Outlives Poems

Take Me Home

...verse 1:

the night is long and the road is wide,
i've stepped through dark, side by side.
yet in the darkness- a voice has grown,
a gentle call to take me home.

chorus:

take me home, wher...

She's Still With Me

...
She came tonight, a whisper soft,  
As I lay reading, lost in thought.  
Her warmth curled close, a phantom grace,  
And time dissolved in her embrace.  

The book fell silent in my hand,  
H...

The Hand Reader

...It was a misty morning in Moscow—
When fate and palm first softly crossed,
In gilded halls where secrets sleep,
I met a man both sharp and lost.

An oligarch with eyes of frost,
Berezovsky, his...

Thread of mercy

...
 
I stitched the stars with thread of gold To bind the wounds the ages told, Where cruelty broke the world in two— I gathered light to sew it through.
 
The needle sang a lullaby Of souls who ne...

The End of an Era: A Letter to Benjamin Netanyahu

...Benjamin Netanyahu,
you once stood as a symbol of Israel’s resolve,
but power gained through fear and manipulation
is a flame that burns its master first.

You rose through the ranks
on speeche...

Misty clouded heart

...Misty clouds fill my eyes,
After you stabbed my heart,
With a blade forged in hate.
Pain oozes out like blood,
But neither red nor caked –
Yet it outlives all thought....

The Lion of Burkina

...In the dust and drums of a battered land,
Rose a flame from the heart of golden sand.
Ibrahim Traoré, son of the soil,
With hands unbought and feet unsoiled.

Not born of palace nor Western mold...

DO THEY EVER WONDER?

...Do they ever sit and wonder
How the clocks weep as they spin
How centuries vanish in a flash
While children pay for ancestral sin?

They fight for names carved into dust
For borders drawn in br...

The Cruelty and Consequences of Hate

...In a town where the whispers grew sharp as a blade..
Where anger took root in the words people made.
A boy flung a stone made of slander and spite..
And a girl threw it back in the dead of the nig...

Art Poetry

...Words dance across the canvas of my mind,
Brushstrokes of meaning, colors of sound.
In poetry's rhythm, art is defined—
Where image and language are forever bound.

The painter speaks in texture...

A Love Hung Quiet

...The hill was bare, the sky undone,
The veil was torn without a sound.
Red streaked the wood, the earth stood still,
And love hung quiet, pierced and crowned.
But dawn returned in linen white,
A ...

Prolegomena Soliloquy - Pt 1

...Tell me, my friend,  
does infinity not unsettle your reason,  
or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless?  

Look beyond the rust of your disbelief—  
this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im...

Thought of the day

...A tree outlives the leaves that adorn it
Adapting thus to change without complaint 
It thrives without any fear or desire
Stoic, standing erect, resembling a saint...

Art N Poetry

...Words dance across the canvas of my mind,
Brushstrokes of meaning, colors of sound.

In poetry's rhythm, art is defined
Where image and language are forever bound.

The painter speaks in textur...

The Roots of Time

...
Stone cracks itself when the immovable
is broken by pain.
Stone trees grow in stone locked caves.
All that is not stone wanders rootless,
yet they abide in that same furnace of time
th...

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