Secretive Poems

In the secretive depths of the undulating night

In the secretive depths of the undulating night,
Each soul seeks its own path, sculpted in shadows,
No one can bestow your personal mythology,
The images that enchant you, coming from hidden dreams and visions,
Will reveal their truths only after you have lived them intensely.
In the mystical dance of existence, steps are unique signs,
No one has ever been

In the secretive corners of the soul

In the secretive corners of the soul,
Where you are guided by the whispers of loss,
There hides the seed of poetry —
A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain.
An ancient ritual in a canvas of darkness,
Where despair weaves with a thread of the moon,
Resilience embroidering melted illusions
Upon the perfect fabric of the night.
Poems are

In the secretive garden of metaphors

In the secretive garden of metaphors,
A vision of hues enswathed in enigma,
Words that grow stronger as they entwine, signing dreams assorted,
Under the aegis of magnificent specters, wonder is born for what will ensue,
Beauty that settles among letters blooming promises tinged with dream.
Oft without hindrance, in the core of belief,
Every thought is a capture in time,

In a world where the secretive shawl of night descends slowly

In a world where the secretive shawl of night descends slowly,
And the sun, bashful, has retreated, incandescent wholly,
Imagine that in the celestial veil, tender you enfold me,
And I, like a leaf in the wind, let your desire to stream through me, freely.
Your arms, like two seas gathering me into their swell,
Carry me to undefined realms

In the secretive Bethlehem, the sacred throng descends

In the secretive Bethlehem, the sacred throng descends,
Heavenly light, on the narrow path of gemstones,
Upon the silvery foam, the gentle angels glide,
Carrying hopes in their hands, onto the land where calmness lies.
Bethlehem arises, bowed by the burden of time,
And Joseph with Mary, humility and prayer on their path,
In the shadow of a withered shelter, breathing

The Secretive Mrs Mcdard

Shall we send the lady with the scotty dog a card?
The neighbors did not know her well. Mrs. McDard.
They had heard some rumors, but nothing reliable.
Like her husband was an institution, totally certifiable.

I have not met him, but I heard he is in a loony bin.
This came from one of the oldies, Mrs. Lulu Skin.
I

The Cautious Clown

The cautious clown 
hides his 
crestfallen frown 
behind his 
Intricate crown
of color.
Never letting 
his true self 
fully seep through 
the cracks of 
vulnerability.

Secretive Rainbow Spritzes

Amber clouds and rainbow spritzes glide through the heavens
anointing meadows and prairies with well-placed orbs of beauty
orbs that can only be seen by the fey, children, or mystics.
They can be felt, however, by healers, artists, and psychics

A pretty young maiden skips down a farm path, toward a garden.
Clouds can see marigolds, lilacs, geraniums, and bleeding

Those Secretive Walks Into the Sunflowers Fields

Almost every tree has been cut down,
a resort for the gamblers is being built;
elders and fortune seekers will frequent it often,
say farewell to those quiet walks into the woods,
I've seen the last tree tumble under electric saws;
nobody has noticed it except me being distraught.

Now after school, we take long strolls in the sunflower fields
they are

A Secretive Possession

Who doesn't have
a secretive possession
forcefully hidden inside,
never revealing it;
will it remain forever
an obscure memory
never seeing sunlight?

A secretive possession
is a jealous sentiment
kept in total darkness,
unless the feeble spirit 
finally breaks down.

I have some secretive
possessions that have
intently locked away
never challenged,  
or revealed to anyone;
should I decide
to make them known,
it would self-betrayal
of consciousness
and awareness.

Who has the audacity
to

Don'T Open Up Your Mind For All

He shall never dampen his morals following blemishes in them pointed out.

It shan't bother him for the meer fact that the misting off opinions of others do not concern him.

For his vision to not dim, the sentry is ordered to stand down, for only those with the most crooked visage shall traverse.

As for those who

Rocky Horror Marriage

ROCKY HORROR MARRIAGE

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My Most Secretive Smile

The boss began to boss me which I love.
I nodded with the fake smile I reserve for such an occasion.
She is not trained.
She has no idea what I do.
But she thinks she is the boss, and not just of me.
Of hundreds of others

My friend walks by and gives me a weird look.
I do not stick

Secretive Oak Tree

showing your oak self
tell tale petrified wood
saving your secrets

Sustaining Secretive Solitudes

I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night,
And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger…
Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air,
As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids.

The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence,
Like a severed statuesque Idol I only feel the empty now…
My tangled tears run

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