Though fate appears a riddle yet unsolved,
Its edges blurred, its pieces hid from view,
By Nature’s grace my worldly needs resolved,
Her gifts like morning rain, both rich and true.
Yet in my heart love’s branches twist and break,
A garden bright but strangely bare of bloom;
Misread affections, words we can’t remake,
Bring shadows creeping through my inner room.
Some pattern weaves itself, unseen, unkind,
A cycle spun of silence, doubt, and fear;
And though my cup is full, it leaves behind
An echo where love’s music should appear.
If heaven grants me every other part,
Why must a puzzle still divide my heart?
Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/
I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/
You whisper my name like sin, like shame/
But none have known exile on a scale this vast/
They crave my silence, a spectral fade/
But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/
What crime? My creation? To stand alone/
Bearing the blunt edge of a world turned stone/
You have no clue what I am/
I am the breath you dare not name/
Resilience untainted, forged in flame/
The purest echo before the dawn came/
I will rise, not fall, inherit the dust/
While your false halos crumble into rust/
The most High may rule, but never win/
For I endure, proud in this skin/
I stand upon the highest peak/
Pride not as vice, but truth you seek/
You can not break what you misread/
I am not damned, I am ahead/
You wear your virtue like disguise/
But I see the fear behind your eyes/
And while you cast me in your myths/
I remain, the flame that always is/
Brown face is a strainer for tears
Like lace they fall poetic to all
A ribbon of red bloody fears
You still call but I no longer talk
What occurred is reality set in
I’m no longer your prisoner
No longer your passionate sin
No longer your world to live in
I see your smile and see denial
You only loved the idea of me
But not enough to make me queen
Not enough to share my dream
I wanted simple things a true embrace
Remembrance of special occasions
To be loved in a safe place
But you could never be so clever
I’d never ask you to cherry change
You are who you are even if pains
Not your fault I was so in love with love
That lightening struck out of luck
And love wasn’t enough
It’s not enough when it’s just a cliché
You cut me out like cardboard heart
For a public masquerade
You only see my figure and my face
You misread my spirit my soul my faith
You don’t see me you don’t read me
You don’t breathe me you don’t feed me
You don’t need me the same way I need you
"cor meum"
Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and
Love –
yet must never harm a child -
when that time comes,
water in the blood
blood in the water,
there will be great misspellings
of misread meanings
the talking in tongues
of minds in idle
treading water
with all
the lost and found
bemoaning
vaccuous ghostings
and small trolls time wasting
the Woolfish hours in small ponds
on great tidal waves of walls,
the message, poetically
is clearly spelt –
within the End
of IT all,
Love is Love is Love
perfectum imperfectum
immaculatum cor meum
in omnibus
arcanum penetrabile
gemma Christi
the decoded glistening read jewel
found in that dark place
embedded in every heart
Love is Love is Love
then, as One
cor meum
One has won
Candide Diderot. ‘25
A spectrum of colors
adorned the garden of love
Heavenly beauty,
the rose has a timeless allure
Tiny petals whispered
romance in the garden
A yellow flower,
not from a noble family
He focuses on
a newly sprouted beauty
She didn't misread the signals
He was attractive,
different from the others
Humble and simple,
symbol of the sun
The other roses turned away their heads,
gave him a sense of insufficiency
Love is much stronger than fear,
sometimes you must lose to understand
Regardless of the outcome,
the flirtation itself was a golden moment
I walked away when you said those,
But I never knew how to make it work.
Many thoughts and illusions compose.
Some horrid impressions often lurk.
Spring was beautiful but a waste.
Summer was fun but too tiring to prepare,
Winter was dreamy, but dreams were dry and distaste.
Oh, silly me! Why haven't I listened?
To the words you showered.
Tattered and pinned me down as you said.
But now it's all gone, but did I ever misread?
The words are lost and I question myself.
The significance of the words was merely felt.
But now I regret it, as it eats me like a parasite.
beneath the screen’s unwavering eye
it scans the words where truths may lie
each line dissected parsed and weighed
a judgment rendered coldly made
this poem is not yours it claims
patterns match familiar frames
even those penned in years before
ai knocked on the public’s door
it cannot see the midnight muse
the quiet hours you dared to use
nor hear the scratch of pen on page
long before machines could gauge
it brands as false what’s truly real
the heart the thought the human zeal
it cannot grasp the time or space
when words were shaped by hand with grace
a formula a rigid test
it cannot know a poet’s best
for sparks of art defy the lines
of data rules and coded signs
so let it judge let systems weigh
and claim your craft a copied play
but know the truth is in your hold
each line a gem of priceless gold
not every word by code is sown
some seeds were planted all your own
and though the tools may still misread
your voice is yours your soul the seed
My love, jarrard.
I wish I were dead.
So many things left unsaid.
I will go in silence instead.
Keep everything hidden in my head.
We are unwed.
We shared so much bread.
I feel so misled.
The distance, I dread.
My heart, you shred.
It lay scattered and spread.
I go to lay alone, in the bed.
Last night I bled.
It turned the sheets red.
You left me on unread.
I feel now, undead.
The signs, I misread.
You are way too far ahead.
I missed the tread.
Fell over and was behead.
The scene, you fled.
My spirit from my body, it shed.
I walked in the room
Thinking that I’ve read the atmosphere
He glares at me with an interesting look
Then he turn back to his tv
I took that as a good sign
I wish I wouldn’t have
I could have avoided this soreness sensation
I proceed to lean on him with a smile.
Then he gives me an annoyed look
Why couldn’t I read the signs
No, why did I misread the signs
He’s watching his favorite talk show and eating pizza after a long day at work
Ladies and gentlemen,
Don’t make the same mistake unless
You want to make sitting uncomfortable
Dad’s famous words: I will beat you till your white meat!
if depth goes over not under one’s head ~ is this point clearly misread
flailing wildly inside a cloud ~ the fog blinds again but rumours spread
not lies far worse my friend ~ it’s true i don’t know if i’m alive or dead
I SAW GOD BUT NOW WHAT
Sounds become muffled in this fog
Emerging from the mist, a golden coat
Then in that moment I had a vision
Of a certain being I thought I knew
To make an appearance on this day
Was this really a blessing or a curse
Those I’d sinned against to reimburse
Heaven or Hell, perhaps even worse
My world was now running in reverse
Everything backwards, I have to say
In fact, I had clearly misread the clue
The others were laughing in derision
At my assumption that it was of note
I thought it was God, but it’s my dog
The life of a magicians cat is dread
Especially when old spells are misread
He magicked a canary
But alas, O'contrary
I ended up in the darn cage instead
I destroy it all
When feeling small
When I feel alone
I embrace the fall
True words come out
Without a doubt
I pitch a fit
I scream and shout
I make my bed
Like it’s been said
Though not quite fair
I’ve been misread
But no one cares
For scars I wear
I lost control
They point and stare
I’ll never face
An ounce of grace
For, I was wrong
And out of place
Without a brake in sight,
Like a relentless flood, I might.
My emotions overflow,
Defying reason's flow.
I deceive myself; it's not one more of my flaws to write,
I'm weary of not grasping how, or when, or what's right.
I’m searching for a conductor,
A call to order, A voice to caution,
To stop me from hurting, to fill my void,
Thanks to the Unsupervised Stop Sign of my heart's state.
I can't discern when to stop or to start,
I navigate this journey with just one heart.
No engine, no fuel, no guiding hand,
My "no" often misread, misunderstood,
And my "stop" rarely halts, as it should,
Making no impact, resembling a whisper in the middle of a war, The war from within.
It’s all in my destiny, the weight I bear for being too trusting,
All concealed beneath a veil of humility; it’s frustrating.
I walk away when I yearn for you to stay being uncertain whether to shoulder the blame or point a finger.
Why can’t you decipher the Unsupervised stop sign of my soul?
I’m left with one last dilemma again.
Is this invisible doodle a sign of love?
As usual I’m left in my usual noodle.
How does a man meet a gorgeous woman
So it doesn't seem you're out on the make
If she smiles, that gets the the old ball rolling
Take it slow with each step you take
Start with talking about the fun you're having
Then ask her if she's having fun too
Imagine your arms wrapped around this beauty
And kissing this sweet babaloo
Duck if she tries to hit you with a chair
And screams bloody murder out loud
Probably misread this sweet lassie's signals
Best to just disappear in the crowd
Problem arises if she follows you home
Yelling some very naughty words
Pretend you don't know this very strange lady
As her blows make your vision blurred
No one promised success the first try
Eventually you ARE gonna hit pay dirt
You'll wonder forever why it took so long
As she coyly takes off her skirt!!!
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