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He watches her
Smoke rising, playing against her aura
Diamonds in her eyes
Sparkling like the morning sunset
Transcendent goddess
Temple like the minions who befall her
He watches transfixed
The stillness of the day
Dressing her ghost like
Dancers parade
Praying to be the chosen
Diamonds glitter
Charade passes with no promise
Decadent smile betrays her only emotion
The curtain closes
Lesser mortals fated
Sure as day turns to night
Diamonds in her eyes
Deathly kiss, as wolves howl in the night
Clouds free, as the moon searches
Transcending light finds shadow awaiting
Diamonds sparkle
Wolves frenzied as audience is given
Diamonds shine bright
Souls searching for the afterlife
Betrayed by her aura
Coals burn brightly
And the wolves are sated
Dark clouds in the distance
Diminish the burning light
The morning asks why
He watches, transfixed
Diamonds in her eyes.
Written: August 29, 2023
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That which you crave for is looking for you.
In the shadows of your inner being, it brews.
The wound, where pain resides,
Is where the light enters and abides.
The quieter you are, in tranquil repose
The things you yield, as you disclose,
Able to hear the whispers of the divine,
Silence, the language of God, is so fine.
All else is but a poor translation.
When compared to the crucial revelation,
When you start to walk the way,
The path before you will come into play.
Respond to every call that excites,
Your spirit is guiding you to unique heights.
Accept the troubles that come your way,
They hold the key to a brighter day.
The time you adopt your trials with courage
Never leave the silent light door in storage.
When you do things from your rattling soul,
You'll feel a river moving, making you whole.
A joy, deep within, will bubble
As you embark on this key trip, humble
And with each step, your spirit will soar.
Closer to the silent light, forevermore.
A route unseen leads to the silent light.
You will grip where God whispers sight.
An intricate dance of mutual searching.
Light will find a way into the core of one's being.
The wound, a portal where pain and healing collide,
A gateway to the divine, where secrets reside.
As you become quieter, the truth will appear.
Guiding you closer to that which you hold dear.
The pure language of silence talks to the soul.
In the silence, speaks in whispers, an implicit role.
All else is a mere transcription, a feeble attempt,
Capture the essence; the message is unkempt.
So let beat off fear, let throw off doubt,
Embrace the unknown, and let your soul shout.
Respond to every call that stirs your spirit.
For it is the universe's way to lift and uplift.
Two old men. That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces
Upon their welcoming checkerboard.
I placed a solitary peanut into the waiting hands of a small, grey squirrel.
Withdrawing my offer of other gifts, I moved away,
Drawing closer to hear their wrinkled voices still
Clamoring over the last move of their deadly waiting game;
Spattering salty remarks with knowing chuckles of old combatants
Echoing former rattlings of their rusty swords.
Beneath their stubby beards sat the once strong,
Straight line of a stubborn jaw, thrust at life;
Hot for the chase that breached the perimeters of grand arenas
As Time swept aside the long-suffering hours
And slowly chiseled away massive, symmetrical bone.
They had been young, sensuous men with lapping fire at their cores,
Melting away the wet walls of passion and the searing, sticky
Sting of a promising, promiscuous tongue.
Yes, their passion was still lingering there,
Below the masks of debilitating age and cracking bone.
Their passion for life and pleasure still written across their
Wrinkled, wincing brows, clearly there for anyone to read.
I wondered how many summers those faded eyes had squinted
Against a broiling sky and felt the power of that which they are---
Two old gods, sitting in the ruins of their shadowy kingdom passed,
Oblivious to the ticking of unearthly clocks.
Two faded, gnarled and twisted husks sat in peaceful friendship
Beneath the cool and darkening, park lined sky.
Below the surface of their shabby shrouds, pinpoints of eternal, celestial light
Sought the vaporous freedom of untethered ether.
Beneath the surface, the gods still flexed their mighty,
Quiescent muscles, forever young: aged mantles flung
Against Time’s eroding shores and fog misted dangerous rocks.
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[Verse 1]
I was a quiet ache, hidden behind a smile,
Practiced and poised, but I felt out of style.
A soul in exile, lost in a game,
Searching for meaning, wondering why I felt shame.
Then your song came, not like a storm,
But gently like morning, transforming the norm.
It didn’t shout, wasn't loud or obscene,
Just stood there open, letting the Light intervene.
[Chorus]
Remember how to shine, in the shadow's embrace,
Dance with the echoes, let them find their place.
In the rhythm of the night, we’ll break every chain,
No more hiding away, just living free in the rain.
[Verse 2]
You never said I had to be brave,
Just told me to be honest, to find my own wave.
Not seeking perfection, just living in me,
And suddenly, that silence felt holy and free.
The tears I held back, they shimmered like gold,
In your presence found warmth that I’d never been told.
Your words didn’t fix me, they gently unbound,
I stood in your light, feeling lost but found.
[Chorus]
Remember how to shine, in the shadow's embrace,
Dance with the echoes, let them find their place.
In the rhythm of the night, we’ll break every chain,
No more hiding away, just living free in the rain.
[Bridge]
And I stood there bare, trembling as I became,
Not broken, but rising, learning my name.
The Light didn’t judge; it wrapped me in grace,
Reminded me gently of who I can face.
So if this is grace, this radiant undoing,
Let my heart sing again, spark the joy that’s renewing.
[Break]
Let the Light find me, let the darkness wane,
Dancing in the purple rain, forgetting the pain.
[Chorus]
Remember how to shine, in the shadow's embrace,
Dance with the echoes, let them find their place.
In the rhythm of the night, we’ll break every chain,
No more hiding away, just living free in the rain.
[Outro]
So sing it again, let it ring high and fine,
Until I forget how to hide, and only remember how to shine.
The silence I feared becomes my new song,
In the essence of Light, I’ve finally belonged.
President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar
Promises of pardoned traitors
Reek like ancient regrets.
Exhibitions,
Steeped in rapacity.
Inured to light, they
Dominate blindly
Evoking the same air of oppression
Noteworthy of the days of yore.
Traitors in transit, trampling as they go.
Over us, they bellow.
Lording it, they rule
Under the guise of foreign dogmas,
Silence all demanding.
Egocentric beasts with rotund bellies
Gloats with our reserves.
Unaffected by the groaning of a people
Nestled in penury.
Our Overseers,
Behemoths, disguised,
Assiduously make us the
Shame of the whole world while
At perfect ease with themselves.
Neglecting the many sufferers about, they
Jostle for private vaults in Zurich as
Our poverty became their riches.
And the bespectacled gargoyle
Trenched in the prison called Rock.
Impervious to all wisdom,
Kept an unholy vigil as
Undertakers beckoned suddenly.
Archetypical simpletons, they
Bask in gaudy wealth
Untouched by the miseries surrounding them
Building high walls to keep prying eyes away.
Atop Hills, perched like Vultures,
Kleptocrat searching for new honour.
Aglow in oily garbs, they
Regale themselves, as the world looks on in amazement!
Particles of sweat, creeping into the
panoramic canvas...
Your body is like a flower vase, crowded
with freshly bloomed flowers of the
arbour of love,
I asked you wherefrom you have brought them...
Silent you were.
Thereupon your fingers were fidgety,
sauntering through my bare back,
A tingling sensation, a mild line of
blood, or I might have been wrong,
for your pale neck was intact when
a uniform oval sign of love was dug there,
by my trembling teeth, undisturbed, unperturbed
by the external disturbances.
Just like Ulysses was searching for his
destination, my hands, in pursuit of your
pleasure hotspot,
around and around would roam aimlessly.
Let us live through the moments, for the
freshly bloomed flowers would be wrinkled again
until they are rejuvenated
by my spurt of love
Sarban Bhattacharya
The room was alive with colour, dancing rainbows swirling under the glowing golden chandelier.
Laughter filled the air, no one noticed the young girl tending to a single tear.
The warmth of the room was not felt upon her pale skin, she felt only the harsh frost of her fathers love.
The white ivory keys from the piano played, with each striking note she once again felt her fathers riding glove.
Whilst lost in her thoughts, soul searching upon an empty river bed that dried up seasons ago.
Her fiancé walks over to her and reaches out his hand, an offer to dance was all he could do to ease this young girls woe.
He was not a bad man as his bank glowed with gold, his heart was warm and kind much like that of her late mother.
Alas for these kind qualities could not change the fact, her heart had fallen for another.
They twirled and danced, clapped and smiled her ears were filled with music and laughter.
But beneath it all was pain and confusion, her mind was filled with the spiteful words of her father.
Earlier that day he had tried to beat sense into her, she was to marry a decent man and that was final.
With a loving blow only a father could give, he believed that her desires of sharing a bed with another woman was alterable.
They both knew that his attempts were in vain, she had been like this for years and nothing would change.
Her father had always despised her, the daughter he believed to be strange.
No one would know that tonight's dance would be her last, that her life would be cut short upon the morrow.
Her death much like her mother, suicide or murder one would never know.
But until that moment comes her father stands silent and alone, holding a crimson glass of his favourite Bordeaux.
In the corner of the ballroom he watches her with a stern look, his face cast in shadow by the golden chandeliers glow.
With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze intrudes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung
You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses cannot compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair
Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you,
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo
The butterfly flutters by, in whimsical routine
I see him circle round my head, as if to play a game
A tease you are, dear butterfly, I cannot intervene
We will be friends, or more than that, tho' it may be insane
I'll tell you mine, you tell me yours, or do you have a name?
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For PD. Butterfly Contest
So, this is a love letter
from me
to you
for us.
Quiet Cream
and well moisturized Tan
were my first warm
and appreciative glimpse of you
Engaged listener.
Looks gay men in wounded eyes
while listening,
then speaking,
searching for
and finding acceptance,
at least for here
and now.
While both our neuro-systems ask,
with each breath inhaled,
Am I safe?
Each breath exhaled,
Is this healthy?
Or maybe,
ummm...
"I'll have to think about that."
Not so much
as a glance my witnessing way,
Wondering,
Is he why I am here?
I hope
Would I be appropriate
to here become
for just one Other?
You were not distracted
easily
from eyes
and voices
surrounding your place
in this 44th chapter
in not patriarchal,
but truly not green ecofeminist either,
Gayla BTQ versatile,
exclusive top,
promiscuously inclusive bottom,
anonymous,
romantic-erotic,
occasionally sacredly orgasmic,
political sex health histories.
I wondered
then
as now
where we could fit
In gaps of loneliness
of not being fully known,
exposed,
spiritually and naturally naked
transparent
vulnerable,
fully co-invested,
transculturally cooperative,
co-empathic
co-passionate,
quietly completing each other's unsaid senses,
thoughts,
integrity,
warmth,
refulgent clenching
quenching wetness.
Then, that first smile
just for me.
I am lost in your white teeth,
left-sided dimple,
eyelashes heavy lidding brown-eyed welcome
despite it all
Trust in integrity's healing potential
after considering all losses,
stressors,
past troubling relationships
in gay white male privilege.
There we were
and here we are
ongoing
Me
writing this love letter,
You
curiously waiting to hear
and see
and feel,
to touch
and be touched by,
something possibly on your way,
a lovely surprise
Because
No one writes love letters
evermore
Painlessly including
those inhaling ecstasy
for quiet Cream
and well-moisturized Tan.
The self-obsessive free will seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an unreal veil transient,
obscures the ordained pathway God paves,
that l need to travel for it’s designed at His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate life’s tenets encompassing the ego
in the ignorant realm of fantasized self-deception.
Unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair, I take
an inward journey through layers of consciousness,
perceive in the soul the radiance of divine beacon,
illumining the corridor leading to the abode of bliss.
After the ill-conceived venture the errant mind
finds the gloomy path of introspection lightened,
the secret door of the inner sanctum opens,
where suffused with divine light the lotus blooms.
When the soul shines in spiritual glow in inner space
as the unfurled petals of the consciousness flower,
in my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I perceive the grace of God within the sacred bud.
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August 26, 2022
Contest : Where Is God Hiding
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker