note ~
how kisses create the vacuum
vacuum creates the ease
this ease exists within "the interior"
it is there that I will keep you safe
our forever & after
a continual persistence of ~ cared for ~
tilt your face to the perpetual sun
of my ever-present & complete devotion
Timeless you once said to me
standing on golden sands distant horizons met
This world of ours has no ending
living oceans murmur inside breathes
within memories in those that salt cured
They are the gathering dust blown away
bleached white the remains become fossils of a bygone day
in memory of each waking hour thanking God for each gift
There lacks no fear in death,
?No pain in the grave.
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?There lacks no tears in the eyes,
?But the pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?The pen bleeds ink, a river of regret,
?As I sign my name to this fatal debt.
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?No tears in these eyes, that once shone bright.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?But I've wielded a different kind of blade.
?One that cuts deep, a wound that won't heal.
?A subtle reminder, of the life I've sealed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?I have wielded a two-edged blade.
?A life I have sealed.
?The wound may not be healed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
My life, a sealed manuscript, buried under layers of mystery,
She arrived like a key of light, revealing hidden treasures,
In its unwritten pages, immortal stories awaited to come to life,
Calling a soul to read them, to bring them from shadow to dawn.
Now, she opens each line with her gentle breath, bringing rebirth,
Breathing life into this forgotten volume, transforming it into a living symphony,
Her presence, a warm breeze that flips through the dusty pages of my heart,
Each turned page is a dance of the soul towards infinity.
Since she stepped into my world, joy has become my guiding star,
I was lost until I saw the pure light in her clear eyes,
A heart once wrapped in ice now flows like a clear river,
In a universe transformed into paradise, I find my place and purpose.
Listening to the whispers of the heart, a profound lesson full of miracles,
It brings dreams to the surface, where reality and magic intertwine.
Tartaric acid rain of the lost calligraphy
Peels to melt the running emotions
Drains clog beneath dynasties
Commerce to no one in seas
Pourtant je vois ceasefire
See a spark of defiance
Harlequin of belle dame misery
Catatonic brutality ends within me
Phantom of these nigh-mares
Shriek away stares orbs no retinas
Telltale sen em bras lambent
Am I dying nevermore
Mourning my own demises gavotte masquerade
Is that a shimmer of light on my finale
Blank for poetry
For the first time, I’m blank
No poetic rhythm
or vocabulary connoisseurship
Just plainly and utterly blank
I’m searching and scouring
Not finding the right words
Or any words at all
I’m just...blank
Maybe that’s what this does to you
This way of being deliberately broken
With such a piercing pain
it echoes through the shards of sobs
As I watch the shreds of ashes
Of all I’d based my short-lived life on
Stain the same palm of hands
That worked so hard to appease
Touching the ever so intricate part of me
Shattered
Weeping for the part that held
Every single thread of my dedication
Woven into the most validating piece of clothing
Warm and secure it embraced
Like a heated coat in the cruel winter
And I sat there, blank
Lips sealed with grief
For a self that made the psyche rest
And now I stand worthless and wordless
Blank.
his plea
for clemency
has fallen on deaf ears -
a death row inmate walks to the
gallows
Written: October 12, 2023
Cinquain Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Guile gust
I grasp your gasp
goad grafts gently glowing
the gray grove greenery growing
glean grace
Skies Straight
I snared your sight
Schizoid swing of Steward
sewn souls spewing as oxblood stems
stark stance
Wince, wight
I've weaned your whiff
the world-wedged wink was wrapped
while not washing down the wild waft
when whet
Froth flow
your frisk frame flits
follow fall foliage
freshly framed flimsy fruity field
faint flame.
Sand stake
of smog steam sieve
you stride in silence steps
by slamming a skulker-shaped slope
spread string.
The box arrived sealed.
In my heart, I know what it holds.
I open the box with anticipation,
Knowing I've waited all my life for this.
I look inside,
I see books.
My name is embossed on the cover,
As if it were a dream,
With the words "Voices Of My Heart."
I held it up with one hand,
Kiss it with such love,
All my emotions come flooding out.
This book is my whole life.
My dreams, My memories, and,
My blood, sweat, and tears.
This is the one thing that,
She will never take from me.
I raise the book as I yell,
You can't take this from me!
This is mine!
I smile as I look within my heart and,
Realize I am home.
I am an author and,
I have taken back my power.
I may not be rich,
But at least the world,
Will know who I am.
For me, that is a start.
I am now an author.
One whose lips seals:
Do so at meals.
Don't out things reel;
Try to face feel.
It looks not ideal,
either you real...
Is that O Neal,
Who can't lips seal?
Watch it at meals;
With pepper deals.
Who can't lips seal:
Please, let wounds heal,
Big laughter peal;
Peace Mankind feel;
Strike The Christ's Deal...
Glance I steal
At Eyes of Steel.
They crush like wheel
And could flesh peel;
On yours a weal...
Talker at meal:
Face your veal.
words aborted
the missed opportunities
to show i care
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Thousand words within,
Fiercely beg to be let out,
The nuts and bolts deep.
A while ago, my heart was sealed,
Believing no man could keep it safe;
Deceitful minds have been my plight,
Understand this and know it’s been tough.
Little did I know of fate’s secret remedy,
Reviving me with its pleasant dose;
A day’s encounter unsealed my heart,
Zero morale zoomed up to the zenith.
An Edo man has made me laugh out all the pains,
Quenching the dark flames heaped in me;
My life just gained a new essence,
Undergoing the transformation this being has brought.
Happy Birthday, the perfect man of my dreams,
Allah’s unending Rahma is my prayer for you;
Maybe this is a dream 'cause it’s hard to believe,
Mere sinner like me, how did I get so lucky?
Ehirieme, you are my special gift from God,
Dial my number and I’ll always be there.
"sealed with a kiss"
I wear pearls you gave me
but they are not my jewels
I accept flowers you give me
but they are not my beauty
I look to the stars above
but they are not my light
pearls flowers and stars
are all pale compared to you
your love is more than this
always sealed with a kiss
SkyWatcher
04-13-22
Trapped in slothfulness
Trapped in spiral labyrinth
Will she leave her shell
Inspired by a mosiac art of snails in Aquileia Basilica. Explained here: https://theomagica.com/blog/visit-to-a-gnostic-sanctum-aquileia
Aquileia's official website explaining the site: http://www.comune.aquileia.ud.it/index.php?id=6903&L=4
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