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A dense sky-rubble
trundled and spilled above the rooftops
a runaway thunder ground along unseen tracks,
a near salvo rocking mind-cradles,
then a muted detonation over a far off
storm bruised landscape.
The tumult cracked and sizzled-
leaden were the rayless shades.
I returned home in the nick of
a dispersing moment.
The house seemed crouched,
ceilings low and cowering;
a living-space quashed by a heavy hand
rooms sheltering from the weight of imminent
upheaval.
I paused for the searing glare of lightning
yet a deepening gloom
sparked no ignition nor flash;
only a pressing portent of menace.
Then as rapid as the booming
onslaught arrived
the heavens broke open,
gravity expelled a lighter breath
to rise ballooning into an airy light.
All who huddled beneath that cacophony
sighed now in shamed relief
a prayer unspoken upon their lips.
I did not leave my dwelling that day
until my timid tabby cat
bravely led the way.
The years will pass, calendars will endlessly roll over the land of forgetting,
But the moment I saw you, that moment suspended in the eternity of a gaze,
The flame of love kindled then will burn silently in the hidden corners of my heart,
Like a solitary lighthouse in the night, illuminating the secret paths of my soul.
Seasons will slip through the hourglass of time, distances will melt like snow in the sun,
People will change their masks daily, dancing on the ever-changing stage of life,
But my loyalty to you is like a nocturnal moth in love with the flame,
Smiling as it burns, gracefully accepting the fate of the consuming embrace.
I do not care for the shifting colors of this world, nor for traditions twisting in the wind,
Even your right to change belongs to you, like a boundless freedom,
But my love will remain the same; an unwavering rock against the furious waves of time,
Unchanged, unshaken, and infinite, a starlit sky watching silently over the night.
I will remain whatever your heart wishes me to be, an echo of your desires, a dream in which to lose yourself,
A silent shadow following your steps, a verse of an unspoken poem, a whisper of longing,
In this universe of ours, where love becomes a story written in the endless night stars,
And I become a traveler in time, keeping you in my soul as a priceless treasure.
Once upon a time in faraway land,
There lived little Candy with dreams so grand;
She dreamt she was princess Cinderella,
Or sometimes became small Thumbelina;
One night, she danced with leprechauns and dwarves,
Sometimes wearing sombreros, sometimes scarves;
Her dreamy princess dress sparkled with gems,
As she glided around crystal items;
Once, when Candy was sleeping in the hall,
Dreaming of princes dancing at her ball;
In crept a wicked elf, he was so bad,
He loathed her smile and wished to make her sad;
He cast an evil spell on her nice dreams,
From then on, her laughter turned to mad screams;
She grew up day by day, afraid to sleep,
Recalling the dream world she could not keep;
Now, Candy was trapped in horrid nightmares,
The elf felt sordid pleasure in her scares;
Then one day, a beggar knocked on her door,
Candy was too kind to simply ignore;
She, though looking weary with sleepless eyes,
Fed him, who was a wizard in disguise;
The gentle wizard saw her deep sadness,
And asked her the reason of her distress;
She sighed and thought of all her lovely dreams,
"My dreams are lost", she cried, her tears in streams;
The wise wizard then saw the impish elf,
That guy had stolen his wand from his shelf;
Soon he was caught and the spell was broken,
Her fairytale dreams brought joy unspoken;
Candy jumped and danced, now that she could sleep,
She thanked the wizard, now she need not weep;
The elf had to serve the wizard for life,
That was his punishment for causing strife;
Little Candy got back her dreams and smile,
She'd be a princess again, for a while.
02/03/17
It felt like an unspoken dream of someone else.
It was a memory of Lisle, IL, quite a while ago.
I was waiting at the train station, to be picked up.
It was almost dark, and I was waiting. And so is a lady.
At least I thought so. And then I realized something.
She was not waiting. She was not there, not at all.
She looked at me in the eye. I was not at all comfortable.
“And the American dream!” She shouted!
I jumped from the sitting area. I was startled, anxious.
No trace of my car yet! And She went on muttering,
Which almost seemed a monologue, she is talking her mind.
I had to believe it has to do something with her way of talking,
That she is not waiting in that train station, not waiting for anything.
She had white cloths, not clean enough, and a bag with her. And a look.
It was almost evident that she was angry. Only that is true. True enough to panic.
I am drafting this, decades later. I am dragging moments from my pandora box.
I hated myself then. As, it felt like an unspoken dream of someone else, unknown.
UNSPOKEN WORDS
As my thoughtful words
left unspoken,
Reveal the words
that were kept unopened,
Thinking,
I would start saying.
But my wild thoughts had
started forsaken.
Can't say it relently aloud,
Perhaps my spirit was weakened.
With my selfhood,
I'm soft-spoken.
Now,
I regret not saying.
Sorry,
I was mistaken.
For I was confused and
HEARTBROKEN!
Written by: Rosey RMV
07 OCTOBER 2017
Of all old friends, those we have of old are best;
These the souls we travel with by preference,
Theirs the spirits to whom we grant all deference.
Their hopes are ours, ours their own;
All victories shared, from like ambitions grown.
Their years match step with ours,
Show like passage of the hours,
Silent steps of Time with which our lives are sown.
They are moved as we are moved;
Troubled and pleased by like turns of Fate,
We pass through one another's gates
Into rooms where loyalty is proved
By ties of woven sympathies,
By bonds no outsider sees.
By bonds no outsider sees
We tie ourselves to those who share
The pithy heart of all unspoken cares,
The shadows that would dim our days
If no one shared our private ways,
If none there were to let us know
The fitness of the face we dare not show;
The old friend nods and quietly stays
Close by our side when mere acquaintance leaves,
Unashamed to share our darkest inner night;
Awaits with us the slow return of light.
The old friend trusts and faithfully believes
The tales we tell ourselves of joy or sorrow,
Looks to yesterday and forward to tomorrow.
Looking back to yesterday. forward to tomorrow,
We walk with them through the wilderness of living
Thankful for their presence and forgiving,
As do we, the flaws that mark our human bounds
Ignoring discordant notes that sound
From time to time in all the narrative
We build to define our days and give
Form and substance to the constant rounds
Of night to day and day to night,
Our mutual progress towards Eternity,
The approaching dark we do not wish to see
Unless in company with the comforting light
Of well-earned close companionship,
Of sympathetic souls who join us on the trip.
Seeking truths wherein the brave heart delves,
We guide each other through dwindling days
To face the world, to learn its ways,
Its cruelties and its beauties shared
Both the better for each time we dared
To question this, our common Lot:
To Be, awhile, and then to Not.
So we share all we have got
To fill our time, to weave our lives.
Without old friends, the path is drear and long,
Where goes but one to compose the song
To tell of what we were, and how we strived
To rescue Sense from Folly, all the rest;
Of all friends, those we have of old are best.
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God will hear you even when your quiet.
At least you know he'll hear the truth.
Because most of the time he's not going to buy it.
Better you should just yank out every last tooth.
That double edged sword of kindness and contempt.
Can leave you bleeding when your not sure what they meant.
A glare of a stare, you just not sure if they care.
Leaves you wanting to ask but you just don't dare.
There's mystery behind a mask of unspoken lies.
It's his story, should you ask, he's sure to defy.
The answer is eternal and not of this earth.
Tomorrow never comes, and that's about what it's worth.
Unknown secrets beyond the realm that we live in today.
Where honest silence can't be heard no matter what you say.
A hidden void when your annoyed that keeps them guessing.
Smoke and mirrors and hidden fears, is it all just window dressing?
I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace, we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realize
—Unseeking Seeker
As shackles give way releasing unrest of odious impressions
trade winds blow and billow white sails to a loftier altitude
Spiral shells ohm on a day reborn, under marmalade horizons
As darkness dissipates, tenderness repairs a truculent attitude
I Am absorbed in an epiphany of unfathomable transparency
As a single pulsation, a strong current, a vital force reminding
of both exotic and familiar surroundings shivering in vivid vibrancy
As sorrows depart alas! unfurling the fabric once shrouded and binding
Images speak softly in purple pearl and fuchsias of every shade
An austere moon dwells o’er lonely stagnant seas, leaving ego to wither
Shadows of the past grasping tightly ‘neath a veil cease and fade
With unmerited mercy, I Am forgiven, and I too am a forgiver
Words unspoken freeing ever so chaste and elusively unspoilt,
from within the womb, there’s mother’s voice in silent lucidity
I Am the universe that surrounds me, avant an azure sky unfoilt,
an arrantly expansive spirit, body and soul, an ocean of great fluidity
Free Verse on Love - Cocoon
Wrapped in the enchantment of your being
Love’s strong and satin threads
Binds you to me - closer ever closer.
In a soft cocoon of silken strands
Two souls now lie indivisible –
Words unspoken – words heard and known.
In a chrysalis of fiercely woven chords
Eyes reach to meet with warm hands
One heartbeat – one fragile breath.
Deep within these quiet depths trembling
Fragile wings find pulse, still unborn
In the endless circle radiating, waiting.
And when the moonlight finally cuts through
This seamless space, butterflies emerge from mystery -
Loves transforms you and me.
2-10-20