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{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
where you will dance radiant waltzes
haloed free
your laughter pranced across blue walls with
Michael Jackson, Spider-Man, cheeky elves
relishing Kentucky Fried Chicken as you
played scrabble with forlorn neighbour
bony body birthing revolutions of
roulette with green life and grey death
how you endured those precision needles
wanting to drum tapered fingers on
waiting desk overflowing with car sketches
your thirteen year old bald head smiling
veins on an enchanting spring moon as our
hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets
we tried to keep up with you scoffing
encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike
cancer like a chess game mastered chemo
doctors and nurses becoming kings or pawns
time was now or endless pathos stalking minds
Laurel and Hardy keeping hearts unlocked
on Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will
jokingly converse with Pele and his team
soccer ball silent under quiescent table
my ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel
your lips still sucking dripping nipple
freedom moonwalks on a
yellow field of wheat
If disheartned souls are in urgent need of inspiration:
let them search for timeless quotes that define wisdom;
clever minds arm themselves with the elements of intuition,
follow them with admiration and disarm that stalking fanthom...
whenever it threatens convictions with merciless martyrdom!
My quotes are written with profound human perception...
glancing far into the realms of infinity to foresee calamities,
and regardless of its direfulness, I deem its interpretation
to be accurate when matched with the presents chaotic events:
have the astute learned their knowledge from spiritual sources?
Humanity stands on the thin edge of distruction,
omens can predict prophecies through the mediums of the underworld,
but whoever believes in them transgesses against God;
if one knew the time and hour, fear wouldn't cause confusion...
shouldn't we read timeless quotes that define wisdom and be inspired?
Written on 8/8/2017
Oh, how I find sorrow in a twilight
A sky is drawn vast, with artistic flair
With bands of coral crown and florid silk
Sinking low on distant horizon
A bright torch of sad partings...wilting away
Swiftly a world shrinks to gray
Why, does it go, oh solar joy of this day?
Why will a night hold cold dark tidings?
Halting lyrics of birds that sing
Or dancing wind that frolics along a branch?
A pall of isolation now waits in shadows
Stalking as a lion
And worry harbors on downy pillows
As clocks tick slowly in forlorn wail
Black fills a corridor...vanishing this blissful day
Longing holds a night in chains...
I will wait for daylight...
I will wait for his arrival....
For again on rainbow wings
As dawning brings......joy again...
Night will part.....
I will watch as a shining knight of day is born
to walk across in bliss...and hills and sky will kiss....
.....again,...and again.....
And I will always know....
.... with dawning of a crisp bright sky.... a day for now, at last, is born again to own....
Inspired by Nikko's contest "Using no U-M-E" (Thanks to friends who helped me stumble through this challenge! :)
Just like the prodigal son
Who found himself lost and alone
There comes a moment in time
When darkness leaves joy surrounded
By shadows and secrets, weakness
Just like the moment in life
When hope breathes wonder so alive
Through the spirit of those who remember
What it is to know despair, such fear
That nothing in nightmares can compare
Just like the memory reveals
Trembling whispers of inspirations so real
They bring the heart a feeling of light
Grace that appears to bring peace from the doubt
Promising comfort that stirs beneath each prayer
Just like the prodigal son realizes
The way toward home is much more appealing
When there is comprehension of this trouble
Abiding in the winds of seclusion, disillusionment
Burning through the elation, stalking anticipation
Just like the sunlight who rains
Second chances for the kindness of its rays
Reconciling the serenity pleading, praying
For the embrace of a love beyond description
Love like this is more than brilliant – it is exquisite
Love like this is His gift to those who believe Him!
It has long ceased to rain here.
The embers of drought are fanned by the merciless
Hands of hell.
The air is stifling,
The heat insufferable.
I cringe from a long wait on a queue in the narrow
Trench at a fast-drying
Brook.
I wait from the crack of dawn to vespers time,
But not an iota of liquid
The size of miniaturised Sri Lanka in a children’s atlas,
Has creased my aching tongue.
Not one drop.
My chances are scuppered by the returning terns
Who must refuel in readiness for
Another chaotic Atlantic crossing.
A mild squall renews hopes for a pluvial onslaught,
But clouds chose not to weep.
The petulance of spring tempts our fortitude.
As the days stretch with sloth’s speed
In the face of a prickling drought,
I could only drink from an hourglass....
The jaw of Time has broken.
Waves of seas clash on each other and welter
By way of crimson froths.
Bleached by salt,
They taste like mordant fruits,
Biting and scourging my cheeks to the
Fulfilment of stalking and waiting.
There should never be any time that matters
More than any season, no matter the name of
The Calendar — Caesar or Gregory.
As I wait, I finger my hair,
Now whittled by damnation.
I dream according to my visions....
If only opportunities came as regularly as the
Milkman!
Moon rays creeps through darkness gloom of heaven,
Descending upon the small town of Salem.
Chill wind whistles through, forcing shutters to clatter, and wind chimes to ring.
Against scattered grayish clouds across the full moon
Silhouettes of flying, cackling witches on broomsticks and bats.
An open broken window and porch arch way
Monster spiders weaving silken nets to trap their living prey.
Trees tremble, shedding leaves on this cool creepy night.
Feelings of dread, brings silent murmur prayers thorough out the town,
Afraid, bed-sheets would be peeled away as they sleep.
Quenching thirst of Halloween night
Brings out the unforgiving walking stalking dead.
Beware, you might this night be the one, scowling back and forth,
Snarling viciously, with bristling fur, an ugly creature of the night.
10/26/2022
Haunting me, daunting me, & f--king taunting me
Saying that you & I will never, ever again be
I'm just supposedly wasting my time on you - so cut the f--king strings
Those strings held you & I like a kevlar-lined, kryptonite-chained, indestructible trampoline
These voices - they keep stalking me - bouncing off these walls
Ricocheting & reverberating through my stubborn brain
The distorted voices, the screams & the tortures
Are disintegrating & decomposing the very fibres of my being
If you're not here - they're louder, crueler, & so much more bloody mean
The overwhelming, over-analytic, & overly-dramatic contradicting words echoing inside my confused & exhausted brain
It casts an iron shock through me - begging me to forget your memory
Just a parasidic worm taking up hostage inside me
Yet still my stomach butterfly-flips at the instant drop-dead, dreamy, hypnotic, serendipitous disposition of your gorgeousness - teasing me - & is desiring & daring me to resign from this current chapter of mine
It begs me to leave this raw sewage behind - right where it will ing stay
It eerily beckons & bribes me to drink with you - toasting to a long overdue #2
So with a tall glass of good 'ol Sandman - I'll toast to our rekindling for the second time..,
"In the bordering mountains and city streets of Transylvania, the seductive starved immortals appear." quote by poet
Restless is the shadowy inky night,
Even as full moon hangs in possession,
Enthralling hour drench shine encompasses
Fields of living crimson blood lunar light.
A shrill prolonged whistle in the distance
Of alien presence, stalking trickery,
Dialectic abduction, and murder,
Behest by Inhumans complete the night.
Take heed to persons who are brave enough
To be out in the dark, lanterns in hands
Of unsteady fingers, and stumbling steps.
Take any beyond dire utmost caution.
Don't stare paralyzed at red eyes that glare
In ominous dark, warnings of danger
With fear or murdered by a single bite
Of the charismatic hungry vampire.
Orange and black, nature's warning sign
Muscle and grace intertwine
Prowling predator, jungle king
Silent steps, deadly swing
Eyes of amber, piercing gaze
Stalking through the misty haze
Whiskers twitch, sensing prey
In tall grass, the tigers lay
Roar echoes, primal sound
Shivers run, fear abound
Teeth like daggers, claws like knives
One swipe is all it takes for lives
Bengal, Siberian, and Sumatran too
Malayan, Indochinese – precious few
Species dwindling, habitats shrink
Poachers push them to the brink
Solitary hunter, territorial beast
Man and nature, an eternal feast
Powerful swimmer, climber strong
In folk tales and myths, they belong
Conservation efforts, racing time
To save this beast so sublime
Stripes unique, like fingerprints
In-camera traps, we see their hints
Symbol of strength, courage, and might
Tiger burning bright in the night
Apex predator, ecosystem's link
Without them, balance starts to sink
Majestic creature, fierce yet grand
Victim of greed in many a land
But hope remains if we act fast
To ensure the tiger's reign will last
So let the tiger's spirit ignite
A fire in us to join the fight
To keep them roaming, wild and free
A legacy for all to see
Assaulting me! The darkness comes to be
in devil’s guise. Phantom haunts my mind;
in sleep paralysis I cannot flee -
insanity bleeding through ruined rind.
I’m humbled now and at your merciless
whims and words afflicting by your whipping
cruelty I’d endured and what of this -
stranglehold of fear that is so gripping.
The trauma it inflicts does overwhelm
in present as it did in madness past,
as Hypnos slips me blackened nightmare’s realm
my sanity becomes a lone outcast.
Stalking specter and there’s no protections,
I’m the victim with my mind in confines,
house of mirrors broken your reflections;
antagonistic mania still shines.
My life with you; you’re still inside my head,
though self-destruction chose as your fare-well.
Subconsciously you infiltrate with dread
as incubus revenge becomes my Hell.
Susan Ashley
September 23, 2018
*Hypnos: the ancient Greek god of sleep*