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A herd of birds and little bees,
whip through the tall oak trees
flowers grow in a different hue
a beautiful earthly view.
Gracious was the painter he,
created beauty for all to see
songs of nature sing the stream
it babbles with the rocks between.
The land whispers of a birth,
something old and new from this earth
the sun reflects and retracts
Mother nature is taking back.
We must give as we take,
to often fix what we break
but too soon it will be too late
and the world itself will retaliate.
What it gives will all be gone
The last of our loving home
the world is tired when people quit
deciding to take care of it.
Dark night of the soul
questions our life role.
Echoes return not;
our heart is fear fraught.
Plateau after peak
is what makes us weak.
Plunged in an abyss,
we feel not God’s bliss.
Having been and seen
heaven’s pastures green,
outer world mundane
now drives us insane.
We’ve been there, done that
but now the curve’s flat,
so our heart contracts
as God’s light retracts.
How may we begin,
feeling thus hemmed in,
unable to pair,
as darkens despair?
Adding to our woes,
nobody else knows,
what we’re going through,
bereft of bliss dew.
Burden of love’s loss
is a heavy cross
we carry alone;
soul stripped to the bone.
03-August-2022
Notes: https://lonerwolf.com/the-dark-night-of-the-soul/
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Emotions: Despair, Fear
The sky breaks into mauve moths,
fluttering against the unlighted bathroom window.
Three minutes ago, it was a solid, stern day,
now the trees rustle and tap with purple rain,
and the sun has been hidden
by a secret mountain that wasn’t there before.
The insect of thought retracts its claws,
wilting in the lavender hour.
Perfume of light hangs heavy in the hallway,
while the tap listens for footsteps that never come.
The horizon bleeds red,
a slow, velvet hemorrhage,
and shadows blend into a silent, watery, inverted sky.
It is all over:
The horses have forgotten how to run,
and the moon is busy hanging glass stars on the pines.
It weaves a new net for the waking dream.
Rather for the taking than sharing, sharing just a little to know,
Pulling the wool over my eyes, and using it for his show,
With just a sprinkle of depth, and a dash of compassion in his eyes,
In the moment I fall prey to caring more, but afterwards I realize,
It's trickery at its finest, the wind that fans his flame,
All for him with no reciprocating, it's all about his gain,
In the moment giving me hope that he's finally open to love,
Then he retracts pretending it's not real and sweeps it under the rug,
When visitors arrive he stomps on it, as if its dirt beneath his feet,
Crushing the heart he so desperately wants, he only sees it after they leave,
His madness catchs up to him, and yet he falls right back to his routine,
He cannot help himself or so that's how it seems,
I look past the crushing with sympathy because I won't lose the love inside,
I'll refuse to play the game the enemy uses to try to kill the love that's alive,
So is it really falling prey? Or is that the pain just talking?,
Because inside my heart is just the opposite, my love for him is still walking
In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery,
We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches.
As the lifeblood of our finished thoughts dwindles, our lives, clusters of dream,
Shrivel on forgotten soil, with the sun as a wandering monk through the abyss.
The soul, a translucent vine clinging to walls that breathe things immortal,
Which, detached, withers under the weight of an endlessly flickering silence.
This is more than verse, it's the raw bone of our celestial being,
The unraveled vine, the frozen spring, the magical death – a world that flickers and glimpses.
The life sap, precious blend of sky and earth, no longer flows,
We, the ever-joined branches, now lie apart, powerless in supplication.
A stem, a thread of hope, a tragedy weaved into a grain of sand –
In the embrace of fate, we perish together, lost in our own myth.
And thus, the spasms of the heart reflect like ripples on a lake at night,
Eternity – a specter that whispers in summer through the woods left without ward.
But the silence that settles is not the end; it's just the pause before the song,
It's the moment when the root retracts its essence, preparing a new enchantment.
Torn from the primordial vine, I wander in mystery, searching for signs in heaven and on earth,
A thousand visions mingle in the chalice of the night, a thousand desires burning fiercely.
For in the depth of reality, beyond the veil of doubt, there is an unseen magic,
Where we, branches and vine, find ourselves again in dance, in an endlessly silent symphony.
In our odyssey among the stars, in search of the eternal spring of legends,
The vine of the soul – though torn – dares to reconnect the suspended bonds.
And in this transcendental journey, between the ancient and the anticipated,
We breathe the intangible ether in which, mystically, we are eternally enchanted.
so suffocated in this state i call hate
you could look at me and not notice a single tense muscle
because underneath this frown, this fool-proof smile there’s anxiety, depression and it’s keeping
me down
i can’t acknowledge the fact i’m losing you
i can’t acknowledge the fact i’m being ignored
every single word i say comes out my mouth and retracts back after i am scolded.
nothing i say can ever come out right
if i could i’d stay up all night, to prove my truth
all i need is an ear to hear me out
but you’re far too busy tuning out the truth behind the lies, the frown beneath that fool proof
smile
and all i ever wanted was for you to listen. listen twice
then, then you can tune me out.
SERVITUDE TO PRIDE
See,
Our love that once
Like an inferno burnt,
Now, like an ember smolders,
And beyond kindle by pride has become.
Our psyches by pride wreathed, in loneliness
Our hearts writhe and our mirth into myth retracts.
Without,
A serene heart we feign.
But within, our hearts by dusk of pride
Blinded, for each other grope and to the
Melody of the dirge of our fissured
Hearts pride spitefully dance.
For
A faded memory of you
All night i carouse yet for
Your caress I yearn.
Photographs of you and i, my roses
To you, as a sedative into the mire you threw.
But, how come out of your heart you could
Not throw me?
The
Trees of pride, it is palpable,
A fertile soil in our psyches had found,
And under the arbor of their leafy boughs,
Etiolated our hearts berth and for
Sunshine seek.
A problem to most men and A dynamic explosion to anything I paint orange
The missing link is always overlooked, of course I'm Intellegent enough to say it loud, I never fear the unknown and the way I started here was unexpected especially to the purple power I be coming In A Cherry Terror . AS I screamed them words I woke up and IT Echos and it's sick faces
My enemies make they cant believe Im bold they question my sanity but in truth I sanitize in troops of men i am the line with a hook on it, Not with a rifle and scope no! with a ****in tomahawk I kill the hit sticks and i feel the Assasins. A team so strong they laugh in the face of danger, they master the statosphere she creeps as mr backup I cant believe she paints a masterpiece and the enemy retracts in fear, As the Power is the utmost respected, not one man with sense would toy with it, i just like to strengthen things and make them strong, no easy target here, no abuse of power, respect the blue i paint myself in, we're all in agreement i think, i love the feeling of course its an enviroment where understanding is appreciated, for The Law is Love untill you seek her life, I dont play Assassin games, Im a Alpha Dog unilke you demosicated Officer at Parole, I be risking my life for this girl i saw, she be several delights in my heart as we connected She sees exceptionally well cuz i make it very clear
Day's royal blue canopy fades into the outer recesses of space and time
As hoary sun sheds its fiery cloak for a deeper hue
Gilding light retracts its flaming parasol to horizon's edge
Last burning ember coalesces into a patchwork of glowing cinders
Shades of bright yellow diluted into coarser pinks, reds
Twilight kisses Helios' parting rays filtering light through a dispersed prism
Diffused light obfuscates glaring shadows and richer contrasts brew
Harmonious band of colors blended into the melting pot stew
The parade of colors christens the solitude of tranquil eve anew
The plush canvas emanates an aesthetic charm refined love to imbue
Linking mortal bonds to eternity's immutable chorus of beauty and bliss
Nocturnal creatures spring from lairs and croon chilling anthem to the blazing panoply
Drawing close to the aura, that attracts,
we savour the scent of its love perfume
but as time passes by, our heart retracts,
since magic that once was, fails to resume.
The rhythm we followed, we now unfollow,
because perhaps love’s echo returned not,
neglect an insult heart could not swallow,
so the rhyme that enchanted, soul forgot.
Ego spawned contractions bind and confine,
anchoring consciousness in a dream world,
reprieve granted when head and heart align,
with the throb of love, flag of God unfurled.
Feel each tremor: ask, to whom does it come ~
Negate nothing: each embrace is welcome