Why Am I Always
Holding My Breath?
If I Breathe, My
Breathing May
Swell...
And The Tsumanis Create
Where Thhhheeyyy
Crest.
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Overwhelms Darkness
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Where It Hurts.
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(Make's It MAD!)
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2026
In the Bluebird of Happiness
at Klutina Kate's
the rain dances
splatting the metal roof
and dribbling down the windows
Never expected to find comfort
in an old bus
but I sleep well here
Didn't expect to be here
Didn't expect to belong here
Yep, where the northern lights play
it's turning gold
I'll saddle up before it turns white
journey back through the Yukon
and make my way south for
Christmas in Florida
Or Australia
I just wanted to see some caribou
Didn't know I'd make friends
Caribou, moose, bear,
glaciers, tundra, and snow-capped peaks
there have been plenty
but they're not what I'll come back for
On every highway and byway
beauty overwhelms
but it's deep in the heart too
the kind I'd run from
Not anymore
Wild shadow, you hold me in your embrace
Apollo of the universe, infinity overwhelms me
I hear the clinking of wandering waves
The back-and-forth motion of life’s pulsations.
Unaware, I dive into a black hole, moved
I surrender my soul, soothed, in love
In love as never before with an unknown world
The silent path of gentle, cherished values.
I vibrate with the harmony of dreamed sounds.
Elegant notes rise toward the sky
Tulip petals with broken bells
Life’s songs carry essential tones.
Deep silence, you capture a trembling shift
Without a doubt, a note — light of absence.
Relief of the spirit at the gates of time
The awakening of the Night is a rebirth.
Joël Charvillat.
Strange it probably sounds
But never one is she too dis
When lonliness doing the rounds
If l'm ok, never going on premise
When maddness overwhelms
Never leaving me to go a miss
When l'm in leaps and bounds
Making any atmosphere bliss
Through the ups and the downs
She has always been there my sis
The only one who never frowns
All l can do is thank her for this
At little tribute two sisters dawn and donna written june july 2023
When luck and fortune flee from my own soul,
and then disaster overwhelms my hope,
and hunger consumes the meal in my bowl,
and poverty and debt hinder my scope,
then I wish myself more rich in spirit,
in wisdom and character more complete,
with God's forgiveness now to inherit,
and grace in place of ruin and defeat.
But I reflect on our time spent together,
that spring we made love under a domed sky
(those happy days seemed to live on forever).
Despair now gone, I sing and let joy fly.
As you now live on in my sonnet's measure,
may all men find in you time's endless treasure.
Like a breeze licking the tops of the trees,
Like those silences that strike straight to the heart,
Like the river that believes it has tamed wild water,
Like that December morning that is not Christmas.
Like those clouds running through the blue of the sky,
Like that flower offering its beauty to nature,
Like the falling night stirring orange swirls,
Like a bird’s song fading into the distance.
Like those scents offering a symphony of freedom,
Like the Moon laying a veil of light,
Like the birth of life with no return,
Like the hand extended toward one and all.
An addition of moments that overwhelms me.
Like a prayer carried to the end of the path.
Joël Charvillat
Is there anything more beautiful than your touch?
As I watch you undress, I drown in your eyes.
The depth of feeling which pours from them
devours every inch of my skin.
Your hands have no need to caress me,
for your silent stare holds in its intensity.
Slowly each item of clothing is removed
and I catch the breath which escapes me.
You smile at my expression of desire
and adore my patience as I wait.
My breath catches in my throat
as my eyes connect with yours.
For a brief moment which lasts an eternity,
we’re one in our graceful, locked calm.
Such power in our silent embrace
overwhelms us with sensuous supremacy.
Our eyes water as we understand the depth
of the other's feeling, tingling with expectancy.
As I slowly brush your lips with mine,
gentle feathers of love fall in response.
Lost in each other's beautiful silence
we make love on the shore of our dreams.
Beautiful splendor takes over our souls
and we shower in orgasmic screams.
In the dead of night
the quiet overwhelms
a candle works its magic
her zig-zag flame enigmatic
In the still of the night
a rustle of leaves
scares night-owls 'most to death
uneven, their breath
In the midnight hours
senses hone their powers
feasting on infinitesimal change
defying limits of mankind's range
In the wee hours of the morn
hopes yearn for dawn
only to be dashed against
guardrails of nighttime's marathon
“My soul is a black maelstrom…” ~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.
Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry as the scorching desert sand
Fear like a heavy boulder sits on my chest
My heart is chasing a Chimera
A pit is forming in my stomach,
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
Grim and gloomy feelings shroud my being
permeating a fatalistic suspicion of society at large
dragging me down the road to depression.
A sense of emptiness is mushrooming within me,
like the morning miasma blurring the view,
All hands of hope have been withdrawn
Every moment henceforth
is pregnant with some novel challenges,
Tackling a new task overwhelms me
and despair prevails over my soul undeterred —
Bogged down by fate,
Tethered to my faith,
and mired in a spiritual quagmire
I am unable to claw my way back up
to Mount Calvary.
~Prompt 2: "As I slip into the void of this endless black."
~Contest: Venom and Stardust: A Birthday Prompt
~sponsor: Sara Jama.
playful Megan Tropy, uncanny companion,
collaboration born
fundamentally emergent like the Cosmos
and thought
order above disorder
neg-entropy over entropy
hence the name, efflorescent child
reversing fate
bundle of positive feedback
creative energy, overwhelms dull sustainability
step-dances over the crater horizon
this is the creature I met on Luna
one Earth-lit night
we talked, I transformed!
Her conversation
chose pick of words
things he'd never thought
he'd ever hear
and things he was happy
to have heard
she told him she loved him
and would be glad to
be his wife
a desire to settle down
he'd be her partner for life
I pause to think
a excitement overwhelmed me
a nervous anticipation
ah joy that overwhelms me
I'll ask you then
for the world to see
Too complex for quietness
too many words could undermine
Ia silly grin
exposed me
everyone knew what was on my mind
a Suttle harmony
a melody so eccentric
love over whelmes me
a passion within
what a special gesture
my lover and friend
Accepting that I am alone in this life
Ready to trust in Jesus Surrendering to God
Always a smile on my face
Peace to my soul and my spirit on fire
Love deep inside comes from My Father
Glory to God I am not alone He is with me
Trusting in Faith over what is seen
Love overwhelms while I surrender to God
Heavy is the pain he bore my sins
Love soars toward my heart I am never alone
God is my best friend he is with me now
There’s a power in your heart equal to the magnitude of a star.
The tide of your love can sweep away all cramped torments.
The symphony of your being overwhelms the dissonance of pain.
In your hand nestles the future of your every hope.
In your brightness glimmers the promise of endless days.
So, only remember your divinity.
Try to imagine the smile of God
when he made you an angel
and gave you to his creation
as a ray of angelic love.
Christopher M. Swan 2011
Power pelf and prowess that set up realms
Stay but for a contingent while : till overwhelms
The ruling of fate in irony to mock the futility ;
Strides long, and vicious loud laughs of vanity ,
Are lost in the infinite stretch of senile haul ;
Love renown and proud success just dissolve
In the roaring ocean of dismay and chagrin- brawl;
Conquests and coersion which surfeited the ego,
At the slightest win caused the pride to overgrow ,
Are all set to be lost deep down the nadiral low
And the elixir of essential life and existence also
Is mixed up with the harmful venomous potion- flow ;
As the irate , illusive end seems to near and cover,
Things fail and the inevitable destiny closes over.
lightning
ignites
euphoria
in
progressive
gestures
of
synthetic
spheres
reality
overwhelms
&
extinguishes
utopia
a spectacle
inherited
paraphrased
yet
still
envisaged
fascinates
oscillating
an
individual
sense
of
the profound
trembling
boundless
&incessant
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