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An advent of raptors loiters over mall roofs.
hooded eyes scope the neon-lit spaces,
the concreted waste lands.
We wake to their screams as if this were High Sierra,
not Ohio where parent’s try-out or manage children,
open party stores, hunker through the coming
and going of baby Jesus; de-ice puffer jackets.
Gloom is plowed behind snow dunes.
The red-tails roam in loose federations,
their young, mob-handed and loutish,
the mature work alone,
scything through small birds,
the weakened and walking.
The hawks wing-dance proclaiming their time,
a time of frost-bitten electric barricades,
of bobble hats and mittens,
while unseen, a wind-rattled thorny brier,
recites its litany of seasonal prayers.
In the cavern of my chest, a heart does dwell,
Once robust and merry, now ensnared in hell.
A splintering heart, a jagged shard,
Once whole and bright, now darkly marred.
Each pulse a quake, a sharp, searing pain,
A symphony of sorrow, a mournful refrain.
The edges of the past, they cut so keen,
A constant sting, where love has been.
As memories whisper, soft on fragile wing,
They bring the echoes of the joy they'd bring.
Promises broken, like brittle glass,
Leaving behind a shattered mass.
Love's fragile vessel, now cracked and torn,
A delicate bloom, forever forlorn.
The light within, a flickering flame,
Threatened by shadows, calling out its name.
Yet, even in darkness, a flicker remains,
A hope that whispers, through the echoing strains.
For hearts, though shattered, can mend anew,
With time's soft passage, and love's gentle dew.
So let the fragments fall, and settle low,
In the depths of sorrow, a seed will grow.
And from the ashes, a stronger soul,
Will rise again, making the broken whole.
Though pain may linge, and tears may flow,
The heart's resilience is a wondrous show.
In the quiet of the night's embrace,
A healing rhythm, it starts to chase.
And with each beat that grows more strong,
The splintering heart finds where it belongs.
For in the end, it's through the breaks we see,
The light that shines, sets our hearts free.
A jagged shard, once a piercing sting,
Becomes a jewel, in the crown of spring.
A testament to love, to pain, to life,
A splintering heart, emerging from strife.
“Within”
Shadow dreams
down silent roads
never taken
less than travelled,
the winter breeze
of the world within,
pulls out the hidden
message planted,
within
the quickening
attempts slow
anchoring,
the call persistent,
beckons, like the music
drumming softly,
lulling, calming
the rocking boat
in the heartbeat
rhythm of a contract
seeking solace
heard from the seat
of forgotten being,
a ghost banging
on the doors
of empty vessel,
conversations holy
for the supping
You open ;
the unseen
stands holding out
its hand at the
door of your
conscience,
you are
escaping back to
what is real
within,
the awakening ;
the quickening
attempts slow
anchoring
the call
hauntingly familiar
beckons you forward
away from the
time confining
sands of your shores
rippling cool
all those times
all those stories
you loved
over your bare feet
now walking
across seas
annointed
by water
the call,
like a dream
hauntingly familiar
beckons you
forward
like the sound
of your beautiful
Ocean
True Love
is calling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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“Non-Eternal”/Max Richter
https://youtu.be/9zkQX2FrRLM
“In the morning of life,
before its wearisome journey,
The youthful soul doth expand,
in the simple luxury of being;
It hath not contracted its wishes,
nor set a limit on its hopes;
The wing of fancy is unclipped,
and sin hath not seared the feelings:
Each feature is stamped with immortality,
for all its desires are infinite,
And it seeketh an ocean of happiness,
to fill the deep hollow within.”
“Know that we have met before
and that we will meet again.
I will find my way to you
in the next life,
and every life after that.”
“The Soul selects her own Society -
Then - shuts the Door -
To her divine Majority -
Present no more - ”
rev 3:20 KJV
The Mother-Child Soul Contract -
https://www.ascendedpresence.com/blog/mother-healing
https://energyboutiquehome.wordpress.com/2019/05/11/the-mother-wound/
https://in.toluna.com/opinions/3421285/How-Souls-Choose-Their-Parents-and-Families-An-amazing-and
Dear Dawn:
Look at the elements in the skies and make a wish before the stars die, the moon is gleaming underneath the clouds, and the rainbow is singing a courageous song, and the people are marching along.
It rests boldly on the mountains and consults daily with the horizon but the morning opens its guts and absorbs fresh air and the afternoon has buried all the fears.
Its color spreads out over the sky and the heavens bid the rain clouds goodbye and just as I thought it was over the stars woke up in the middle of the night and starts to cry.
The thunder rolls and shake the earth, the lightning flashes and lights up the heaven and a voice resonates from beneath the clouds and spoke,
“All of you get your house in order because we will be coming down there and you must prepare to meet us at the big gate; you have defy all the rules and you have kept the children away from the schools.
You have neglected your duties and you have made the universe really unhappy; you have lost your focus and place your focus on things that we don’t care about, they have used our children to cross the lines and for these reasons you have angered the divine.
The battle is getting hotter on the other side because you have stepped out of the circle of love and have join the circle of pain, it will drive you insane,.
If you don’t know what to do just consult with the universe and it will reason with you kindly and tell you what to do. Hold on a little longer and don't despair, we will see you down there,” the voice fades and the rain drizzles on the earth and cool the temperature down.
The mystery of the universe is wrapped up in the subset of the time it is hard to reveal it when two systems combine and it is different from the divine, the system originates in the belly of the beast and it is going around and many more will have to evacuate from the town, you have to clip its wing before it starts to sing.
Space X is doing its best but its frequent mission in the sky is making the universe cry, pull it together in a subset and hold it close to your breast and when thunder rolls, it will remind you that the mission has entered the earth.
You have got to create a subset and save the earth from the dry desert, the subset will make the mission work.
I had to down my tools
I had to terminate the calling
I struck wielding the ngungi..
I struck the great gadgados
Defender i neutralized
What is mine by right
The mob was unleashed on me
Thoughtless humans trying..
Nay baying for my blood
Even in this aspect they failed
I entered the delicate meats industry
And unleashed the wrath of Kiama
Dealt a incapacitating brow
TD of guardgados you are missed
I will always recall you held me
Encouraged me to wield my first
First pen - at poetry soup
I was hurt in the battle but...
Twas expected .. seer all is open
And great Boss at gadgados
The buck stops at your feet
Dereliction of duty will be..
Your undoing oh mighty one
Great D. of gadgados you are milking
one cow and using the milk to feed
A calf yet you neglect to feed its mum
The beginning of your fall will be when
You will destroy gadgados in the belief
That your personal star will rise..
Chipset Technologies i now own
In the digital era all your solution
I acquire using the rat in system
Aptly named mouse.. a right click
and i gain all solution that i need
systematic hacking sequence
those in the know call it
And we blew the NYS scandal up
Siphoning of our groups resources
Deploy Policia Militia Generaia
Private Military Commandant
and an assetion to - KFS
Kirinyaga Free State - eternally
Forever defender i remain - Kenyan
And patriotism is my duty - Shalom
LEWIS NYAGA
CODE 254
A KFS PEACE DAY
PRIVATE WING
A breath of wing
Such a curious thing
It holds so much power
And I’d stare for hours
Marveling at the possibilities
Just out of my grasp, not in my abilities
Butterfly effect
Maybe if I had let
Dancing with regret only in my head
If it has to end
Let me live with it instead
So I’m not left wondering
About the butterfly effect
Leave one minute before
Stop to explore the road I walk on
Every day, another chance to maybe change
Don’t wanna leave it up to chance
Lingering wont get me anywhere
Pretending that I don’t really care
Once upon a time it was our endgame
But it always turns out to be the same
Butterfly effect
Maybe if I had let
Dancing with regret only in my head
If it has to end
Let me live with it instead
So I’m not left wondering
About the butterfly effect
What if what if
In another universe
Would it have turned out worse
If I had changed just one thing
Could I have avoided the sting
What if what if
My back wasn’t turned
And I wasn’t deterred
By the thought of thinking twice
Turn back time
I don’t wanna jump if it’s a fine line
But still a line nonetheless
And I’ll try
Until I die
So I don’t have to dream about a ghost’s caress
I heard you
I listened
Your call so undeniable
Your presence so magnificent
I stood still
Under the tree
The rain fell
The wind bristled
Hours past
Silent anticipation
You appeared
Wing beats sounded your presence
Settling on the dead free
I watched your behaviour so intently
You looked round
You saw me
You concentrated your eyes on me
You stayed still
I looked back
You had no fear
You knew I wouldn’t attack
You rested under the glowing sun
We watched it setting together
I knew that a kind of mutual friendship had begun
Over days, weeks, months and years
You’ve sat on your tree
I’ve stood over here
You brought your offspring to show me
You’ll always be my friend, my wonder, my connection with nature’s beauty - you’ll always be my peregrine and live forever in my memory.
in the morning, before silence is pierced by voices,
before words take form and erase the quietude,
the hesitant stillness fading into the soft, clear dawn
dew trembling on the edges of petals,
gentle as the moonlight who colors the moment
in a tentative prayer, broken only by the listening
of robins, wrens and doves who risk their nature,
on the poignant branches of oaks, birch, maple –
tender pines and laurels, woods embracing
each song, each crisp lyric from the beaks of hopeful
nests, havens of graceful characters who burn
with the colors of life – indigo, gold and scarlet
rich displays of joy, unburdened by worries
confessing only to the light who abides, touching
each feather, each wing, each soaring spirit
with adoration that stills their musing in nature’s tears.
My thoughts whirring
When life freezes the blood
Actions that burn in hell
A fire that burns forever
Terror - their empire of hate
Fearless, they control our destiny
Terrible destruction done by weak and miserable people
They mark their strength as animals, with deposition of urine
"Hell on Earth" these demons will inflict upon mankind
Of human destruction and evil, woe and shame
How likely we can find "The Earth's Paradise"
I look far around, but not close
We want to live in butterfly harmony
From wing to wing - of their joy and dance
29 - 05 - 2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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There are visions roving inside my head
of a time and place where perhaps I once lived.
But how do I know of those worldly things
if I no longer exist? I must question if I ever did.
I am off kilter, as if I'm an invisible entity,
a salty speck of foam floating on a sapphire sea.
Should I feel dire despair, indifference, or jubilant joy
that I am not part of this place that's been laid to waste?
It's as if I'm surfing in shadows over what used to be
an amusement park, but the Ferris Wheel is broken,
and there's no spark of life anywhere to be found.
Only faded pamphlets lying on the ground, sun-bleached
remnants of the way life used to be, once upon a time.
I pity me for having been given this gloomy glimpse,
a vandalized view that no one could misconstrue.
I feel like Alice wandering through a frightening fantasy.
Desperately wanting to go back through the looking glass
and forget the devastation in which the world dwells.
If I ever had an inkling of what living in hell would be,
then in this chaotic clime, this dysfunctional dystopia,
I would seek to escape my existence and set myself free.
I feel the need for fresh air, but who would care
if I should have lived or died? No one cried tears for me.
What future fate have I discovered with thoughts
hovering? Tragic thoughts that haunt me like a cold stare.
What ill winds have swept the world away?
Cursed be!
How can anything exist is this sorrowful sepulcher?
I'd rather be a soulless specter without a home
then live among those in this lamenting land.
This is not Aldous Huxley's Brave New World.
It does no good to imagine a world without me.
Friendships made; children born; none of those would exist.
I can only envision these things. These things that I've given wing.
They roam inside my head, making me wonder if I had a beginning
or an end. I feel repercussions from having a discussion
with myself over the conceptual conundrum of my existence.
Would I have been happy, would I have made others happy,
or brought them grief like the thief who collects the dead?
It's a nightmare of reality, for I am sure it's not a daydream.
Greed played its Trump card and schemed to sit on the throne
in a kingdom I could never contentedly condone.
I've no desire to dally here a moment longer, and
since I don't exist, I am certain I will not be missed.