Mystery. Poems - Poems about Mystery.

Unpredictably Predictable

Feelings, like storms, disrupt the inner peace and leave the future uncertain

Hopes, like mountains, seen and far away to reach

Desires, like eternal, keeps running and stop’s nowhere 

Thoughts, like lightning, shine, disappear, and keeps coming 

Tears, like rains, clear the clouds and leave it’s 
Sign

Life, like ocean meets river, people comes from various channels with

Helpless

      a ladybug flailing away on her back
        a lad gets a whipping in a shack

     each helpless in his own way…
        to whom and for what do they pray

Conductor

Cross over legs step from the train
Taking the handsome man to Amsterdam
Shoes and socks stuffed in the pockets
Feet conspicuously shrouded in mystery
Hidden away under advisement of mother and others
Under the umbrella of heavy rain born from clouds
Uncovered in a dance of fog swirling into darkness 
Where suspicions point in all directions    
To

Do Tell

Tarot card's, reading palms and  spiritual crystals~
mythical tales told, and mystical  practiced rituals~
Witches, sorcery, casting spells~
Shooting stars and wishing wells~
Superstition, religion, or three chiming tower bells~ 
Heavenly halo's, ghostly ghoul's and fiery hells~


                    

Time Stops

Time stops.  
The vile hands receive their recompense.  
Time stops.  
The fallen rise again.  
Time stops.  
Prayers ascend to the inner court.  
Time stops.  
The door opens to the needy.  
Time stops.  
The night summons the cocooned.
Time stops.  
There is a battle between two worlds.

Daredevil

Daring
Audacious
Reckless
Eccentric
Daft
Extrovert
Vain
Intense
Lucky

Somewhere

I saw you there
sitting alone in a corner
while our classmates played.
The look in your eyes—
longing to belong
but fearing to fall.
We were seven then,
in all the chaos,
still finding our places.
You noticed me or not,
I never knew,
but I saw you smile
when you saw the chocolate
I hid in your bag.
Then… one day, your seat was empty.
The next day,

Where Eyes Hurl Darts

     I step into a room of smiles
     whose eyes hurl darts at me
     What’s concealed 
        never revealed

     Shaking inside
     I wade cautiously upstream
   

She Shuffled the Stars

We have seen you before, Seeker—
in the candlelit corners of a thousand lifetimes,
eyes heavy with questions,
hands trembling with the weight of tomorrow.

Maya sat before you,
her kitchen dressed in black,
as if the walls themselves were keeping secrets.
Steam rose from coffee cups like incense,
and between sips, she touched the deck—
a living thing in her hands.

She shuffled the

What Is The Word?

What Is The Word?

     This is our lives: moment to moment; thought to thought, image to image; we build reality from our dreams.

     The truth eludes us;
     Nothing defines the moment
     We are here, then not.

Normalcy

A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease 
We turn into slumber 
In the electric comfort 
Of artificiality that is our lives 
We revel in the false sense of our own 
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between 
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the

SOUTHERN CROSSES I

Electric Line's sway, 
spider webs of industry 
along a rocky lane under 
a hot southern sun, cicada…
cry high, into the crystal blue sky 
We are a ghost nation 
of Man’s hypocrisy
crossing shadows under a hard
noonday sky.

The empty road under the leaning 
Electric crosses of civilization 
Shadows fall, carving silhouettes into
Upon hitting noonday ground 
Humanity lost

empty spaces

Ghosts that haunt empty spaces
Like objects in cabinets 
that drift on window pains 
As light out places the things 
left in the corners of 
attics and In-between 
the walls and hidden faces, 
memories like objects 
that linger as bookmarks 
to someone's history, 
yellowing pages, 
trinkets and toys, 
old books and broken vases 
sit like old

WHITE CARS

White Cars Haunt 
My dreams awake in wasteful
Flights fantastic blight
Each headlight flares 
Restless into the outer fields of memory 
The oppressive, hot, humid twilight
Passing out of my sight
They haunt my wakening eyes
Along the way, hollow roads of soul
Down endless maps of history 
The endless engines thumm
An echo old still lasts, sitting 
White cars are empty

a walking void

lost to my sight 
In a world of noise, we move 
In endless plains, shadows lie
Footfall echoes n dies
Sounds travel past my night
A void endless inside
Walking trail of broken stars 
Cast in darkness deep n beyond 
Beautiful n terrifying 
A walking void of oblivion’s
Objects defining all as it was 
The light cascades, heavenly charade
A void

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