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The Glamour Frosted Yin Pixies Sonnet
Fae realms unleash visions of the mighty
Pixies in bright orbs, dancing elements
Springtime's glowing spheres blossom merrily.
These radiant Pixies court petulance.
Faces bloom in flowers drawn on vectors.
Orbs offset the rhythm of creation.
Glamour-frosted forests gleam with mentors,
Humming Earth's song of breathing vibration.
Glimmergroves cloak realms where Faeries convey
Moonstone messages that softly whisper,
While elementals do rise to obey
Pixies Guarding their roots, soft and tender.
Our Pixie Kin wear green crowns that seem spellbound,
With petal-pink wings flapping all around!
The Radiant Pursuit of Yang Glitch!
Blazing light fuels hearths forever glowing.
Sunbeam of warmth flow forever to you.
Our emerald garden keeps on glowing.
Meeting the dawn with radiant pursuit.
Alluring ancient truths teach us lessons.
Old myths connect us deeply with the past.
A sacred glitch in matrix-bound heavens.
Is designed with algorithms that lasted.
Try to envision our starry future,
Offbeat, with golden codes in cosmic skies,
All within the deep mainframe computer,
Howling beneath the Hunter Moon's disguise!
My stunning starboard overture still rings,
Yielding the shimmer that crescendo brings!
Yielding the shimmer that crescendo brings!
They said a visit to your shrine would pave an easy way to heaven;
Lord, little did I know once there I'd never return.
Your fury and Your rage finally brought me to my righteous place;
for long we took for granted Your loving and beautiful face.
On being born as humans we'd often gloat;
it now pains to see how like ants our dead bodies float.
A mortal being at Your mercy begging You for peace;
what sacrifice shall I now make for You in order to appease?
You loosened the waters and You blew the wind;
like messengers of death they turned cold and blind.
At Your behest taking everything in their wake - our bodies and the trees;
amazing how even death can come with so much ease!
Lord, now my soul will linger here for eternity;
in your peaceful abode I have found my sanctity.
But if at all You shall give me another body, another face;
I promise You Lord I will find my way back to Your place.
Once again for You to unleash Your fury,
and once again for my mortal being to be ravaged!
(Dedicated to Lord Shiva and the thousands of pilgrims who lost their lives in the floods in Uttarakhand, India)
In the shadow of reason, a forsaken house can be glimpsed,
An forgotten place, where memories are just pale echoes.
In the pockets of the soul, unachievements linger,
Massive dreams, lacking the spark that could be.
On the field of reason, a freshly-sprung meadow stretches,
And that familiar white fence, vanishes into the void of dreams.
The word "important" gets lost, melts into oblivion,
Nothing from "in reason" leaves traces in the world of revelations.
But when you abandon reason, you unshackle the chains of the impossible,
It, the brother of reason, two faces of the same mythical being.
One spits fire and brimstone, the other lives without hope,
Together, eternally bound, Yin and Yang, in the dance of times.
They were once a purpose, a subtle promise of the possible,
They had a "something", a "maybe", a fine thread of hope,
At the end, only a pale echo of a forsaken dream remains.
Dream of gates opening,
When "impossible" is erased from your restless heart.
In the depths of darkness, in the cry of "no",
In the absurdity of abandoning reason,
There you will find the essence of metamorphosis,
There where the perfect circle of invention was born.
With the black shovel, dig through bone,
Through the skull, touch the core of thought,
Cross the heart, the depths of being.
There, on the fine line between madness and enlightenment,
There is the path, the untrodden road.
Forsake reason, leave behind old dogmas,
Fly on the unbounded wings of freedom,
Show your true nature, unleash your wild spirit.
Let the lights shine, let the scene of life ignite,
DANCE!
In this mystic journey, beyond the bounds of reason,
In this dance of the liberated spirit,
Discover the world born from the abandonment of constraints,
Where genius and madness meet, in a waltz of transcendence.
A Moment of your Time
I was just going through my head notes and re-wrotes....
and came up with a finished writing that will become a re-write piece to say the least....I begged and pleaded with this now completed much needed sheet of paper that let my pen...that I used...
to write a complete poem to compete and show 'em me the "Eh Hem Pete"..... hi....may I....have a moment of your time? to unleash my mind from this surge of words that I purge from my eyes so I won't be going blind no more
or suffer from the eyes sore that I bare and bore before...it's not fair to endure a nightmare...or stare at the door when I'm awake...looking for...something to adore...but see nothing more....I care...but I swear...I will not compare my writing free to my daydreams and streams of words that I see to other people's poetry
I am merely just being me...
myself and I...hi...can I have a moment of your time? to unwind these blind binding words that are becoming more and more my vision...it's like I'm in a prisoned prism...locked down pen in hand...writing position...GO!...but woah...where do I start?...how could I part the ink from the pen...
and begin to write a rewrote note....on this sheet of paper? I know...here we GO....creator...Roses are Red...Violets are Blue...never mind...can you give me a moment of your time....?
can you be so kind...and listen or read and comprehend as i stand here and recite these blinding words that I will rewrite....
that my Pen's ink will bleed to
write from its statue of nature onto this sheet of Paper from my mind the creator...
Can I have A moment of your Time?
Crying out to God with problems to face
vying with sleep, my thinking's a chore.
Buying back time while seeking His ear,
trying to pray sounds more like a snore.
How to decide the time that one prays -
vow to start praying ere time is spent,
bow, recognizing distress in life's mess.
Thou, Father God, my empowerment!
Releasing my prayers all through the day,
decreasing the chance of mere desperation,
policing my actions, God's will to unleash,
unceasing prods of prayer's conversation.
Ablaze with light, each new moment is born.
Praise for God's strength after trust's rebirth;
malaise withdraws in the wake of belief.
Thruways of prayer help me cope on earth.
January 12, 2020
contest: Let's Write a Lento
host: Dear Heart
I wonder, myself whom I venerate
the voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
the hive of my life I strive to relate
aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
the quest for mines of gems never shall end
the harsh thrusts I've learned not to deplore
for every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
medallions feeding souls to never starve
the bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding beauty has no price
Unforgettable seeds reaped by the wise.
June 27th, 2018
For many years, there the sphinxes lay
Entombed in decorated silent graves,
Whose reminiscence amaze the present day.
When deities emerge out of nine decades.
The lost city unearthed something else.
Myths entrench in fear by the same wind,
Secret elements of powers and fragile pieces,
Those rare mementos buried in the sand.
Prophecy revives the spells outside
Worlds in code of metaphysical status,
Stand resolute where sand dunes subside,
To unleash the powers of dark recesses.
Elliptical shrines lost in the track of our mind,
Defining age with the archetypal grains,
Dunes of Guadalupe covered in layers of sand,
Timeless images enslaved on silent plains.
Where symbolism of the ancient world
Meet beauty and harmony of the new age
Subliminal entities, interpretation of the soul
Incarnation carved out of limestone decrease image.
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger" - Constance La France
Sometimes I find myself at war
With obstacles that life unleash
And I enter the battlefield
To defeat them, or die trying.
I go deep into the trenches
To fight all of mine.
I meet the obstacles head-on...
I fight my way in
And out of them with faith and grit.
When life's dragons come
Breathing fire and baring their fangs
I unsheathe my sword
And face them.
I've stared down many mountains...
Imposing and towering some may be,
Yet I claw my way to the summit.
I refuse to let any obstacle
Standing in my way, giant
Or infinitesimally small,
Get an upper hand.
I've felt life's vicious hook on my chin...
Though knocked flat on the ground,
I did rise, and I'm still here
I don't retreat from the hardships
Nor surrender to them, neither should you.
Slay all of life's dragons
Standing tall.
Writing Challenge - "V" Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Inspiration with a theme of - Introspection
Date written: 11/22/2022
Unwashed but felt, my single to every a tear sunk with the rain
Is there no life of my own can I exchange for hers to remain?}
“Though your heart may be pitiful in nature
It is seen that strength exist in one’s heartfelt structure
The tragedy witnessed is indeed uncalled for and unkind
The wrath of the Leech-King has succeeded in breaking the chains of time
However one is to think the terrors it is capable to unleash
Isn’t to be as compared to the horrors the spawn leeches it release
One being underway to consume the life of the Mistress of War
Tasting the blood, licking the soul till finally of death to befall
Yet, death is only to be the beginning of her worst nightmare
The service to the void must she forever be in servitude to bare
Time is always against those who would seek the path of faith
Every turn is only to promise another tide of evil to wave
I speak solemnly in words for my powers isn’t harvested for healing
Neither is The Angel of Dreams capable of such cursed nurturing
The Word however, will have a way to alleviate this travesty
Yet, time isn’t to favour one’s path towards the ultimate destiny
Perhaps only a day or two remains before Alkaiya is to turn side
And to have one as Holy to abide to The Void… is as well to welcome eternal night
Be warned Knight of the Word, Alkaiya is one’s guide within The Ancients
Where one is to be lost, all is lost… and either will be banished from existence
There is still a providential way to prevail over this quandary
Though it isn’t to cure fully, it is however the unsurpassed remedy
There is a God, a fallen God alike The Befallen Angel of Dreams
A day’s walk to the Mount of Ecilia is where he resides therein
I am not to promise a conceivable outcome to foresee
I can only assure… this being the finest proposal to be
And one need not fear to be alone, for I will guide the way
If not to ensure for the lives of the Champions… remains to stay
Live and let live one’s destine life within The Ancients to be
Do not be troubled by an enigmatic outcome, one is unable to see
Our paths must we bear the burdens our tormented souls will lead
My once path directed to failure where you must now succeed
Let us be on our way to ascend the treacherous mountains upon
To be there, will one’s subsequent path be unraveled along…”
Severely withdrawn as a doggone lad...
I wanted someone to hear me shout for help
as recently recalled
when yours truly a little barking whelp.
After conversing with Amélie Beth
(yesterday February 26th, 2021)
yes, the same sibling diagnosed
with nodule on her right lung
chatted with said family member.
Her brother (yours truly), could not sleep
last night/early this morning
what would ewe expect
this rambunctious poet do... count sheep?
Okay... wool ye go ahead and lambaste me!?
Ordinarily counting backwards from one hundred
helps trigger rem memorable cycles
(never if ever rarely reaching zero -
cipher, nought, the big goose egg...)
usually does the magic, (albeit cheap trick)
constituting one garden variety supertramp,
who within blink of eyelash nods off to dreamland
succumbing and submerging into subconscious.
More so the latter half
(regarding unsainted) days
of mein kampf
lived more satisfactorily
meaning emotions shared
between yours truly
and family members.
Suddenly important for me
(at approximately 743.999 months
athwart planet Earth)
to finagle acknowledgement
constituting care and concern
regarding welfare of loved ones.
Rather, a necessity to unleash
pent up sentiments activating
"Damn the torpedoes,
full speed ahead!"
An injustice to myself
and deprivation to recipient, i.e. Amélie
(who accidentally, inadvertently,
and unwittingly triggered feelings
of grievousness, ire, joy... )
to act adamant and withhold
for whom the bell tolled
valuable unpleasant turmoil
or heavenly bliss within
mine psychological state
most therapists and/
or self actualized individual
would concur if polled
wisest, loveliest and healthiest
personal choice to share
lest internalized heart wrenching dilemma
compromise palpable mutual
(of Omaha) kith thing catharsis
freeing restrained pent up angst
kinship therapeutic as “Wild Kingdom,”
whereby respective psyche
constituting uber brotherly spirit
doth lyft among soundcloud
shutterflying amidst
imagined lilies of field
engendering region knolled
king dome united, extolled
and linkedin courtesy nirvana.