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Tangled in confusion, a nomadic disenchantment,
Comraderie, we thought it was, is apethic callous,
Yet still exists a languid hope for remants of a promise,
That one day amoretto though absturce and in concealment,
Will find itself exposed to the vainglory of revealment,
Then Philanderous fancy shall alter to enamor,
And our creases of affection will sonor into furrow,
Reconciling want to be's in sorrow of tomorrow,
But once the dream is dared upon will fancy turn to nightmare?
The vicious trend could end of wanting in our recollection,
If nostalgia felt for false could cause feigned memory to be?
What is and what shall never be.
Just like the prodigal son
Who found himself lost and alone
There comes a moment in time
When darkness leaves joy surrounded
By shadows and secrets, weakness
Just like the moment in life
When hope breathes wonder so alive
Through the spirit of those who remember
What it is to know despair, such fear
That nothing in nightmares can compare
Just like the memory reveals
Trembling whispers of inspirations so real
They bring the heart a feeling of light
Grace that appears to bring peace from the doubt
Promising comfort that stirs beneath each prayer
Just like the prodigal son realizes
The way toward home is much more appealing
When there is comprehension of this trouble
Abiding in the winds of seclusion, disillusionment
Burning through the elation, stalking anticipation
Just like the sunlight who rains
Second chances for the kindness of its rays
Reconciling the serenity pleading, praying
For the embrace of a love beyond description
Love like this is more than brilliant – it is exquisite
Love like this is His gift to those who believe Him!
ETCHED IN STONE
The marks are recently made, I’m sure
And appear like letters etched in stone
There’s a message here for me to find
I can just make out what’s been carved
With a line through it, as if it is halved
Perhaps someone’s changed their mind
Their expectations of love, now blown
But such is the way it goes with amour
Maybe rediscovered in years to come
Two names, one heart, just says it all
If unrequited love had caused the line
But to carve it in stone is a lot of fuss
It is perhaps, a message for each of us
That it takes a long time just to resign
And to accept that taste of bitter gall
Resolved, with more depths to plumb
But these are no more than scratches
A knife gets blunt quickly, doing that
Hard granite, after all’s said and done
It may be why the line cuts the heart
Possible love at first sight, at the start
And rejection soon after it was begun
But underneath it an etched reply sat
A reconciling message and it matches
Only during mercurial twilight can one discover,
From tasting the rich and varied fruits of life,
From recollective journaling, record and recover.
From the many battle scars implanted in strife.
Journaling grants a private, swirling pen profiling.
It vents spontaneous moments of mindfulness.
Journaling opens windows to nightmare reconciling.
It instinctively resets resilient laughing playfulness.
The soul is an inner flame of karmic consciousness.
It seeks its purpose in every new reincarnation.
It must assert itself in each timidity and forthrightness.
It changes form and color with every transformation.
The cumulative journal entries embody a repository.
They bind together survival, identity, and self-worth.
They answer buried questions and address latent stories.
They calm the anxious brood, affirming each rebirth.
A diary is a constant companion, a faithful friend.
A diary speaks in forgotten tongues, in any dialect.
This scroll, this twilight dossier speaks without end.
This log records each and every strength and defect.
Only during mercurial twilight can one discover,
From tasting the rich and varied fruits of life,
From recollective journaling, record and recover.
From the many battle scars implanted in strife.
Gentle as the sunlight,
Reflecting hope over snow covered ground,
Softening the heart and soul…
With a soothing whisper,
The kiss of kindness, blissful – healing,
Wistful memories, silent dreams
All the blessings, the many things…
That make up a lifetime, timeless truths
Creative gestures, faith that moves…
Mountains and fluid motion
Water rushing past the beds of smooth
Stones, erasing the past with a heartfelt
Caress
Breathless prayers promising,
Echoing grace through the surface of a Spring
Arising in the emotional beauty, the lasting
Smiles of intimacy, shrugging off…
The last of the snow’s biting
Urging the wonders of glittering shimmers
Stirring up feelings of cold, dark December
With the songs of praise, the music
Wiping away the last of a nocturnal grip
Who feels like doubt pressing in…
Leaving only the feeling that stirs
Promises and pleas, petitions
For peace, praising – worship that flows
From a soul who knows – B L E S S I N G S
Warm as the morning, a dawn
Sighing – like the forgiving winds of Summer
Smiling on the shoulders, kissing away
The wild, willful waters of the rainy season
Flooding the spirit with reconciling feelings
Kindnesses, rich and vibrating…
Trembling like the silence
Who blends away the screams of doubt,
Welcoming the hues of happiness
In the sunlight, streaming –
Wiping out the clouds, the wistfulness
The melancholy and fear, tears – like dewy
Hopes caressing the flowers
Enchanting, fascinating… beguiling each
Moment with pearls of joy
Impulsive, stars shimmer and glisten,
Like the Autumn who dims the thoughts,
Aspires to create awe in the heart
Who sees its elegance, its gratitude and mercy…
Restoring the night’s burning
Flames of repentance, duty to the rumors of agile
Wispy light falling heavily from a moon, glowing
Silvery frost through the intense specter –
Liberty, a candor threading its way past the trees
Into the wonders of a forest…
A forest who believes, accepts the second chance
To bring serenity through the settling urge…
From rainfall undertones
To thankful treasures from the spice of November
Listen to the glowing hope – the faith
In Thanksgiving’s adoration … thanks to Him,
The One who gave us the miracles, the peace…
The G O D S E N D S
You were my river, my white water rapids rushing.
I recall your floating liquid eyes in my whispering vespers.
You were my noblest test, but then your loss came crushing.
My realization too late, I was left living among the lepers.
Still, I sip your supper on my florid palate of your beguiling.
I recall each day, my grieving litany of meager failures.
I keep your smiling pictures and I covet our reconciling.
For me, the reflection of our tender amatory still allures.
Taking you for granted, I met your power to annul.
I surely got my just dessert, this harsh desert in my chest.
But I am alive, recalling our fresh love on a separate channel.
In my delusion, we circle in dance, our bodies in sexual arrest.
Of course, I know my reenactments can never bring you home.
Instead, it is tenderness never lost that inspires this poem.
Sun-lit gloom and pearly arc spill from sombre leaf;
Crying in the leaden joy, laughing in the grief.
I'm shadow of Celestial Rose,
--Nirvarnic Nimbus mounds;
The sad birds and wilted leaves;
Silver-lining of clouds.
When I get mad, the wind does too;
Tries best to swish the leaves.
I let the uninbivelant sky soften on the eves.
Silent waves stir the shore,
In beauty, in despair!
Heaven, Perdition - setting sail
--if only I were there.
I've seen indifference of a stone,
The carelessness of wind.
I watched rubbish rot my soul,
I've loved and I've sinned.
Tears, pouring down a face,
the lady in a downturned hat.
When grief can't find a way to darkness,
it turns the sunlight black.
I've smiled through tears
Almost as if Jackfruit
crammed in a hole.
My heart is in the untold night,
and moonlit shade of coal.
How fickle is the arc of Sun,
White spume of rolling waves;
How full the phantom of the heart,
How empty are the days?
"November Guest"
understood it best:
"Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks but I am fain to list.
She's glad the birds are gone away.
She’s glad her simple worsted grey
is silver now with clinging mist."
I've drowned in muddy puddles,
Cherry Blossom in blue light.
revived in Empyrean grief
and the Holy Cosmic night.
And when the Sun is bright,
In cyanic sky,
A circle of joy fills the heart
or meaningless of why
I cherish night, I weep in joy
like hearts of a two-sided leaf.
Like black hole thermodynamics,
--reconciling grace with grief.
Kodie Moon.
Donald and Ronald were identical twins. Growing up, they did
everything together. They were not only brothers; they were
best friends. It was almost like they were the same person
because they would say things simultaneously without looking
at each other. It was like they could read each other's minds;
it was creepy.One day everything changed on their 18 birthday.
They had an all-out-drag-out fight; everyone was shocked. No
one thought anything could come between them. They parted
ways on that day, Donald joined the Army, and Ronald joined
the Air Force. Until this day, no one really knows what the ar-
gument was about. Rumor said it was about a girl. They came
from a family that lives long. They both lived to be one hundred
and something years of age. They didn't speak to each other for
over eighty years.The twins left this world not reconciling.
Donald was my great, great uncle and I never really knew him;
I only knew of him. I felt like if I had gotten to know him I
would be betraying my granddad Ronald. In hindsight, I wish
I had betrayed him because life is too short. I wish grandad
and uncle Donald weren't so darn stubborn. Because grandad
missed his twin.
Alexis Y.
08/7/2021
Forgive – scripture speaks
Silencing the bitter past, the resentments
The anger and doubt, the suffering
Forgive – God instructs
Delivering mercy, grace, compassion
Never judgement or sentence
No verdicts of imprisonment
Forgive – His word directs
Listen to the heart, the Holy Spirit
Has everything figured out
Listen to the One who teaches souls
To believe, to pardon, to excuse
Forgive – sacred promise of healing
From One who carried His cross
Was nailed to the tree God created
Where leaves danced and bird’s nestled
Never envisaging the shadow, the
Darkness that would cover the earth
Forgive – He gave us an astonishing sample
Reconciling the heart to a God who loves
More than our minds can imagine or expect
With love that is alive, like the forgiveness
Welcoming spiritual restoration, His gift
To those who know He is the answer, the One
Who lifts the veil and delivers us from hell
Forgive – and be blessed by His death and resurrection!
Mark 11:25 (KJV) And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.
She knows when the lights are turned off
there will be light somewhere else
Understanding of connections between life and death
The rains will come and the seeds will germinate
by the green youth trees
The attraction is there, but also the fear
her world is falling apart as a house of cards
through the soul's dark night
A transcendent and celestial experience
the arrival of the journey via divine powers
The frequency, sound and volume adjusted frequently
She testing the woven fibers with burning longing
against a background of nothing but bluish air
The soul longed for so much, a renewal
Listen to the sound of trickling streams
before they merge into the endless sea
A reconciling and humble journey has ended
04.03.2023
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