I don't know how much and how much is not this telling truth
he got admission in a college
but I have a feeling its not what he dreamed of
I recall the glamorous life he lived
while studying to get that one spot
in a place he dreamed of
this reminded me of my own battle
and how I lost in it three times
I finally gave up on my dream
when no road led me there
only bringing me to an end
which was a cliff to end my life
A question was asked by **Naomi,**
Of "**Was it a car or a cat I saw**?" She'd see
A vehicular shape,
Or a feline escape,
A palindrome mystery.
THE MIRRORED MUSE OF THE MIRROR MAN
Golden threads upon his headgear crown,
White attire as robes flowing, drifting down.
Against a canvas red, his spirit shines,
A thousand faces, splintered across places, one design.4
A regal calm, with no alarm, a timeless grace,
Yet fractured mirrors, cracked interiors, frame his face.6
Echo, echo, shards of lintel light,
Fragments dancing in the night.
Each shard a story, each glance a flame,
Whispers of God's glory, echoes of name.¹°
Every mirror sync with my life's aim,
Every rhythm fans my fervent flame.¹²
Step by step, the story sways,
Tradition emboldened in woven ways.
Pride and honour, bold and true,
Reflected skies of crimson hue.¹6
By experience woven, pride adorned,
A spirit unbroken, richly worn.¹8
And in the silence, still and grand,
History and future carried in his hand.
I am one soul, yet many visions span,
A man of dexterity and posterity, borne of woman.²²
I'm one who's not just reflected in fragments
But carried into history & beyond forever radiant.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?15th February 2026.
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MIRRORED SKY
Look at me and see…
Moon and stars swimming below:
Night’s sea…mirroring…
Mirrored Calamities
Double Sided.
Silver reflections.
Translucent damage.
Overwhelming distress.
Disruptive patterns.
Mental health disorder.
Insomnia.
Terrifying nightmares.
Tragedies to calamities.
A hard road.
Quenching nourishment.
No spiritual direction.
No human contact.
Sorrow to emptiness.
No emotions.
Just loneliness.
Walk through the storm.
Future unknown.
Darkness to gray horizons.
Mind in a dark haze.
Mirrored Calamities.
Never free.
I am I
fate seals fate
breathe pause breathe
steps trace, paths, trace steps
faith moves mountains, moves faith
dreams weaves memories weaves dreams
moonlight drinks tears drinks moonlight
forever begins ends begins in forever
longingly I linger I longingly
mirrored reflections mirrored
echoes return echoes
time after time
on time on
A lone prisoner of my own making,
a cocoon confined within introvert isolation,
I see all the familiar faces recede nowhere,
leaving me stuck in the maze of acuity.
In the weed-webbed wasteland within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived.
My mystique mind turns into Nemesis,
makes a wilderness of mirrors for me,
reflecting the pernicious perception of anguish,
an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding.
The sane sense losing the route to perpetuity,
disappears in the miasma of lonesome reflections.
The marooned psyche meanders in desolate darkness,
trying to find the deluded traveler, instinctive me.
Enshrouded by despair I turn into a dead wood,
afloat on the turbulent flow of the ordained strife.
With secluded mind I drift in the time's eternal flow,
and on the move, I don’t remember where I started from,
for like mirrored driftwood my memory has no memory.
ME:
Deja vu-
It startles me at times.
Like a mirror, coming before me;
A conversation
An interaction
Almost anything-
Exact in every detail
As I lived it before.
I am mesmerized,
Asking myself-
How does this happen?
COSMOS:
All is saved in the
Mirrored Galaxy of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a mirror, they safeguard
Your beginning to end
With images from your
Birth,
Childhood,
Adulthood
and Death-
Saved from every second
Of your life in this Universe.
The mirror of your life,
Inside the Gallery of Time
Of the Space-Time Continuum,
Forever and Ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
ME:
Where somehow, seconds escape
As real-time mirrored rays
To reflect again in my mind?
COSMOS:
Yes.
sentimental a word that evokes
a feeling from a memory
a memory of
a certain place
a certain time
a time that brings a smile
or a frown
but the questions remains unanswered
That drifting sands forever change-
and he present becomes the futures past
remaining
self of ego
so the mirrored image
follows the hypnotised
framed view
and the brightness of the light
shows the way
ignorance is bliss they say
denial keeps the blind
blind
and the only light seen
is the mirrored image
but when the mirror shatters
It shards cut
deep
the wounds
bled blood of misconception
falling in droplets of a false fantasy
the illusions of grandeur falls silent
to the flying sparks of reason
from the blazing fire of denial
the fire
burns bright
The day was ending,
But a window was open
To a view of dying embers
Ablaze on the coastal horizon.
Like a canvas in motion,
It captured amazement,
Reaching out hypnotically
Through clouds awash in fire,
And across amber-mirrored beach sands
To the beholder, burning its image
Into the retinal lining of the soul;
Like a lamp onto pier’s end,
And an invitation to tomorrow.
If only you could see me, like the way I see you..
I've been around a long time, I have an insight view.
Your journey has been long, and full of ups and downs..
I know.. because I've been here.. I've always been around.
Your picture perfect canvas, may fool them from the start..
But I see right through you, your cold inside your heart.
Everytime you reflect, your secrets are deep within..
What you project on the outside is mask of evil sin.
I replicate your visage, and the essence you imbue..
Unmasking every deceit, and every hidden hue.
You've gazed at your reflection as I've looked back at you..
Your mirror is the portal to all Karma overdue.
My sadness is in the slumping of your shoulders
And your resignation is in the bowing of my head
Regret pours from your listless palms
Set open on your lap
And a mirror on the wall that's opposite the one you face
Reflects your self-preservation back in the image of my gaze
Yet the chasm of a mattress that sprawls between us
Though one could crawl, no one is able to traverse
The things we've done but didn't do
The awful things we've said
The reasons used to justify the lies that cripple care
Dash out even thoughts that try to bridge the gap through there
The calmer
the more confident
The more strident
the more insecure
The more natural the laugh
the less the self-importance
The harder the stare
the less of him we can bear
The more finger-pointing
the more righteousness
Hands relaxed at the sides
reveal humble bona fides
MIRRORED
Who you see in me is you
Not who you’d prefer to be
Perhaps obscure, less clear
But as you really do appear
To others, who look to see
But eventually, to yourself
And understand what’s true
Over time, you may realise
That a reflection is just that
Reversed, at least left to right
Turn, and you’re out of sight
But it’s not as clear as all that
Yet in that trick, an identity
That only a few may recognise
I
close
my eyes-
sounds of fall,
sun shines on my face,
summer's last hurrah
dies away-
then I
dream
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