There is great beauty in sadness
Icy exterior, unyielding, unrelenting
You raised these walls and hid in your fragility
But there is great beauty in sadness
And enemies still want you nonetheless
Heartbroken, downtrodden, betrayed
It seems you died a hundred times that day
But there is great beauty in sadness
And ghosts are even more translucent
For light shines through them with great ease
You thought that you deceived us with your poise
Vacant stare, lifeless words, a raised shoulder,
But there is great beauty in sadness
You never really understood my love
That true grace remains unspoiled by human malice.
You drove away your penetrators, slightly still
Your frozen castle overlooks the hill
An icy kingdom of gloom and silence
Its gates sealed, only penetrable by the wind.
How long will the mists conceal your eyes
My bitter princess, my frail Queen
If Winter’s here and Spring arrives,
Can Summer be that far behind?
Oh childhood lullaby
Yee of bedtime sheep tailored
dream woven pillowcase
Ticking striking momentum behind
hidden crossed finger hand
Conical , decoherence pyramid shape
of future held in open palm
In barren room furnished simply
with a wardrobe hidden in a corner
Beckoning forth an erstwhile champion to
penetrable it's wonder-wall of secrets
And relieve them of the key so
as they can sleep and keep no more
While those who unbeknownst to them
know what they are not
Safely slumber under moon and star
pulsar up above and far further beyond
Sheltering under love's protection from
the bite of the north cold winds jagged teeth
cutting through bare exposed flesh
Who's purpose they believe is to challenge
the power of the witches spell and stroke
a lion's mane
And hopefully imagination permitting
return via the very same rabbit hole
they entered
To speak and tell of such graphic tales in
the key of lullaby that children just like
themselves can even understand
And willingly wish to go to bed in order
to dream
And resume the search of last night's
merriment and folly
Cacophony of sound
Breaks through my penetrable wall
My mind still reeling
From the dreams of the night
Leave me be
Surely you can see
I’m alone, even though not on my own
Mundane daily tasks
Force me to clear my mind
Of the heaven and hell my dreams inspire
Knowing there’s no escape
To be found while I’m still here
I yearn to be happy and free
Alive again without the pain
Of knowing I’ve lost me and
that I’m alone, even though not on my own
Reaching out is all I can do
But coming up short again and again
Breaks me and my resolutions wane
Somehow courage must be found
To deal with the fact that
I’m alone, even though not on my own
This is written in Bop format which is not an option to chose from
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~!! An Identity: All of Me !!~
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"Here, I'm talking
All of Me
My name, tale & speciality
not about Thee!
I'm now flowing
with the calm stream of Time
let's come to share my Jiff
let's come to share my Rhyme.
You can't judge Me
through the spectacles of penetrable presence
My inner thought is a little bit different
from the physical appearance.
During past jobs -
I served for Orphans
I too felt glad
to strengthened destitute Women.
I felt their real Pain
in the absence of Identity
I worked to eradicate
their unquenchable thirst, hunger & Poverty.
I am exploring different ways
to intermingle them with mainstream of Society
So they could become self-sufficient
and not be the mere part of Pity.
Introspection of my actions
are my Reality
I will continue it till my last breath
is my Identity.
Let's sow the seed of Affinity
to preserve Global Humanity
Else, we will be late
to bear Indemnity!"____Durgesh Verma
all we do is talk about the weather
in our own cellar language
and I want to accept
the truism of your perceptions
mainly to untangle the plot
but I ponder through seasons of augury
the intent of seven sisters
is perilous like tangent lines
and turns us into oblivious receivers
overcome by the haunting remorse
myths are lost with quiet humility
in another rebirth of blue moon
the uncontrollable power of destruction
is slowly getting into our penetrable thoughts
and strangely I'm your artificial hero
god lowered by the stage machinery
the elemental barricade of transitional gateways
even your tormented vision of love
dancing through the fourth dimension
we're chasing the unstable happiness
fighting the wakefulness of irrational age
we're awakened in self-sacrifice universe
born under the sign of the rabbit
we're expecting the divine intervention
by precise creation of water and metal
we collapse to each other as weeks go by
The consistency of this certain kind of Chemistry, a strong affinity, for
heterosexual sexuality, a salacious-n-sagacious formal formality, a beautiful
embrace enriched moral morality, I’m in love with this consistent Chemistry, of
my ***** penetrating your penetrable virginity, our hearts beat from a
consistency of chemistry, you balance me mentally, I’ve inhaled this chemistry
consistently, significantly-n-viciously.
I’m in love with your Chemistry.
And it’s Sunday all over again,
In my word and in your beauty.
Your silence, so fragile,
Penetrable and deep.
It’s like being trapped
In a museum.
Monday, I feel my shoulders
Heavy as every instant
You become more bashful.
Tuesday turns to Thursday,
While I watch your
Obsessive, irritated brow.
I don’t want you to leave,
Yet you must…
I’d lock you up till Friday.
I’d write to you,
However it would not be me who rides
The pen… but
My spirit, pouting from disillusion.
Still, Saturday morning
You’ll surely be gone
And it will turn
To Sunday all over again…
For I still bear
The weight of your death.
Another week and a killer
I still remain.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Not knowing
Weighs the heaviest on the mind
For the dreams of what could be
Occupy the very core of being
Allowing not the breath of free time
My mind seems
Forever set on dreaming
The constant wishing of changed color
A penetrable hue of fragrance and emotion
The very offerings that breathe life
Back into my dying heart and mind
A trillion waves make up an empty sea,
restless as the mind itself can be;
juggled once and juggled twice,
turmoil deep down resonates so well,
to some.
Words of steel clash a mind of rubber,
a mind of sanity which knows no other,
than what has been bestowed upon by thee.
A mind penetrable by impurity.
From some.
Wandering thoughts from deep arise,
a fire lit by the evening’s lies,
put out by sanity’s bowl of dust;
another mind you’ve failed to rust.
-For Some-
Why can't you hear my plea?
My soul screams for the release your binds
won't allow...
The echoing depths of my second
self...reaching, wanting to explore...
to search for and to find...to capture and
recapture...to hold...
Wanting to find the real me...
the true me...needing me...whole..wanting...
still searching...hoping...ME...
You never noticed that I slipped into a half
person...a shadow...
Never relinquishing all I could be...
all I could attain...only a whisper!
An imagery of what you want me to be!
Caught in a prism, all angles reflecting,
coinciding, but none penetrable enough to
experience or to know my inner-self...even
when my voiceless face stood frozen...
WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR MY PLEA...
MY SOUL SCREAMS...
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