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He went into the mountain cave
Hoping his life from Jezebel to save
And a great and mighty wind tore in
But the lord was not in the wind.
Then the earth quaked, and the ridges heaved
But still he wasn't sure that he believed.
He feared imminent death, he felt so alone
The solid earth was full of shattering stone
Then a fire ignited, like candles in air
The trees went in flames, and help was not there
He raised a cloak as defense, dropped his sword
But in the fire there was no sign of the Lord.
He feared quick death, so much chaos around
But through the noise he heard a still small sound.
He walked to the entrance, looked out of the cave
After the destruction - what was left to save?
The voice spoke quietly, said "Why are you here? Go return:
The righteous will join you; the tables will turn."
I'm not sure what the story means
Maybe the idea is all is not what it seems
Perhaps it says to keep your perspective
To maintain hope in an ultimate objective.
When you get to the torrent that you must ford
When you are pursued by an unreasoning horde
When you're inclined to stampede with the herd
Take time to think for yourself, listen for his Word.
'Twas not the first but it was unforgettable,
'Twas not earth shattering but it shocked my soul.
You were there in front of me standing so tall,
I felt so much happiness that my tears began to fall.
I loved it when you wrapped me in your arms,
When you caressed my back with your soft palm.
And when you kiss me for me to feel calm,
It felt like I was safe from any harm.
I'm now craving for nothing but your lips,
Now that we're apart I'm longing for your kiss.
The way you kissed my forehead, my eyes and my cheeks,
It's always you that I miss and your sweet caress.
I know that you're the kind of person who keeps,
But I just let you go because I cared less.
Now I have nothing to do but to reminisce,
Reminisce our past and the taste of our last kiss.
In a land of shadows and shivers, where the sky weeps in silence,
The stars are just crystal tears, and the dream is a pale chimera,
Here is where the longing for the abyss is born, from memories burning like a blaze,
When thoughts are silver butterflies, trapped in a cage of fog.
Under willows that sigh in silence, childhood flows like a river,
Paradoxically, love divides us, yet it also gathers us in a circle,
A front of two dreamer warriors, fighting for lost causes,
Wounded by their fiery wings, falling into an endless sleep.
Lucidity is just another paradox, a drug that heals and hurts,
In the burden of love we find ourselves, both saviors and victims at once,
And hatred is a mask we wear when the heart breaks in silence,
The mirror shattering yesterday's dreams into cold shards of memory.
When dawn awakens from the nightmare, what name do you give this dreamlike state?
Perhaps love is a curse, but also a divine gift,
For I die for your sake, and yet I know, that my ailment is your ailment,
And the harm we do to others is merely the harm that consumes us.
Nothing will ever heal us from this fatal love,
We fall, both you and I, at the same time, into the arms of a lost dream,
In a world where love kills, and yet it also births us anew,
In the eternal dance of longing's affliction, where the dream becomes reality.
I wander through the rust of twilight, carrying your name like a bell melted in a still-throbbing heart
I don't know if I love you or if my pupils just shine under your uncertain and fragile spell
Thoughts flow like glass birds, colliding, shattering, and piecing back together on the retina in a spiral
Sometimes I hide my longing in the pocket of the night, like a firefly afraid of its own blinding light
Other times I would scream until the sky cracks, to hear the echo returning my answer breathed by burning stars
You are the spark that warms the air, but also the sharp frost that freezes the buds of my heart, now fragile
By day I deny you like a mad dream, by night I invoke you in the abyss of the soft hidden pillow
Between these extremes, I breathe, my cough scattering petals of light through the chambers of flesh and memory
You are the elegant ailment that heals me of silence and infects me with symphonies of shiny shards
Yet I continue to sweep the floor of my soul, gathering your fragments, tasting them to see if they still sing
Perhaps on a morning of ashes, I will breathe without you shining, but today I have no closed antidote
Thus I remain suspended between the bell of the heart and the fallen chandelier, hoping that pain sounds like living music
Hurricane Epic Flooding
Alerts; emergency evacuation
is advised for people to leave their homes.
Some people stayed;
secured and board up windows,
sandbags against the doors.
Prayers were said;
“We will be OK, no reason to leave.”
were their replies.
Shadow of darkness slowly crawled over the neighborhoods.
The coarsen tempest struck
shattering the silent calm,
gales moaned and thrashed
with downpours of heavy rain,
slowly water raised filling every drainage ditch.
In shock, tears start to flow
as they watch the water rise up in their yard
creeping closer to their homes.
The downpour of rain doesn’t relent;
the cursed howling winds get stronger.
Weep holes on the brick siding lets water seep inside the home,
never thought to seal the holes as water trickles in.
The day turns into two, then three, then four,
still brown rancid water fills the streets
eddying around front doors and lapping at windows.
“Why didn't we heed the warnings? “
The water is up to our waist,
belongings float inside our homes!
The streets have turned into rivers
and the water have nowhere to go.
The whole city is underwater
and the scent of cold death is in the air.
9/9/2017
perspective
of my pa
different
than my own
eye to eye
we deviate
still
he educates
i don’t learn
anything
except
to listen
to love
to hear
his heartbeat
to joy
always
there’s olives
in his glass
i can hear
the daily
missives
of his martini
speaking
in gentle
low tones
even
his feistiness
is controlled
grief
brought us
together
his goblet
of tears
his plea
“Tell me
she’s somewhere…”
two butterflies
their wing-sets
flapping
as he retrieved
his mail
broken glass
like a
broken heart
on his birthday
their birthdays
a solid shelf
fell
shattering
James Kent
teacups
signs all here
perspective
of my pa
different
than my own
eye to eye
we deviate
3/28/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Written: August 22, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Quote: "We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid." Benjamin Franklin
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Hidden in my heart, a hunter lies fallow,
A frost facade of fervent pride may hollow.
Shattering under its sheer, insane size,
No vacant void where guilt can seal its rise.
Below the confines, formless faces beam,
Brittle grins on my chest cut nerves with seams—
As the majestic sculpture cascades into falls,
Gracious tyrant glides by chest cracked walls.
Tides ditch, serenely, spurred under the sea,
A ship sank, its mission unknown at sea—
A descent into the sea unbending floor,
I hold the rocks but I long to hold the shore.
The true tormentor takes no tangible form,
No nefarious whispers wove evil harm—
It is the icon inspired by my unique mark,
This smothers self, savor its searing spark.
I became my own assassin in the night,
Barricaded windows against forgiving light.
Yet through the broken veneer of my mind,
Merciful patient, yet ruthless and kept behind.
To cracked shards, grief strips shroud away,
A warmth that wipes out the weariest gray—
Swiftly lost in a recurrent rush of raging swells,
The wall of my ego is thrown in deep wells.
World's false smiles fade without a sound—
They hold no power on this holy ground.
Wrapped in a love without horizon trend,
The wounded heart begins to mend.
Wreck is restored, and winter grip releases,
A stillness falls and calms all anxious pieces.
Freed and fruitful, I raise a freshly formed shell,
Embracing this extraordinary, unearned spell.
Like a spirit bathed in a soft warm light
You stepped out of the ethereal mist.
Your beckoning smile
I could not resist.
Your presence was overwhelming,
And engulfing my senses,
Shattering my world
And destroying my defenses
You reached out your hand
And as I held it in mine,
I felt the power of your glory
And knew the meaning of divine
Your touch was so tender
It made my heart weak,
My body felt limp
And I could not even speak
You looked deep in my soul
With eyes so calm and so clear,
Searching for my truth
And all I held dear.
You found my very essence
And the core of my existence
And with unyielding trust
I offered no resistance.
I gave myself freely
With faith and with love,
For I knew in my heart
You were a being from above.
Flirting with oppositional screams
As I grip the reins of a strangled soul
Is not as simple to me as life or death
Moments that are only memories flickering
Like a candle that is burning out
eventually the wick will be spent
The last lick of the flame is what will
Recapture the spirit within these windows
Shining through the cracks
Of this numb body shines a sober
Happiness with a glass shattering
World's away difference
Resiliency riding by my side
Is strength that I own with pride
Flying overhead towards the answers
As if I were jumping onto a moving train
My heart thumps nervously accepting
The truth will not always be what I want
Making up my mind and sticking to it
Is the one peak I climb to reach with gusto
When a heart breaks who hears the shattering sounds?
When sorrow fills a soul who hears it while it drowns?
So bound up is the world that we must go it alone.
No one hears the sounds, its a deafening tone.
That broken heart knows the sounds and searing pain.
That broken heart knows loneliness and familiar rain.
That broken heart will always seek but never find,
That broken heart will knock till lost are soul and mind.
Weak is the heart when life drains slowly from the eyes,
Breath to take is labored, as the soul is tilled with lies...
Slowly falling to the ground, each movement charted well,
Frame by frame is edited, slowly falling into hell...
Sadness is a friend that will walk with me each day,
As the days grow longer there is nothing left to say...
Hollow is the look that from the eyes does dimly glow,
In the end the heart is empty and nothing there will grow...