Come now brother, lay your head.
The gates swing wide.
Your name is printed in the book of life.
Where demons no longer abide.
The mat on which you laid no longer restrains.
What you endured in the end,
What others saw with saddened eyes,
Is not what I know will ascend.
No smell of smoke and ash for you, my brother.
No gnawing of teeth or tearing of clothes.
No sufferance, no gripe.
No picking of flesh from vultures and crows.
You’ll be in clear skies and streets of gold.
Our mother to embrace and earthly father to see.
Distant, loving friends all gathered,
With love…oh the love and grace you will receive.
Sounds of trumpets blasts open the gates.
A loving embrace of a warming light.
“Well done my son,” Whispered in your ear,
A kiss upon your cheek from He who has all might.
No heavy weight, no broken stride,
Just open arms and perfect rest.
The long dark night is finally gone.
Peace to you, my brother; peace, my love, I profess.
i FEEL IT INSIDE OF ME,
THE DEEP DARKNESS THAT'S CRIPPLING MY MIND BODY AND SOUL,
CREEPING AND LURKING TEARING ME APART PIECE BY PIECE,
READY TO BE LET OUT,
IM SCREAMING FROM WITHIN,
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?
DOES ANYONE EVEN CARE?
IT'S ALL THESE DEMONS RUNNING RAMPID AND DEEP,
OVERFLOWING AND COMPOUNDING,
i CAN NOT SEE THE LIGHT,
MY FALME OF HOPE IS SWINDLING,
ALMOST OUT,
I WANT TO YELL OUT PLEAE SAVE MEM
BUT THE MISERY AND DARKNESS RESTRAINS ME,
IF I OPEN MY CHEST OF AGONY ,
WILL YOU BE THERE TO CONSOLE ME?
HOLDING ME CLOSER AND TIGHTER,
UNTIL MY SUFFERING IS DONE,
CAST OUT ALL MY DEMONS,
AND SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
I perceive her as fire, not too smokey
But glossed enough to burn my desire ,
This back street pleasure filling empty pathways
Isolated by moonless eve... guarded by egg shells :
Only the waves know this rapture,
Only the stars hear loud groans,moans...
Although this warmth or heat is rented,
My own misery or angst dissolves
As her skin waxes on mine ... slow
Then fast in restless grind of hours.
We take tingling drops of wine
Before sunlight gleams to rise over sheets
Now crumpled by lust, maybe an ounce of love--
She, draped in mannequin's thin wrap
Is delicate and tough with a heart unbidden :
How in this moment, her flaming eyes
Flirt with my demons... and yet her cunning mien
Restrains surrender of constant ardor--
And while I button her second-hand dress
Our next rendezvous is done, again--again
The comfort of my scourged loneliness,
Allayed by the harlot of my nights.
Naught seems so beautiful O as to see
Winter-wilted greens tender shoots to bear,
Thrushes in tune, triumph of trickery,
That see their eggs getting free foster care
Which, lets her sing through all summer till rains,
Flowers when bloom at their creative best,
The mood all around knows when no restrains,
To see the season reach climaxing crest.
But why, why all this juice and so much joy?
Harsh summer waiting is on ready wings,
Awaiting its reign this mood to destroy,
Yet, seasons’ beauty ends not just with springs,
E’en joys of rich monsoon turn unto cloy
That as ere ‘pon earth Eden’s delight brings.
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Sonnet | 08.02.2026 | beauty, joy, monsoon, rains, spring
I'm afraid of the dark
The cold blackness
Restrains me in it's grip
As shadows play with my mind.
I can't breathe
But it's my breathing
That breaks the silence
Echoing in my ears.
I can't move
Fear has me frozen
My legs shaking
My heart pounding.
I'm sweating
It drips down my back
My eyes searching
Straining to see.
I'm all alone
I can't run
I can't scream
I can't cry.
My throat is so dry
I can't swallow
The air is thick
Like a dense fog.
I see a bright light
So I run to it
But it's only my window
Shinning with the morning sun.
I am locked in
I'm boxed in
full of fear
no one can hear
I want to escape
but I'm frozen in place
if I could fly
I'd soar to the sky
I cry and cry
wishing to die
when I think of you
I feel brand new
Your love makes me stronger
so I will be here no longer
I have no one to tell
without you it's hell
When your not here
I feel with fear
Your heart is the key
to the box that restrains me
Get involved in a project
And the hours just slip away.
Before you know it, dusk arrives
To zipper up the day.
No matter what you work on,
Using implements or brains,
The progress that you make depends
On how the time restrains.
With luck, you get to finish
Or make good on your intent,
‘Til you look outside and wonder
Where exactly this day went.
Soft spoken person
who restrains from loud voices
enjoys quiet time
His eyes seem to tell her:
O not so wrapped in winter,
Be a bit bolder,
And in rains wetter,
Beauty’s for the beholder,
Pray, do not deter,
Why I love summer,
The greatest garment hater,
A season topper!
Nature’s the best wear
And skin the best of garment,
An all-season wear!
That’s beauty that reigns,
Like gold that forever gains,
But your dress restrains.
Not clothes, I love you,
How much? Like depth of sky blue,
Raindrops, sands on sea.
You count and re-count,
Recount, love’s hard to account,
I’ve tried, lost my count.
I love to await
Your arrival at the gate—
The joy just to wait,
There’s joy in waiting,
Thrill to see you arriving,
Hug, much less kissing.
So, come rains on date,
Cool my heart that it can wait
If she’s not so late.
But not pouring rains
That remind me of past pains
Whose sting long remains.
Get her a bit wet
Her beauty spots O to whet,
O Rain, monsoon mate!
Rain, rain, so much not
That in your storm she gets caught,
But once here, go not.
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Musings |03.07.2023| rain, haiku
Absolute freedom -
Can't exist for the one who -
Restrains all others.
Beneath the city's concrete canopy,
Sunlight filters through the urban sprawl.
A dance of shadows on an asphalt stage,
Nature latent in the midst of it all.
Pillars of industry made of glass and steel,
Create an artificial forest, towering high.
Still, within the gaps, light seeps through,
A modern echo of the open sky.
Within the hustle, a subtle interlude,
Komorebi dapples through the city's veins.
A moment of calm in the urban pulse,
Nature reclaiming what cement restrains.
Crystal leaves and chrome branches intertwine,
Casting patterns on sidewalks below.
A concert of sunlight and structures behold,
A harmonious blend of ebb and flow.
In these quiet pockets, a sanctuary found,
Where sunlight dances and leaves unbound,
Komorebi, a tranquil urban hymn,
Nature's language beneath city's din.
In the shadows of the night,
I feel Satan's yoke, so tight,
His grip upon my soul,
Is a weight I cannot control.
I am lost in his embrace,
My heart and mind, he does encase,
I am but a pawn in his game,
A victim to his fiery flame.
I am consumed by his darkness,
My spirit, he does harness,
I am bound by his chains,
My will, he forever restrains.
Oh, the agony and the pain,
Of being under Satan's reign,
I long to be free from his hold,
To escape his cruel, cold mold.
But alas, I am but a mere mortal,
Trapped in his web of infernal portal,
Only through faith and love,
Can I be lifted, to the heavens above.
So, I pray for salvation,
For a way out of this damnation,
To be free from Satan's yoke,
And find the peace that I invoke.
We sailed the seven seas with vinegar in our brains
Singing ingrained sea chanties, with repeating refrains
We did not eat oatmeal, the rats ate all of our grains
We were proud persnickety pirates, there were no kinds of chains
Our parents tried to coax us out of the sea and the rains
But we were determined to make our way past the Great Plains.
We sailed upstream, singing our loud repeating refrains
Did not stop until we got to a whirlpool that changed our lanes.
What are you hoping to accomplish? Can we send you some planes?
Called out our grandparents, who had difficulty with their restrains.
Sorry, we yelled back, singing with gusto our repeating refrains.
But we are sailing the seven seas with vinegar in our brains.
She danced under milky moonlight,
Lithely swaying to starry strains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He watched her waltz - a graceful sight,
Heeding no decorum constrains,
She danced under milky moonlight;
In the shadows, it seemed just right
That she would set alight the plains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
Stopping his heart took all his might,
As it raced to her without reins,
She danced under milky moonlight;
She knew he was watching, her knight,
To impress him, she took all pains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He joined her dance, what a delight!
Holding his hands without restrains,
She danced under milky moonlight,
Twirling like a nymph of the night.
12th November 2022
For L Milton Hankins' "Third-person Villanelle" contest
Under the scorching blaze of the craving sun
The desiccated life suffering forsaken parched
Searches for a wayside tree of gratification
To provide the satisfying shade of success.
The fulfillment of deep desire of irresistible love
I irresistibly desire from the core of my heart
Subsumes seamlessly the passionate hedonism
That takes me to the ambit of enticing impulse.
Chasing mirage on dwindling dunes of despair
Hope lost of taking life to the illusion of oasis
As sand storm of setback brews in the horizon
I enter the awareness realm to surpass crave.
The insight restrains the demanding dreams
Lest these plunge to languish in life’s abyss
Push the self to the destructive domain of fear
At the disappearing edge of the ebbing hopes.
My mind then develops special skill of courage
Cultivates aspirant ability to evade the urge
Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction
As I feel aversion sprout from the seed of desire.
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September 30, 2022
Contest : Desire And Aversion
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
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