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I am the whisper, subtle and unseen,
A shadow stretching, where goodness has been.
I build my castles on shifting sand,
Demanding tribute from every hand,
A silent monument to what I crave,
A selfish master, a gilded grave.
I stand apart, though surrounded close,
Consumed by self, in the seeds I sow.
We are the bronze-shod feet that do not tire,
The hollow boast that sets the plain on fire;
We crave the field where every loss is gain,
And drink the bitter vintage of the rain.
We are the thirst that no peace can appease,
The roaring mouths that strip the olive trees,
And watch the cities dwindle to a name,
All for the mirrored glory of our flame.
But notice the sunbeam, a delicate gleam,
Piercing the darkness, a hopeful, soft stream.
For even the deepest of shadows can cease,
When the light of awareness brings solace and peace.
The garden can flourish, the ego can cease its reign,
And the self finds connection, again and again.
I dread that unseen day,
When mortal bounds will fade away,
And death's dark veil will lift to show
The secrets kept from living eyes.
My soul, unmoored, will wander slow.
Perhaps in realms of ethereal light,
It will drift, a leaf on cosmic winds,
Among wonders hidden from our sight,
Where spirits roam, or solitude entwines.
Free from flesh, my essence will take flight.
Will I join choirs of angelic song,
Learning harmonies that echo strong?
Or cling to wings that soar above,
And beat my own rhythmic, heavenly love?
Maybe in that realm, I'll find a place
To hide, or be remade anew,
Sent to heavens or the underworld's dark hue,
Or wait until the final summons sounds,
And the great bell tolls, sealing all bounds.
Without Anabel's smile,
I am a forest without a tree,
a universe without its golden sun;
and with a loner's heart,
I'll forever search for my lovely and unseen star!
Without Anabel's smile,
I'm tossed by the storm...to be thrown into the sea!
and with little hope,I easily lose heart!
Some women are easy to love,
and Anabel's name fits these tender words;
a real woman stands by her adored man,
and gives him all she can...
Anabel...lovely Anabel,
everything turned awfully sad...
when our beautiful star fell
from the August sky to the silent earth!
Without Anabel's smile,
life becomes a flower without spring,
an empty hand that holds nothing;
and mine waits for her distant hands
to touch me and make me come alive...
and if destiny is kind, we will dance!
Anabel...untrue Anabel, prettier than an unreal goddess:
have you found another sweet-heart...and settled for less?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
I find waking up a challenging, time consuming chore
As I rather enjoy cavorting with kings, queens and wanton whores.
I admit I’m drawn to royalty and “Riff-raff” now and then
Even Jesus used to hang around with the likes of us and them.
And lest we forget the policeman, painter, banker, barber, chef,
Dancer, dentist, executive, high-roller placing bets.
The carpenter, mayor, fisherman, flute player, handyman,
Everyone has something to share from their mind, head, heart and hands.
From deep within our bones and cells there’s more than we discern
No matter what our titles are, we live, we love, we yearn.
For mystical connections and distant, sights and sounds:
Outside of time, we stretch our minds to things sublime, profound…
As we gaze upon the sunset skies of pastel colored hues
And watch daffodils and dahlias bloom in the early morning dew.
We listen to the music played of Brahms, Chopin and Bach,
While mesmerized before our eyes watch chickadees, cranes and hawks.
We write songs and stories of love, hate, glory and paint on cathedral ceilings,
Put men up in space and find time to face the depths of emotions we’re feeling.
We study our past and things that last like pyramids, hieroglyphs and tombs,
Solve problems galore and puzzles by the score, and splash on sweet perfumes.
We write sonnets and prose, tie ribbons and bows on little girls and gifts,
And sail ships across oceans and pray with devotion to unseen forces that lift.
Our hearts and souls from out of the cold and up into warmer climes,
Where forgiveness, grace and virtue replace the beast within the mind.
We strive to achieve, work, sweat and bleed to move up the human ladder
One step at a time, imperceptibly climb towards things that matter.
As evening strolls ‘round we start to slow down into that inner, quiescent place,
Where we head for those lands beyond earthly plans, fading gently without a trace.
And when the sun arrives before our eyes awaking is a challenging chore
And yet I do so gratefully with two feet upon the floor.
11/25/2014
A man's tears fall silent, unseen and unheard,
A solitary cry, in the depths of his soul, he's scarred.
He talks, shouts less, and keeps quiet, a fortress of pride,
Bearing the weight, of the world's relentless tide.
Scars etched deep, like canyons in his heart,
He smiles, a mask, to conceal the art,
Of pain and weariness, of a body worn,
A mind exhausted, yet still, he takes up the torn.
He stands, a pillar, amidst life's stormy gale,
A provider, a protector, a guardian of love's frail.
He brings home bread, though his own soul is dry,
A hero, unseen, unheard, as the world passes by.
At night, the mask falls, and the dam bursts free,
Tears fall like autumn rain, as he weeps, unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
Nobody sees, the weight he carries, the burden he bears,
Nobody understands, the depths of his tears.
He's a man, with a heart that aches, and a soul that bleeds,
A heart that loves, and a spirit that proceeds,
Through trials and tribulations, through joy and pain,
He stands, a rock, a refuge, a love that remains.
Nights are long, and sleep is a luxury,
Sleepless hours, a constant companion, a haunting melody.
Desires unmet, wishes unspoken, hopes unfulfilled,
Yet, he rises, with the sun, and takes up the unyielding will.
A different season opens the door,
Nature is stripped of its glamour and radiance.
Sadness sings the songs of the day,
Melancholy paints the portrait.
The foliage of farewell falls to the ground,
Telling a story of a fall from glory.
A rhythm of gloom pervades the atmosphere;
They are swept into the abyss beneath.
Farewell heralds a journey to the beyond.
Feeble leaves dance to the rhythm of the night,
They travel toward the unseen light.
The sacred texts reveal fragments of an ancient mystery.
O fall, let this lore of love be the last entanglement.
Let my soul be free from the haunting and encroaching memories.
O redemption, guide me to the path that leads to your door,
For in the deadness of my body, your light will lead me to the eternal portal of glory.
September 22, 2026.
Have you ever had your life, flash before your eyes?
Has your heart ever stopped, bringing forth your demise?
Have you been in total darkness with nobody around?
Did you fall down that tunnel, where there was no sound?
Have you been to that place, that is just in between?
The land of the living and that of the unseen.
Have you felt total peace as all of your pain left?
Did you think about others that you left bereft?
We all have ideas of what lies beyond.
There are many ideas and beliefs that have spawned.
You will know for sure on the day that you die.
We will all see the truth, in a blink of the eye.
A man walks beneath the morning sky..
Where a broken pipe lets water sigh.
He sees a pot where roots are dry.
And shifts it close, lets thirst pass by.
He turns and spots, by curb’s incline..
A woman straining, drawn in line.
He lifts her cart.. no words, no sign..
Just quiet strength, a small design.
At noon he eats, the sun runs high..
A stray dog waits with pleading eye.
He shares his bread, a humble pie..
Two hearts content, no need to try.
He leaves, and there.. by dusty street..
A mother and child with worn bare feet.
A sign of schooling, dreams discreet..
He gives his all, though ends won’t meet.
At dusk, he hangs with gentle hand..
A bunch of gold by a neighbor’s stand.
He knocks, then slips away unplanned..
While gratitude blooms through the land.
No riches reward from what he’s done..
No cameras praise, no spotlight shone.
Yet in his chest.. a brighter sun..
A warmth the world can’t take or shun.
He sees the joy, the softened eyes..
He feels the peace that never dies.
A gift unseen, beyond the skies..
A truth that fortune can’t disguise.
So ask yourself, when days are crossed..
When counting gains and tallying cost.
Is what you seek in gold embossed..
Or found in love that’s never lost?
From zero to fresh focus:
No fads or "hocas-pocas,"
Occult tricks, nor superstitions,
Just go to Boot-Camp not institutions.
It's not about me.
It's to take a stand, you see,
A life if convictions;
Real-life risks, no fictions,
In live with Father-God and Jesus,
His Only Son that can free us,
Unaffected by criticisms, just in Love
With other and their dialogues; all the above
Seeing hearts heal brokenness and change
With no pretense, our focus rearrange,
Processing seriously but not redundant
With you in joy abundant!
Unseen injuries make it hard work
The fears lurk!
What is expected or appreciated,
Not just reactions with heart emaciated?
Bring closure and see a prologue
To nearing the goal, remove the "log,"
Rebound in faith, never be a snob,
Nor sarcastic or the Mob.
So keep your focus and the Power
Of the resurrected Christ in your tower.
Self-control is gain
Like waiting, it's a pain!
But keep your focus clear.
Hear God's music in your inner-ear.
Yes, we are all a-work-in-progress.
It's safe and fine to regress.
To vulnerability and keep involved.
Healing doesn't need all problems solved.
There's no natural-born leader.
In time we can also be a feeder.
So conquest the temporal and material.
Move in rebuilding the empire
Let Jesus' Way be your pick.
Don't be a lonely cynic
Give others the benefit of the doubt
Wear a smile, not a pout.
Banish the evil of a derailed life
The enemy tries to bring in strife
Like the striking snake it'll be too slow
For you fly high; it's too low!
So prepare for success.
Diligently sort the mess
All the way to the end.
Sign the Pledge not to bend;
To act, rebound, giving credit and devotion.
Like a sweet perfume or lovely lotion.
In prayer and fasting let negatives go
Study the Bible's fine print and know
That the challenge and the focus brings
Support, Light and salt-quality that sings!
Can you say what you feel?
In sincerity will your friendships seal?
We will find the common ground.
Honor and respect will be found.
If there's no logic nor gentle calm,
Will we feel the Spirit's balm?
Even pillow-fights will irritate,
The time move on with fate.
Surprises will loose their fun
With that Special Someone!
So, brace yourself, focus and move.
Soon your success you will prove
With All glory given to the Lord,
Never more to be bored.
Joy mixed with bitterness
Hope laced with scoops of mud
This journey unseen
On the way to the holy matrimony
Love is blind
So they said without holding back
Till reality set itself to their face.
"Iwalewa", golden a watchword in our clan.
Imprison it. It will free it itself.
Get along and the signs are mere.
He's a cheat, woman beater, lazy and what you can see. . .
Oh let me breathe!
Shut it up.
My ears ache.
You've made your lashes and acquiescence
Enslaved your equitable rights
You need not cry
Fighting is never the best
With faith hold to fate.
You like to quit? Do!
Pick up your pieces and refresh.
It's a green start. But not your stars too thank too early.
Something different or similar to come.
All pretend to get results
And thereafter let loose of self.
Die not in depression
Die not in the hand of a demon
You have the right to Life
Please live it to the fullest - and not as the foolest.
©? olorunleke Olorode.