gloom,
And is a linguistic flurry to depict the social scene to absolve.
But the doctrine of predestination is a sin in itself,
Balloons the ego, sharpens the knife lain into the many;
To be a member of the elect only fattens the stomach,
‘Cos peace is in just being one person in commonality.
The power of the spirit only causes mental illness,
And healing is from others, doctors and nurses;
Submitting to men as Christian women is wrong,
And submission to god forces you to treason belong.
The resurrection is inside you, if you want it to be,
Understanding Jesus is completely within your discretion;
Conversion should not be listed as an experience as such,
As our roots are personal, ones which nobody should touch.
A man he knew himself to be,led him to wrong,
All those times he had was to calculate the expenses of personal indefinite war,
His own words got himself saddened instead of a discardable law,
Blowing wind took away his hope,
That was after a lady made him a fool he deserved not to be,
Tried to work his best out,discouragement stole his confidence to cope,
Hearing the echoe of his own strong voice in a room,he admitted the fact to be alone,
If you choose not to believe,go to his home,
It's down the road,
Storming out of realisations,time was offering him chips and honey,
But he felt caught into a living hell,
Best for him to point out his ideologies,he perceived the concept of figuring out his disgrace before a mirror,
Absolutely,he discovered he was a motivation and not dilutional.
The risen of the winter sun directed him when he afforded to follow,
And he ungripped to jealousy,accepting to lean on morrow,
Just because he was a hero,
Whose anticipations brought about a rolling billow.