A troubadour wanders
through star laden space
Absorbing new light
from destiny’s face
The truest reflection
opaque at the heart
Intrepid attacking
repelling the dark
As hope and a memory
marry within
Strings of eternity
tune on the wind
Where off in a storm cloud
the Jester forays
And wrapped in new thunder
— a violin plays
(To Scarlet: April, 2026)
I hold my heart in my hand,
Waiting for a messenger with whom I could send.
One who's trustworthy, mature, and true,
Who understands the worth of the gift, and the feelings it’s bound to.
But what if the receiver’s not ready?
’Cause we’re repelling—slow and steady.
The world is short of trials...
Since I lost one, I fear I’ve missed my chance to redial.
Trying and trying is all I can do—
People say miracles happen... and I really hope they do.
Right when i thought it was time to start (that's what I get)
Everything started falling apart (how could i forget?)
Broken heart
Finding out I was never a part...
As soon as I think I've found (that's what I get for thinking)
What I think is stable ground (how could i keep forgetting?)
I start to hear a familiar sound
My world falling apart all around
I dont mean to sound like a broken record
This loss I can no longer afford
I feel like I'm repelling without a cord
Going into war without a gun or sword
I guess i should take the hint finally
Nobody can ever really help me
I'm too broken, but I finally see
It's not the world, it's me
So from what I know
The defective has to go
Dont make it slow
Time to end this $#!@ show
I dont know how to begin
My life is in a tailspin
Not the driver, I'm in the passenger seat
Time to accept defeat.
Hypothesis:
What is an ego anyways
Are we born with it
And from the moment we have the willpower
we’re tasked with muting it
Or does it grow from experiences of rejection
Fed by whom?
Is it intrinsically preserving,
Extrinsically repelling…
For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate
Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory
Experiment:
I’d like to think my ego dissolved
The moment my mother dropped me
From her arms before I ever had a chance to challenge Piaget’s concept of object permanence
And when I plummeted to reality
I landed upon the selfless idea
That if their need for affirmation
Could supersede my need for survival
Then I could keep from ever falling so tragically again
Analysis:
And though ego death happens in silence
It’s showboating that sustains ego life
Suppose one without the death
could never question their impulses.
Without an initial fall
The ego can’t even see it’s own reflection
I never thought they would figure me out
How could they find me in the layers of illusion?
I never thought one could completely turn about
So many pleasures, I kept them in confusion
Now after all these years, it has come to this
I push the same buttons, but their minds start to think
They’ll kill their ego in their search for pure bliss
I flash the bright lights, they don’t even blink
They’ve turn to a silence, and peace as they start
Repelling my luring by turning their backs
Inside they are peering, down deep in their hearts
They’re through with my lust, they see what it lacks
It was a great run, we sure had some fun,
I’m crucified like Christ; they now live through God’s Son.
Begotten to Fail
The strutting hustlers
rouse their slumberous day
amidst their maddened worlds
In the midst
of the wary ghetto
A dream steps out
blinking, yawning with a resolve
even as their sky seems blurry
Repelling men and monsters
Relishing the forecasted rain
Marching through
mud and splatters
riding with the lightning
dancing to the pounding thunder
mastering the guts and dangers
grimy with the heap
of yesterday’s dreams
grimacing the flavour
of lack and resentment
Written May 30th for Contest by Craig Cornish
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Silence slowly dims into space,
heaves gently over words and lines
words and whispers whirl with awe
despite hindrance, I strive to spell
the range of emotions whirling—
a restless sea.
Semantics and syntax—alien to my root tongue,
linguistic rules and policies
taught in sterile settings
harvest dust while I strive for the right!
Tune in to your heart—
select the right spectrum
repelling ripples resemble ink fading into water
a wavelength for moonlight threading.
No lexicon conveys the implicit clamor of the vernacular,
woven via deft looks, we have created
our crypto-system, carved on our skin
Inscribed in whispers—
whispered through silence—
hush as heavy as viscous fog.
The searing sun has long been a revolving revelation of angst,
repelling songs of the skies, sung by the strings of the wings.
Pallid, poised only by muscle memory - a compositional backdrop,
past the point of revival, yet something inside me still ticks.
A trembling truth that never drifts,
these broken blues: a silent shadow with loud hues.
The bones of me, tunelessly picked out,
until I'm the aching hollow of unamplified sound.
Where do breathing colors of me sleep,
when deadly nights of the air eclipse upon the web once woven by whispers?
Death just a dropped chin and averted eye,
the slow slump of a sinner's stagnant dirge plays out.
Let those cobalt stones cease writings from vicious veins,
where wilting roses dip their thorns in starry puddles with no name.
Now begging for exsanguination of my pain,
the measure of a man captured, still, in expired offerings of disdain.
Self-assertion blatant, repelling babble exuberant, closing floodgates you eschew, none fooled by you.
you speak,
winds shriek,
shout loud,
feel proud,
you brag
self tag,
your lies
none buys,
voice lone,
place shown,
musk breaks,
face wrecks,
mouth shut,
stops glut.
You blurt garbage dirt, off your guard, torn to shard, do a volte-face, eat words in disgrace.
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desire and aversion
attracting and repelling
sets up a cycle of creation
preservation and destruction
attached to ego like glue
causing our suffering
we as an entity
conjuring this drama
on choosing to become still
simply observing the flow of life
vibrant and yet agendaless
is in but not of the world
vaporised presence
fully present in the now
enlivens the time continuum
with its innate eternal aliveness
till both space and time yield
revealing the ultimate truth
reworded we may say
illusionary ego disappears
whereupon true Self emerges
in as cognisant in the waking state
feeling complete and at peace
resplendent in its own light
The mirror is ignorant
Of what I know is the truth:
Youth repelling the elements -
A smooth face untouched by grief -
An expression revealing no thought
Whose round eyes of ocean blue
Can't focus in on a plot -
Can't see vandals for what they do
But this face is aware of things
From academia and abroad -
Challenged by touch and theory -
Although my peers might say not
And my opinions - they run deep -
Diverse in classifications -
My humility - held steady -
By the years of my burdens.
Immune to judgement;
I run away from my happy days,
can't believe I could have hapiness too.
though words hurt a lot more,
they heal a lot more too.
There are days when i feel most alive,
im too scared to disturb that beehive
that sphere of my life.
I wish to change,
want new beginnings;
but what if the stings kill me before i can see it?
I search for some semblance of humanity,
but all i see is clouds of vanity
repelling each other since we're all the same
I dont know what to say.
In hues that hint at pink and gold,
an edge develops in the black.
Then pushing up there at the fold,
a stunning disc begins its track.
A sliver-pierced pastoral scene,
a shriek, if color had a sound…
Startling, indeed, but pure and clean,
birthed from the earth, pushed from the ground.
The disc has now become a ball,
borne up by some repelling force.
As all are captured in its thrall,
it launches on its charted course.
In seemingly unending ways,
the sun brings light into our days.
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I labeled this a sonnet, as it has the traditional rhyme scheme of an English sonnet (abab cdcd efef gg), but the lines are all iambic tetrameter, so technically, it isn't, I suppose.
coy
shy, skittish
inveigling, inviting, enticing
appeal, allure, impudent, impertinent
repelling, revolting, repulsing
cocky, cheeky
bold
Christ the Suffering is the fire of love
The red flame that flows within every plant, person and dove
Who sacrificed itself on each tree in sight
For the eventual victory of the tranquil light
Christ the Messiah is the flame of power
The golden fire that shines goodness into each flower
Showing its life to those asleep during night
Repelling the endless shadow of night through its hot might
Christ the Luminous is the flame of wisdom
The blue fire that unveils the all and heaven’s kingdom
Illuminating the caged brain all the way through
Releasing the caged bird to the endless expanse of blue
This is the triple powered flame unquenching
Shining as three endless lamps but is a single white light
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