The shimmer on the water,
rolls back consciousness,
to once more question its
reality. The Arch Defender
provides the platform of
Pure Virtue, untouchable,
The Good must overcome.
Darkness with its conscripted
power, leads with diamond
inclusions and splintered
starlight. Soon the shine is
dulled, the beautiful hand
shrivels, to hold but the
dust of temporal matter,
True light is love laden,
ancient energy from the
original source, the one
that has created something
from nothing, although I
wouldn't call Love...nothing!
Love cannot be held,
yet rules the whole human race...
and worth dying for!
The egomaniac has no power
unless you pause to hear him:
the bully shrivels in his tower
unless he makes you fear him.
your field lies bare and vacant
a patch of wasteland never toiled
pardon not granted merciless and cold
a harvest of apology’s acceptance lost
in resentment anger fear and insecurity
seeds of opportunity thrown away
serving your own narrow narrative
change shrivels up for scraps
growth stunted and discarded
a memory extending past the moment
acrimonious feeling feeds fertile soil
in lack of kindness and compassion
love’s detritus bordering on hatred
serves victimhood and animosity
lacks courtesy respect forgiveness
it takes courage and emotional maturity
to receive amends in decency and grace
to grant remorse regrets concessions
I love you dearly my wayward child
yet when you refuse to consider
my wife and lover’s redress and plea
to normalize what had been tainted
you need to know I stand with her
while you cannot I do forgive you
may not accept your stubborn disregard
feel sadness disbelief and disappointment
for the prodigal acorn from my oak tree
therefore I pray for us and wish you well
"A hand reaches for the unveiled and that’s the child’s mind.”
- Quote by Poet
The child’s mind is a camera,
It captures the day’s events down to the smallest details,
None seldom passes by,
Not even the one that escapes like a fly.
The child’s mind is a book,
In it, every event is written,
As dawn opens the door and twilight closes it,
As the clock ticks setting the stage for the events to emerge.
The child’s mind is a meadow,
It blossoms as the elements aid an uptake of the soul’s food,
It shrivels when scorched by the desert’s heat,
Awakened by the summons of the unseen.
The child’s mind is a boat,
Happy to sail but frightened by the storm,
It sees other boats a distance away,
Focused, it goes on its journey.
The child’s mind is a road,
It goes through the forest observing and understanding,
It tunnels through the night in search of light,
It ends where stars cease to shine.
October 4, 2024.
pollution
shrivels lungs
a slow death
we’ve abused
Mother Earth
now we pay
from afar
an angel
softly weeps
Hi there!
I am connecting with you in my mind.
Can you hear me when you are?
Every cell in your body is new, our Ship of Theseus!
How dark is your world?
Are you eating healthy foods?
Are your thoughts clean?
Are you happy?
Am I happy?
Can you remember?
We speak.
Even though you might not hear me,
I am here,
in my time,
in my world,
in my thoughts,
thinking of you.
Because it is love that binds us,
Know that I love you.
I know you can still love me too,
and that this alone brings us together
in momentous Joy!
The ocean of time between us shrivels to a tear drop.
Our Ship anchors to shore.
We are no longer distant.
We are the same, ‘you’ & ‘I’.
Take care now:)
This time of year
the lake is an island of cool
in a cauldron of heat.
A few months ago,
the surrounding grass
was fed by flood
and stood tall and green
in a bog.
Now it is bleached, bent over
and crackles underfoot.
By January, the landscape
shrivels up and tightens
into a parched,
knotted ball
tensing for the burn.
Baked and blackened,
its ancient soul readies
to resurrect again,
breaking out
of its charcoal sarcophagus
with a green shoot as if
it was giving a raised finger
to fire.
Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum".
"Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
"Wandering wispy whooshes" by wisps of weird warbles.
"An augur awash" in dew shrivels grapevine burst.
"Chapter claim crafted" up by chimera once called an alibi.
"Baud beat" of boxy beauty, barren trees with fuzzy bark acoustic.
"Unsustainable vastitude whips" to leave an open sky.
"Myrsine moon marble", magical gem idol aroma.
"Ritzy rag ravisher" mesh shining in a flame with an azure
saw.
"Sumptuous Sirius in somber" spell mixed glory to find my
pattern.
Written: September 14, 2022
Apply the brake on thoughts vicious
Fall not to thrust of lust
Heart shrivels by acts pernicious
Ego misdeeds unjust
Tender love God caress
Open hearts He does bless
Let’s not His laws transgress
Our joy at stake
Apply the brake
17-December-2021
Quietus
The time-framed mirror made of me
reflects the pernicious perception of fear,
looking at it I’m mortally scared,
and sink immobile in the state of stasis.
An emotion engulfed by trepidation,
bewildered by the flight of fight option,
gets trapped in irrationality of phobia,
while freeze response shrivels my mind.
The sane sense loses the escape route,
disappears in the miasma of loneliness,
petrified mind meanders in dense darkness,
trying to find the instinctive observer, me.
As that me turns into a fright sensor
in the dark abyss of scary isolation,
my detached soul strives to abandon it
to show the way how to transcend fear.
August 28, 2021
Brian Strand Contest : A Strand (1059)
The sea beckons.
The air is heavy with heat,
the sun fries the streets
shrivels up trees
and I feel parched.
Tired I trudge towards the waterfront.
Still the sea beckons.
Sweat runs down my face,
wets my unshaved face,
dampens my collar,
as I plod towards
the pebble lined sea shore.
The small waves glimmer,
winking in hot rays,
inviting me to cool myself.
Insistently the sea beckons.
Summer is at its worst.
I hobble down
towards the beach,
pull down my clothes
and stand in the sun's emissions
wearing my swimsuit.
Constantly the sea beckons.
I trudge towards the water's edge,
jump in and then
come out quickly, yelping.
I feel a jelly fish sting,
it burns red across my thigh.
Disillusioned I tramp back home.
The sea beckons no more.
21 August 2021
organic form encasing light
truth concealed by multiple sheaths
blurring thus our spherical sight
anchoring our soul here, beneath
illusions birthing delusion
organic form encasing light
mind plunged in deep confusion
heart senses something is not right
spirit unbound, shrivels in fright
free will loathe to forgo ego
organic form encasing light
floundering about in shallows
cessation the way, to be free
choosing love within, shining bright
we are one, seeming as many
organic form encasing light
22-June-2021
Angry people trigger me
I am terrified of them,
pushing myself into a tight ball
sliding into the cracks between the floorboards
I cannot get away fast enough
They might as well be carrying machine guns
and machetes and hatchets and hammers
my body shrivels up and dies
I slide into a place I do not fit
trying to get away before the blood bath
always expecting to be the first one mangled and killed
Viruses, the old, the new
What’s next? God only knows
Each new one that makes its debut
Will put on quite a show
And the people are distracted
As the virus takes its toll
Too bad for the weak hearted
A threat for any soul
And when it keeps on lingering
The fearless start to scoff
They’re done with all that hiding
They’ve simply had enough
And as they dare to look the virus
Straight into the eyes
Now watch how this pretentious lot
Soon shrivels up and dies
It’s so you now, the rules are clear
Ignore them if you dare
The virus is a friend of none
So no one it will spare
All viruses, the old, the new
Have all now claimed their place
They rule, destroy, they terrorize
And set the world ablaze.
Wendy Nipas
Chained by our souls epitomized grip
No one can break what’s built at the hip
Many have tried my cord of my heart
You know who you are gem from the start
Nothing is fake we know who we are
Love you I do even though your quite far
One day I will hold you and make you mine
A thousand years maybe or more only time
Your soul is mine this I sincerely divulge
Skin shrivels the rest just turns to sludge
Interwoven you and I unwritten vows till the end
I await your arms your kiss I am hear a friend.
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