In the depths of silence, thoughts flow like underground rivers,
where the moonlight stops to rest its weary wings,
and time seems an illusion, a grain of sand lost in the hourglass of eternity,
here, in the heart of silence, the thoughtful man crafts his own universe.
There is no rest for the thinker, only endless journeys,
among the shadows of memories and unfulfilled dreams that smolder quietly,
in a silent dance, in the depths of the mind, where silence sings,
and each moment becomes a new beginning, an unwritten poem.
Those who watch from afar do not know that in stillness life pulses,
that in each breath lie entire worlds, unspoken and infinite,
and in the depths of apparent nothingness, constellations of thoughts ignite,
where the thoughtful man finds his greatest activity.
In the shadow of silence, where only the echo of thoughts can penetrate,
lie the secrets of the universe, understood only by those who know how to listen,
and in this dance of silence, the esoteric magic of creation is born,
for only silence can reveal what noise conceals.
Sign of new tomorrows?
The old ones may just say.
Agony, pain, sore sorrows!
Doubt, dread and dismay!
Wilted flower, came the rain?
Death, ye did disdain!
Thunderbolts across the main!
Blighted by the bane!
Soar above us, carrion crow!
Dappled light, thy roe...
Weathervane, point well to woe?
Reap just what ye sew.
Thus in springtime, new and strong.
Elders, ye belong?
O for heroes without song!
Sin's light, scuppernong...
Aim for hearts, O Cupid?
Well, sir, that's just my job.
Prisoner, enjoy thy bid!
Burglar, time to rob!
Rabid fire in darkness burn!
Hail, O sacred sight!
Tamarind a-taciturn!
Poison, photon, plight!
Jewel whom the hard sun off shone;
Surface yours: as bone?
O volcano, seen thy cone?
Debtor, care to loan?
Flickering the flame in fall?
Yes, and here is why:
Funeral, cast well thy pall!
Treacherous to try!
Gold long by prospectors sought;
Sparks of life were wrought?
Deadly venom, often bought?
Foreign wars a-fought!
Cold the coals of chaos!
Forever smolder bright!
Dancing stars of fine-flung gloss!
Reign eternal, Night!
Tonight I cried.
The silence after giving was louder than my music ever dared to be.
Six cards, six names—none turned toward me.
I asked why. The void answered with its back.
Tonight I walked into the open like a soldier with no armor.
The wind was a warning. The world—cold, familiar.
I pulled my hood like a curtain on a play no one watched,
and met the only warmth in the arms of the dark.
Tonight I mourned the dream they stole.
The boy who wanted to be heard, not hunted.
I wept for melodies silenced before their chorus.
For innocence—buried beneath their scorn.
Tonight I swallowed the fire and named it resilience.
Do I burn for thirty more years, pretending it fuels me?
Or do I smolder silently while Hell writes sonnets
on the walls of my chest?
Tonight I stood. Shaking. Stubborn.
Each tear a blade carving poems into stone.
You hate me? Fine. Then fear this:
I survived you.
Tonight I saluted your damnation
with a spine forged in grief.
Let your indifference rot in its own echo—
I will still create.
Tonight I cried.
But tomorrow,
I sing.
My eyes followed her. They wouldn't behave.
Her strut, her smile, a wicked challenge gave.
The angel on my shoulder warned, "femme fatale",
telling me kindly, "this time, let me make the call".
But I couldn't stop my feet, as I approached her -
or my lips, as my question broached her,
and my digits recorded her digits like a slave,
possessed they were, as my angel tried to save
...me. He slumped on my shoulder in defeat.
He cried as I phoned her and agreed to meet.
There was no devil on my other shoulder.
He was inside me, making my heart smolder.
My angel had wanted me to flee,
but, despite a moment of hydrologic uncertainty,
the devil made me do the crime,
but it's not so bad. I'm glad the boy is mine.
first love never dies
its flames rage loose in the wind
ashes smolder still
as fire rampages untamed
scorching fragile hearts blue-black
Staring through,
Eyes so new.
Forgive me,
For judging you.
We've been trained to,
Single out the few,
who dont fit the view.
Picking them apart,
Like the vultures do.
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Growing more each day,
Seeing the error of my way.
I start thinking,
About what to say.
How words play,
such important roles,
Touching souls,
So deep,
They weep.
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As we grow older,
The surface grows colder.
Often giving someone,
The cold shoulder.
Words from the past,
They smolder.
Creating a boulder,
Robbing our opportunity,
blocking life's beauty.
Hiding the truth of love,
From The Eyes Of The Beholder
WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER, AUTUMN
- Suddenly, I awoke,
To the touch and feel of his able hands,
I rose to see a light burning ever,
Neither hot to smolder
nor cold to bother.
Suddenly I approached,
To the ray of light akin to his fable lies,
I felt the despair across the flowing waters,
A sign that mutters
O`what! starts a winter.
- Shedding along the path I tread,
I left behind every pain I dread,
Blowing against me; leaves of cherry blossoms,
Singing with me; birds who breath rebirth,
Seeking to find peace with every step,
In nature's arms I regress.
- I stood afront a lonely road,
Chasing after a dreamy boat,
I caught a smile that would not dim,
Spinning and shining on everyone and thing,
Like a sun whose rays illuminate,
I hoped to be a vacuum in which it radiates.
Life is fun with one so dear,
How beautiful could she get?,
Her dutchess sway and elegant glare,
Keeps my heart in evermore cheer.
- In the blink of an eye,
Everything gone,
In the cold of the night,
Wishes went undone.
I have lived and loved; I do so believe;
in mind and in my heart, once in a while;
that organ is not easy to deceive;
the former so much simpler to beguile.
Yet not so, living yes, the love not true;
the morning glory dawns that I had seen
before, I knew were pointless without you
to lay beside, that haze of dew between
us, breath slowing, soft lips twixt shoulder blades
salt tasting, hands assaying softest curves.
Then, all too soon, it seems that time invades
in truth, it is the mirror that observes
not I; you smolder as the day we met
I don’t believe we’ve loved enough, as yet.
I've Given Up
I’ve given up on chasing stars,
On mending scars with broken jars.
The weight of dreams too far to reach,
Has stolen words I used to preach.
I’ve given up on morning light,
On battles waged in endless night.
The fires once burned in my chest,
Now smolder, silent, laid to rest.
I’ve given up on hope’s cruel song,
A melody that played too long.
Its promises, a fleeting breeze,
That left me kneeling, weak, diseased.
I’ve given up on looking back,
On counting footprints in the track.
Each step a burden, heavy, gray,
That led me further, led astray.
But even here, within this fall,
Where shadows rise and silence calls,
A whisper stirs, a breath remains—
Perhaps I've given up on pain.
For in the ashes, cold and still,
A seed might sprout, defy the will.
Though I’ve surrendered, broken through,
It seems the world won’t give up too.
@~rhazacq.
would I want to if I could
Jesus think of the heart ache
the life lived
I guess that's why I read it
in the end I just would rather
read it than have to live it
better to have loved and lost but
after sands melt away and those
embers smolder so too (if only
in a way to
steel away what turned out to be
tarnished silver) though all you end up
longing for
is peace with it and say when
that I cant only do what can be done.
It is done regardless
so now they say a survival tripped
hard wired faulty from their
somewhere a circuit breaker
too blown the fuses all failed
not even civil engineering…
isn't that nice
or good as they say in
‘the good life’ or so I’m
told never had much time
for dime store sci fi but
good I’ll take the short and high notes
wishing it played out like a jazz piano in the streets
slow moonlight swirls like mercury in the puddles on the ground
your one black boot
splashes into me
Heaven and Hell are spaces in our mind
Precious real estate taking us over
Seeking consolation never to find
Through senses deceptively hence smolder
Stagnant in solitude, whisper’s wonder
Soothing the sixth sense over senseless thought
Selfishly satisfying we blunder
Can’t purchase the key God already bought
The stretching gate constant thus not snapping
Twisting down earth ravenous for relief
Stabbing stars enraging the napping
Lusting on the ever looping belief
The gate to our hell our mind inside locks
Keys burning our hands as God again knocks
Let us steal away to meet beneath the pines
Among the moss and lichen we will find
Two bodies set aflame with souls entwined
Coals smolder in your heart and you are mine
Let us steal away to meet beside the shore
Among the dunes and beach grass we’ll explore
Two bodies that have scorched this sand before
Waves break upon my heart and I am yours.
Olden knowledge should smolder
As smoke rising from an ember -
Universal but not common -
Peculiar but not forgotten.
Tell me of those days of yore -
Of circumstances transpired -
So I can repeat on my lips
That which slumbers in silence.
She held a quiet wish;
Lyrical objections
ransacked Fate’s will to
concede to a Princess;
A line was drawn right through;
She held a quiet wish,
her soul always ignored;
Lying to herself now
passion was left embers;
Her belly yearned for ‘Wow!’;
She held a quiet wish,
her path now befuddled;
Tears reflecting riches
she’d lost interest in
smolder with lit matches;
She held a quiet wish,
composure found it’s crown;
No longer desolate
she escaped false freedom,
created her own fate.
It comes and goes but often stays
Sinking its sharp teeth into my shoulder
I pray it will soon disappear and go away
But it lingers as emotions rage and smolder
Waking up to teeth blaring and knowing
Negative thoughts will be stirred and flowing
I try to shake it off, with logic and reason
But It never dies and reappears every season
Drool from its ravaged mouth can cover me in fear
Immobilizing me, not sure which direction to steer
It feeds on irrationality and becomes a powerful force
Only positive thoughts can help me get back on course
This beast is called anxiety, controller of the mind
It’s a battle I fight to win and leave the negativity behind
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