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"Departure"
In the majestic curves of galactic arms
we choose to dissolve all war and hate
we venture forth fast away from primeval captivity
into the unknown welcoming cardiomegaly of It
what waits like Kaa wrapped around our scorched fate
beckoning our inner worlds like glowing orbs
we are swallowed into the burning crystal ball
Its starry gates open like god-like jaws
evolving like Paleolithic tadpoles old stone age
lacking tales to execrate all the obdurate
their time will come when all is far too late
and their karma is to remain to do it all again
fortune’s for the brave
freedom's for the few
we choose It like The Chosen do
to turn our backs on all that human hate
we raise our minds
we raise our eyes
our heart's electric
sending morse code messages
we begin to watch
the open skies of Blue
for forgotten arrivals
seen through moving clouds obscured
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Although I am raising a tapir,
I don't know since when.
I don't know
where he came from or how I wound up in raising him;
I am raising him only because he is there by my side.
He is neither cute nor of amiable nature.
He doesn't sleep while I am sleeping and
feeds from the crumbs of my dreams that have fallen on the floor.
One day the tapir,
although fed by my dreams
he disappeared from my side.
My sleepless nights began from that day,
they really are an unbearable series of chaotic nights,
I was suffering from night after night of evil dreams.
Because of the countless wakeful nights,
I lost my sense to distinguish night from day; became
unable to tell myself as to real or unreal in the standing-still-time.
Wherefore I began to roam aimlessly
searching for myself just like a sleep-walker.
My ego, unknowingly, while I was lost from myself, left me
and stepped into a wasteland no one seems to have ever stepped in;
astoundingly, however, I found an abandoned gold mine
which swallowed heaps of gold diggers' dream, body
and soul standing before me open-mouthed.
Although a gallery was glowing with golden color
it was darker, deeper and damper then the grave.
And when I stepped in the gallery which seems
so feeble that it may collapse at any moment,
I saw my tapir gazing at me gloomy-eyed.
Whether he was sorry or delighted to see me again,
or maybe hated me for not coming earlier to find him;
I was glad, nonetheless, I saw myself reflecting in his pupils.
I felt I had unloaded all those heavy burdens I was carrying all along,
and because my mind became so at ease that I got into a deep sleep,
lay by his side and beat less my heart ceased.
Note: By old Chinese tale:: a tapir is said to eat man’s nightmares.
I confess I painted you in pastels, ]
by Torilee86 on February 17, 2026. © Victoria Jones
I confess I painted you in pastels,
soft blues bleeding into morning sky,
pink whispers of what I thought was love
brushed across the canvas of my broken heart.
Each color carries the weight of words I swallowed,
each stroke once a dream now folded into silence.
I spent days mixing and blending colors
trying to make something beautiful out of my pain.
I confess I am still painting,
still adding layers to this scene,
hoping the pastel color and soft edges
will make sense of the sharp corners,
Jagged edges that tore me apart.
multi nuanced
flavour
many coloured
& aromas to savour
always in the taste
& swallowed
without haste.
bottled
magnums
& jereboam,
bouquets
to hint
of lemon & jam
chadonnay shiraz
sauvignon
tempranillo
merlot jostle
in a throng
of
wein germanic
bernkastel moselle
&
the trinity
champagne
sherry& port
the latter
stilton's best escort
beaujolais
loved
by the light-hearted
a lingering thirst&
race
to import
first
none
can surpass
rioja's reserva
at a thousand feet
oak aged
ripened
in summer heat
I stood up on the table to see what was there and the ground began to shake throwing objects all over the place; the tall building collapse and sinks instantly into the ground the house fell on its side covering everyone alive.
The trees began to tumble down and the mountains give way and the earth swallowed up its prey and the bridge that connects the cities crashes suddenly and fell into the sea and a ferocious wind began to blow tossing the city to and fro.
Screams and shout echoes from a distance and the heavens open its pregnant wings and empty gallons of water in the dry stream and the desert crawls helplessly on its broken knees and soaked its body.
The tectonic plate has shifted and I moving into another direction, it has been going on for more than three billion years and it is finally getting there. A three-dimensional figure is converging in the center, the transformation has begun, and the earth is singing a new song. The wall of the city has broken down and wanderers were ejected from the town, everything is closing in and a new atmosphere is chiming in.
Things happen suddenly to throw you off balance and the big crack across the street is telling you that the journey is complete; it took the travelers by surprise but there was nothing much that they could do but put on a different pair of shoes and watch the earth tectonic plates grind past one another, releasing lots of energy around the corner. It spews lava out of the ground and the molten rock deep within the earth is moving rapidly between the tectonic plate.
I can feel the magma under my feet, and I have an urgent message to complete, the magma is moving towards the east and the temperature is cursing over a hundred degree.
The heavens above are getting warm and the landscape is changing its form. The mountain is modifying it ridge and the magma is escaping over the hill; the plates are sliding past each other, and they are spreading between one another forming a tapestry all over the place you have to get ready for the marathon race.
The city center is closing down, and the people are evacuation out of the town. You must prepare for a crucial showdown. The tapestry is spreading and transforming the entire town.
I see only dread
in the break of day
if I lie with my thoughts
they'll devour me
all concepts lead
to forked tongues
I trust nothing
as I know of the arrows
shooting left and right
until this dread is swallowed
starts to occupy within, by my own hand
and I cough it up
- examine its contents
mentally swing
from limb to limb
over reliant
on the gait cycle
mistaking stagger
for momentum
I need only step back
join the dots
scan the reference points
mindful
not
to
loop
infinity
predictions may be on the nose
observations kept intense
until curated
should I care to unravel them
I regress
regret
feel sorrow -
that every star-filled sky
becomes a named constellation
Inspired by Morning Star (L'étoile matinale) - Miro
When the chandeliers shattered, we did not stop.
The velvet faded first, then the gilded mirrors,
then the faces of the people who paid to watch us float.
It is easy to move when the world is watching -
when the floor is polished, and the lines are clear.
Anyone can waltz under a brilliant sun.
Then, the quiet room swallowed the light,
and the floor became an ocean of pitch.
In the dark, your face was the first thing I lost.
I could no longer prove you were beautiful.
I could no longer check if you were looking back.
There was only the sudden, violent weight of your pulse
pressed against the center of my palm -
the singular proof that I was not alone.
The panic was a cold stone in my throat.
To take a step into absolute blackness
is to demand that the earth meet your foot halfway.
We stumbled. You bruised my ankle;
I tore the hem of your coat.
The rhythm degraded into something raw, unpolished,
stripped of all the graceful lies we rehearsed.
We stopped dancing for the audience, for the music,
for the fragile illusion of control.
We danced to prove that two people,
lost together,
are no longer truly lost.
The dark does not ruin a dance; it reveals it.
It strips away the performance until only the structure remains -
two bodies, breathless and terrified;
proving that a blind fall
held tightly enough,
holds more beauty in its terror
than perfection ever knew.
A dry habitat where sailing boats were invented
and the paper, pens, keys and toothpaste.
Also where beer was a national currency
and the last dress standing is preserved.
This dwelling offers worship to more than a thousand deities
and cats’ funerals are honoured with the shave of the eyebrows
The most numbered Arab citizenry
possessing the globally most spanned river course.
Eye painting is practiced by both genders
for healing ability and a cover against the sun.
Even with the myth of mummification and the awe of Giza
It is certainly true that one of its habitations
Was found to be swallowed by the sea
"When you look good but the world has freaked you out too much to communicate." ~ Rose McGowan
My poem is inspired by Rose McGowan. Thank you for being brave.
The silent scream
By Michelle Morris
28/10/2023
The silent scream
Haunts your dreams
You're a beautiful star
On the Hollywood scene
Your remember her
That sweet, young girl
Who swallowed her rage
Like a bitter pill
All the misogyny
All the abuse
They tried to silence her
Your powerful muse
But no more, no more
Her power taken back
The #MeToo movement
Remedied some of the bad
But restitution
And forgiveness
Is not easily earned
Or grants karmic appeasement
Life goes on
And so must you
Stronger and braver
Like a warrior true
Even though this world
Has let you down
It's not all humanity
Just the cowardly clowns
Those ones dressed up
Disguised behind doors
With titles and money
Supporting their stories
Those dark souls who lie
Obfuscate and cheat
Fabricate and take
For power and greed
The silent scream
Hidden no longer
It's now free and loud
To communicate honestly
The kingdom is open
Secrets and lies revealed
Innocence and youth
No longer there for stealing
Empowerment of self
Women and girls
Brave enough to speak out
Against a misogynistic world
Because, looking good is great
But feeling good is better
May the world grant you wishes
For a happier forever
And may every person
Experience dignity and freedom
To live a life of choices
And a path that's meaningful
Truth and respect
Justice and peace
Kindness and compassion
Love and honesty
No more silent screams
No more hurt and pain
Every soul shining brightly
As we elevate our game
© Michelle Morris, 2023
She lite the candle and then knelt down on her knees
Life so tough to handle she offered God up her pleas
She called out in such pain but in a soft gentle voice
And there was nothing in vain as she chose to rejoice
He had lost nearly everything and felt all broken apart
Having nothing else to bring but the feelings in his heart
With his head in his hands so many problems he must face
But knowing He understands and receiving His grace
Having never once tried or ever known of His Way
He swallowed all his pride yet he still had his say
Now accepting of his loss like an ointment to a sore
Jesus carried that cross so you need not anymore
No problem is ever too great nor is He ever that far
As the words that you state will reveal who you are
There will always be tests but reach out for His Hand
He will do the rest in helping you to understand