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In the deepest darkest depression, a void where stars expire, A mind adrift in cosmic gloom, no orbit to aspire. No comet’s blaze, no planet’s course, no light to guide the way, A nebula of shattered thoughts, where hope has bled to gray.
Within this skull, a black hole reigns, where memories collapse, Each fleeting dream, a dying sun, snared in despair’s cold clasp. No galaxy to cradle life, no spark to warm the night, The heart, a derelict moon, spins in eternal blight.
What path, what purpose, what faint star could steer this barren drift? The cosmos leers, a hollow vault, its spheres no longer lift. No warmth, no tide, no radiant dawn to pierce this stellar grave, A universe of ash and dust, where only shadows rave.
And lo, the end, a singularity, with icy tendrils near, Doth whisper low, a final pull, to vanish in its sphere. To merge with naught, to cease, to fade, in dark oblivion’s maw, No fight remains, no will endures, no dread to cling or gnaw.
Yet still I linger, bound to flesh, in this celestial tomb, A specter lost in starless depths, where only anguish looms. The deepest darkest depression grips, a cosmos cold and vast, My soul, a wraith in lifeless voids, forever doomed to last.
Kiss her only if your gaze can open the gates to a fairytale realm,
where your lips unravel mysteries hidden beneath the cosmic dust of time,
where her body is not just a sanctuary but a universe waiting to be explored,
where her tongue is an arena of silent conflicts, woven with the names of ghosts.
She has burned through her own essence, becoming human as much as the sky allows,
she has stitched her heart with threads of fury, closed wounds forgotten by other lovers,
spoken in undeciphered dialects, carving truth onto ancient walls,
if you don't see the poetry in her ruins, your presence is just a shadow in the wind.
Kiss her only if you have the courage to bear the weight of her name as a gift,
to bleed in the colors of her soul like an artist creating their art,
to have the devotion to meet her where she stands—unwavering, regal,
anything else is a lie, and she has swallowed enough illusions already.
She is both prayer and plague, a scripture demanding to be understood,
kiss her only if you have the heart to stay, to know all her faces,
to unravel her mysteries and embrace her shadows that dance silently,
for anything else is an empty promise, and she has lived through enough lies.
Heart of mine
Cry and feel again,
oh thou heart of mine heart.
Afford me peace of mind,
be moved and beat once again in my depths;
for a dream within me, that happiness will yet save ye a dance.
Am I still unchanged short of you?
A change of heart, a change of mind?
Now my dry but once passionate heart;
Old and cynical my once young gullible heart
The wineskin remains young still but within,
through trials of strife i´ve long matured
and i am very weary Cynicism now my gullibility.
A pyre for my humour.
A change in order and value.
Second guessing my heart; so now do I love with mind?
Thoughts askew, muddled with hurt.
Emotions buried deep down the chaos of my present state.
Shot circuited, disconnected; woe thou my little heart and rue the day you broke; for now mind teacheth ye cold reason.
Loving you and hurting.
Knowing that you hurt so much.
I groan trying to squeeze out that tear, I writhe in pain; I will cry yet.
Already missing you; I will break that age old glacier and cry with a heart that truly lives.
I must find strength to love and let go?
Well what doubts we had; doubt is a double edged sword. It hacketh both ways.
Live once again for those whispers and dreams, the dancing shadows of a candlelit fire.
The dreams we shared, Pesky dreams and big dreams alike.
Finding reasons to stop crying. Finding reasons to laugh at cynical humour; finding reasonable reasons to Love with both mind and heart.
Does this end?.....
Oh! Thou Heart of flames
Cry and feel again,
Blaze oh thou heart of mine heart.
Afford me peace of mind,
be moved and beat once again in my depths;
for a dream within me, that happiness will yet save ye a dance.
In Florida counties a shadow is cast,
Resides corruption, a damning blast.
Where truth's obscured by a darkened hue,
In counties cloaked, the tainted few.
In Orange's grasp, a sleight of hand,
A web of deceit across the land.
Broward's halls echo with deceit,
Where honesty finds no safe retreat.
Miami-Dade, where palms are greased,
In shadows lurk, the wicked feast.
Palm Beach sways with ill-gained might,
Where virtue's lost, submerged from sight.
Hillsborough's tale, a stain unseen,
The truth entangled in a web so keen.
Lee County's woes, a murky tide,
Where trust erodes, and hope subsides.
Let's seek reform, where darkness reigns,
Expose the truth, break free from chains.
For in these counties, hope resides,
To cleanse the stain, where virtue hides.
In quiet moments, I reflect on shadows of my past,
Pondering the choices made, the lessons learned at last.
Each day I face the echoes of those I let down,
In my pride, I forged my path, yet wore a heavy crown.
My flesh led me in circles, tripping on my own despair,
Now I gaze upon my choices, heavy burdens that I bear.
Karma’s ledger calls my name, debts stacked high in regret,
A haunting reel of wrongs replayed, a truth I can’t forget.
One fear clings to my spirit: this awakening might fade,
So I pray to rise above the old ways I once laid.
Yet temptation scratches softly at the door of my resolve,
Whispering of failures past, reminding me to dissolve.
But I’ve faced my demons, and their worn-out song I know,
With faith as my foundation, I refuse to fall below.
It’s easy to slip back into shadows of my old design,
Yet the light within me shines, a strength that’s truly mine.
The greatest gift I’ve found is the essence of my soul,
A solid ground for living, a purpose to make me whole.
God’s signs were all around me, yet I turned a blind eye,
It took the loss of everything to finally hear the cry.
My father warned of stubborn ways, of paths that lead to pain,
His wisdom fell like raindrops, but I poured it down the drain.
Sometimes I wonder, if I’d chosen a different route,
Would my parents still be here or would I be without?
Yet I must embrace the past, for it cannot be undone,
The choices that I make today, their legacy lives on.
In every step I take, I hope they see me rise,
Hoping now they’re proud of me, while in the afterlife.
So here I stand in solitude, with lessons carved in stone,
A journey filled with heartache, but so much of me has grown.
In the tapestry of life, I weave a brighter thread,
With love and hope as guiding stars to the road ahead.
By the pond, gloomy thoughts fail me
As I watch swans' shadows drift by--
Elegant their sway along water ‘s trail
Unlike the tight gait of my body,
My spine drooping low as duskfall ebbs:
Out of wonder, my bleak eyes marvel
At a bird-dance rivering into night ,
Where flutters of plume bounce sublime
Like velvet outlines robed in pearled wings.
Through their spin, I ache for abandon
Where I seek this pleasure of Now
To jiggle on, to feed on what's present :
There, then... swans suddenly whirl around me
Pure and possessed as moon’s climb...
Enthralled, my arms run with the breeze
Tiptoeing wildly past the crystal bend
My soul echoing, ' dance me in starlight,'
And relishing such bliss... without restraint!
After "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe
how long shall I be dreaming
of this place where darkness abounds
who shall lift me gleaming
show me your light and heavenly sounds
(or are you the reaper, coming for my eyes)
none then come to douse my sorrow
can there be such, so morbid as this
a smile or a whisper, could I not borrow
a scent, enchanting laughter, one last kiss
(oh reaper no need for a raven disguise)
the wind howls at me, hurling shadows
I am but one step from the door
I think of her and my heart slows
this loss is eating away my core
(oh reaper why seek so my demise)
incessant, ticking time peace on the wall
speed up now for this lonely lost soul
take me from this sorry night’s thrall
ah but I see, can I ever again be whole
(I forget reaper, you own these night skies)
why then contemplate matters so grave
surely shall my spirit soar again
and yet my love I could not save
this place forever then a place of pain
(come on then reaper, together shall we rise)
In deep hills green we lay my dear,
I dream of rain, of snow falling;
of lakes- the sky and wind calling.
Our time so sweet, so fine each year,
my sweet beauty never be gone;
just love me, let no darkness yawn.
With you, I knew such joy- oh tear!
Shadows beneath the soil, whispers,
of magic- each dance, all chapters.
We had this love's embrace- oh fear!
Heartbreak in my spirit and soul,
broken, our dreams to death's keyhole.
Will death just take- will God just hear?
Oh please let our love soar endless,
in peace let our love be ceaseless.
In deep hills green we lay my dear,
Our time so sweet, so fine each year.
With you I knew such joy - oh tear!
We had this love's embrace- oh fear!
Will death just take- will God just hear?
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November 19, 2017
Poetry/Constanza/To My Beauty, Constanza
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9635-36-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
In ancient tombs where pharaohs rest,
Lies a poem that speaks of the dead,
Etched in stone, it tells their tale,
Of kings and queens, now turned to pale.
The words they whisper, soft and slow,
Echo through the halls below,
Of grandeur, power, and might,
All vanished in the endless night.
The poem speaks of a life once lived,
Of triumphs, glories, and achievements,
But all of that is now long gone,
And all that's left is a solemn song.
In the shadows, the dead lie still,
Their spirits gone, their bodies nil,
And in their place, a poem remains,
To tell their story, and ease their pains.
The verses speak of a life well spent,
Of battles fought, and kingdoms bent,
Of love, of loss, of hope, of pain,
Of joy, of sorrow, and of gain.
The poem speaks of a time long past,
Of treasures lost, and fortunes amassed,
Of glory fading, and fame gone by,
Of empires crumbling, and rulers that die.
Yet, in the words that echo through,
There is a message, bright and true,
That all that we do in life will fade,
But our legacy, in stone, will be laid.
For even when we're gone and dead,
Our stories will live on instead,
In poems, songs, and tales untold,
For generations to come, to behold.
So let us live our lives with care,
And leave a legacy, bright and fair,
That when we're gone, and laid to rest,
Our deeds, will tell our best.
Music drifts through the shadows of the night
As lovers dance under a Wolf Moon's glows
Wrapped in glorious glimmers of starlight
Where hands gently merge as unseen time slows
They caress the heart with their eyes alone
And give birth to fervor they feel within
Where flowering blooms grow from love's seeds sown
Nurtured by feathered flames embraced again
To draw them nearer and pause with a kiss
In a moment sensual and silent
Where lover's tongues search for erotic bliss
They find a welcomed hunger compliant
Only lovers can feel love's realm as one
Beneath the cloak of night's beauty finespun
1/31/21
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