Send us to flame, Your holy fire.
Test marrow, strip our cloaks of dust.
The scorched cry beneath the empire.
Their dreams are ash, yet bound by trust.
Test marrow, strip our cloaks of dust.
Find the few who break yet endure.
Their dreams are ash, yet bound by trust.
A balm to wounds ancient and pure.
Find the few who break yet endure,
Give them the world, awash in grace.
A balm to wounds ancient and pure,
The meek who walk a ruthless place.
Give them the world, awash in grace.
The scorched cry beneath the empire.
The meek who walk a ruthless place,
Send us to flame, Your holy fire.
Endlessly traveling across the night sky,
I crash like a comet, leaving no trace
Framed by the sweep of Northern Lights
When the light within my retina fades,
And my spirit flickers out,
And your efforts
to rekindle it
With stardust in your hands.
Recalled from time’s orbit
Into a pale shadow that craves radiance.
I turn to the past while gazing at the moon,
With the entire galaxy above my head.
I whisper...
My oath again—
Even if my body and mind desert me,
My constellation remains untouched.
When fear casts its shadow over the land,
A flame rises bright no night can command.
From fire and thunder, from science and might,
They gather together defenders of light.
The storm sings loud in a god’s mighty hand,
Bright armor of iron protects every land.
A soldier stands strong with a shield held high,
While a green giant roars to the trembling sky.
For hearts united will never fall:
The Avengers answer the world’s call.
I swear on my grandparents' grave:
My soul will be the one you shall save.
We do not kneel to stolen thrones.
We do not bow to bought decree.
No law that feeds on human pain
Shall claim the right to govern me.
We were not born for quiet chains
Or gilded cages made of lies.
Our breath is older than their rule.
Our hope outlives their empires’ rise.
They write their power into stone,
We write our truth in living flame.
They trade in fear and call it peace —
We carve our justice from their shame.
No hunger forged by greedy hands
Shall teach our children how to beg.
No whip of silence on our tongues
Shall make us crawl where we once led.
We are the ones the songs remember.
We are the spark no storm can drown.
We are the many, standing tall
Where once they told us to lie down.
Let history hear our thundered vow:
We choose the good. We choose the right.
We choose the dawn against the dark —
And build our world in living light.
As he stands with his head high, his heart sighs,
His heavy heart weighs down his soul,
Tears fall silently, the fallen drag his weary eyes red,
A helmet worn to hide a man’s burdens,
A man stands there, but not a man at all.
Among the crowd, a woman catches his eye,
Her skin pure white, her gaze better than the stars,
His eyes meet hers, but words he dares not speak,
For she is royalty, and he, a servant meek.
Yet his eyes began to shine, forbidden light within,
He stands in shadows, sword ready to begin,
The blade thirsts, ever parched for its fight,
For his duty is clear: to guard through day and night.
So help me God
is not an empty phrase
It has implications
That sometimes would amaze
When we take an oath
It requires special care
Voting with a conscious
With nothing else there
A duty to the people
And some would say to God
No matter what it is
An oath gives matter a pause
We vote with the spirit
and not with the flesh
An oath demands devotion
and not nothing less
It does'nt follow parties
And is fearless of the press
We require an oath of honesty
And trust is all we have left
If an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
to such proverb
he'd not subscribe
as the income lost
to defray his cost
foolish he would ascribe
and instead
if looking sickly feeling ill
on my deathbed
a home visit plus pill
he'd quickly prescribe
as a patient I used to be
but now a customer that is me
and the Hippocratic Oath
he ducks like a quack
as to quote it he is quite loath
There’s a wildness in you
Burning like the desert sand
It taints a man’s blood
A fierce promise in your eyes
More glorious than sunset over the mountain
It defies me to say ‘no’
But that’s the only answer
I can offer
For I’ve taken an oath
And I must live it
For honor – for fidelity
Let passion perish
viability of a slave act
In violation of welfare code
Acceptance of commodity
In trade for commerce
statements made by time
statements in definition
statements in observation
scientific proof and evidence
The grief of mortals is a passing horror.
We gods, who live forever, saw far more.
Conceived in burning chaos were we few;
Beyond the pain of mortals what we knew.
And I, who suffered more than mortals may,
Conceived this fortress to all fears allay.
Let any call for comfort, they can come:
My peace shall render every torment numb.
My peace protects whoever poison pricks.
These things I swore upon the river Styx.
One poem of mine that warms the heart,
And reveals wondrous secrets from the start.
If I am enraptured you by my verse,
Remember, I was born in Zhylioy first!
To those who delve into life’s deep essence,
And find joy in its boundless presence.
When my poems shake through the earth,
Never think of me as dead of worth!
I resonated with my ancestor, Tonykok's lore,
And conversed with Kultegin, spirits of yore.
I shall not perish while Kazakh blood flows,
Through centuries, with you, my spirit grows!
I awakened one day with ancestors' might,
Hence my tongue remains fearless and bright.
Freedom’s pulse beats in my veins,
A rhythm alive, unbound by chains!
Centuries-old traditions, steadfast and wise,
We sought freedom under open skies.
Let not outsiders corrupt with their filth,
The pure waters of our blood and its wealth!
Open your eyes, rise, awaken, Kazakh!
Your name was always free, bold Kazakh!
To roam like the wind, across the earth,
Do not break the oath of your ancestors, Kazakh!
Hear my fervent promise
made wholeheartedly as Aphrodite's passion,
Adonis.
my love is pure
wholly fulfilled without ration
assure
allow
love's chaste fashion
vow
Hear my fervent promise
wholly fulfilled without ration
vow
So I am told
Or lead to believe
As I am not an actual Doctor
Have studied Biology
Or any form of Medicine
But what I have heard of before
Is that Doctor's upon completion
Of their studies once qualified
Swear a
Hypothetical Oath
So simply in this regard
Can they in all good consciousness
Agree to perform
Sex reassignment surgery
Given that I assume or hope
Surely you wouldn't be able to pass
Any medical boards examination
If you cannot determine the difference
Between the sexes
Male or Female
Surely that above all
Human Anatomy
Day 1
Probably wouldn't even be covered
As it would and maybe be both overlooked
Assumed and presumed
As and should merely be taken from granted
Are you willing to shoulder
the burden that was left
by those no longer heard
To write those things
they never wrote
inspired by their every word
To take that next step
they never took
to reach beyond their grasp
Clearing the way for those unborn
to pick up the mantle
— embracing the past
(The New Room: March, 2024)
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