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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.
Its barren streets, although effete, resound of yesterday
with chit-chat words no longer heard (though having much to say)
since teeming life (at one time, rife), surceased and slipped away.
Within its walls? Whist buildings, tall... Outside the City? Dunes,
which limn its frail forgotten tales, in weird unworldly runes
with symbols strung like halos hung in lifeless, limp festoons.
Above! The dismal ditch of dusk reveals a velvet streak,
through which the winter’s wicked winds will sometimes weave and sneak,
and faraway a cable sways, a bridge clings hushed and bleak.
Thin shadows shift, like silver shafts, throughout the doomed domain
reflecting white, wee wisps of light in ebon beads of bane
which cast a crooked smile across a faceless windowpane.
Wan neon lights glow through the nights, through darkness sleek as slate,
while lanterns (hovered, high above, in silent swinging gait),
whelm ballrooms, bars, bereft bazaars, though no one’s left to fete.
Death's silhouettes show no regrets, 'twixt twilight’s ashen shrouds,
oblivious she always was to cries in dying crowds –
in foggy neap the spirits creep beyond the mushroom clouds.
No ghosts of ones with jagged tongues will sing a silent psalm
nor haunt pale lips with languid quips to pierce the deathly calm,
nor yet redress the emptiness that shifting shades embalm.
Continued in part 2
Today commemorates that awful day-
termed nine-eleven, twenty years ago,
when we, in shock, stood helpless in dismay
of what our eyes observed- that terror show;
planes downing our Twin Towers in that way.
So hard to comprehend those loved ones gone,
observing there or from our TV sets,
and praying that firefighters could bear on
to help, but later learned with sad regrets,
that hundreds gave their lives in spite of brawn.
The visions we beheld that dreadful year-
three-thousand dead- can never be erased.
Their families then left to persevere
without dear loved ones- prayed to be embraced
by faith in God to heal their pain and fear.
Today, our fears are bounding once again!
The Afghan warriors were just set free-
ending the war our soldiers died in! Then-
our weapons left behind that now decree-
more fears of future wars; not if- but when.
September 11, 2021
Out at sea for so long I fear my sanity's failing
Like pirates of old, trust in my vision curtailing
Are mermaids waving there or tails of whales flailing
Perhaps a mirage is where I seem to be sailing
Yet my great love for the sea is still prevailing
I close my eyes and lean forward over the railing
Breathe misty ocean air in, inhaling, exhaling
The unknown lies ahead with regrets behind trailing
My sailboat silhouette in the horizon impaling
Rocking to and fro over waves that I'm scaling
Through sun and storms, through raining and hailing
Smiling to stay afloat, with a bucket, keep bailing
When water came in I'm still singing, not wailing
Whatever happens now, this sure cured what was ailing
July 25, 2022
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The Moon
loves in lilac, sees in maroon,
swathed in gossamer and thyme of galaxies,
basking in the periwinkle pages
of my bejeweled mind,
as the night unravels a story
written in powdered vermilion,
of sun-dried moments
and bleached butterflies,
emanating wolfsbane and wisteria woes
of a maternal soul that sings for solace,
wishing sighs within clouds
carrying cotton candy lies
would see through these eyes,
and feel the warmth
between raining thistles.
For every star has a pattern of its own,
and there is no silver brighter
than the spark of faith
and kindness that flows
between charismatic constellations.
You and I, we are different shades of
glistening glows,
born to soar in sync with the
synchronized rhythm of peace,
tangled in a cosmic ballet
where love is more than a poetic word.
To embrace the difference of dialects,
the darkness before the morning rays,
the cataclysmic consequences of ignorance,
an effortless language forever
spoken between your astral seas
and my rosary of regrets.
Tonight, must I listen to the
heartbeat of the horizon
as monsoon tears fall upon my skin,
kissing away stained sorrow,
nurturing the saplings of grief,
in silence and solitude,
drawing a gamboge garden of sunrise,
resembling scented pastels
facing magenta musings
within the crescent of hope…
There is no rhyme rosier than the other,
through mismatched metaphors,
I weave magic of desires,
with wishbone clovers
breathing dreams
brushed in rosemary sage
touched by destiny,
for karma knows
no name nor skin,
but the face of love and
voice of hibiscus havens
an empathetic hymn
shared between ebony
and ivory hearts....
My heart was a mess
I was in complete distress
but I laid those thoughts to rest
and now I'm trying my best
Holding on to the memories
but never looking for more than a moment at the past
For my eyes stay forward and leave the past at my back
Stay positive, stay hopeful, don't let the world leave you a mess
I used to be afraid of failing but I'm soaring high above distress
Facing my fears head on and conquering the anxious voice inside
I ignore that bitter voice and love is all that will reside
Hate will not consume me, control me, i wont let it doom me or ever again even know me
The thoughts of depression are much more than a lesson
It taught me that happiness is where I am destined
You cannot have the good without the bad, this I know
So I'll let the sadness blanket over me like a frigid winter's snow
But I will not stay there in that deep abyss of sorrow
Because I know with sadness comes happiness and there's always tomorrow
Without sadness, happiness loses its astounding appeal
I want to experience every emotion, I want to know that it's real
To fear is not living, it only takes without giving, and the life i was living, was more than misgiving
The regrets and mistakes that I had made were all just trial and error
I will not let this depression instill me with unnecessary terror
So let's reach for the skies and break free from this awful vice
We only get one life, one chance, so let us dance away into blissful paradise
FEVER PITCH
Demons of faith,
God speed,
Ageless tears,
A dweller lost in the perfect Odyssey.
Bricks of memories, barricade my way out.
Growing gray within the ageless centuries.
Steady rivers, at the pitch of one response.
Times out, by the heat, and beauty.
Tragedy is never a fear to announce.
The drug that takes to cure, the world,
~ lost in a torn humanity.
Harmless, results and tears
~ struck in every way, in the same day.
Sneaky thoughts up my sleeve.
I will leave, the envious of me, this you best believe,
There is no way in...
YET!!
I found the perfect way out...
Destroying demons,
That get in my way..
Waking up in a dusty road.
Unleashing every load.
Today's a different day, still I wake up the same way.
But, today life is reversed.
I find myself with an endless thirst.
Tossing me into a 700 degree level,
I shine away from the path of the dust devil.
Swirling all around, forbidden to enter my bound.
Your pitch at me,
a fever I want no more.
Now I can see, the emptiness of the things inside of me.
Now I can feel, my soul reaching out to heal.
Breaking every cold sweat,
Shivers, pneumonia a life of regrets.
Withdrawals left behind.
Symptoms, showing the fever is gone.
God Speed*
Into my life*
by;p.d.
You want some Torchers, Tortures -Hell Yeah!
You want some Torturer's Tortures -Hell Yeah!
She's very Torturous, Torturous - Hell Yeah!
She's very Torturous, Torturous - Hell Yeah!
She's very gorgeous, gorgeous hell yeah!
To do sport is like sin to an evil man
Damn the Land of Dan
Their Spirits are felt but without no regrets
If I beheld 10 stories then Storms will re-lent
If I'm Stolen then I must pay the rent
Straight damn dumb vent
She said I'm the fiend, transcend, divine, esteem
Dream have a Vision like I seen
The you will know what it's like to live
Estella estatic prevail against the felon that fell
William told Thelma to tell
swords are like arrows
Like your Life without the Stealing of The Babel Tower
Blast Tango out that Pharoah's casket
that is a flash back to the past
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When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt,
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity,
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining regrets~
upon flowers, swaying forsaken, to butterfly ballads?
But will oblivious eyes, roaming the blackness of selfish spheres~
where prayers are abandoned as meaningless metaphors,
ever feel the darkness we carry, when tears no longer flow in lakes with swans, to be seen?
It is in melted muteness, we reveal realness of suppressed pain,
as childhood fears scribbled as forbidden secrets~
rewind on repeat through holographic lens of life,
mirroring bloodstained fingerprints etched across linen of chastity…
So tonight, when blue moon in my mind ascends in insomniac stillness,
listen to the sulfuric sins scattered as flashbacks of an onyx rose,
as vandalized veins scream in helplessness,
awaiting a sculptured sunrise that bleeds balmy ointments for burnt blisters,
while I remain, in mists of misery, weaving prose,
to erase tattooed torment that stole starry symphonies within my soul. ..
breathing in the depths of you
it has been such a long time
i am holding every note of this moment as long as my stamina allows me to
i know you have a happy life now
i know that my time with you has long since expired
i am wishing that you had just a little patience to hear what i have to say
oh how i miss the natural smell of you
man....how i miss the definitive mannerisms of your attitude
boy do i miss how you make me feel better just by simply being you
i know that he is better with you in his life
i know i was a better and a more confident man
now all i have are memories, wishes, and regrets.....along with two words, a friendly farewell, and a soft smile....
....Happy Anniversary....