The universe began by a spark, which ignited that fire
From there the flames spread widely in all directions
From the very start that spark knew as long the flame
Burned it will continue castings new life giving flames
Within everything burns 2 flames one that forever tame
The other burns a wild flame thats is so uncontrollable
That creates it's own spark creating it's own life destiny
In the embers of that fire new sparks await new flames
Past every known horizon, held inside the stolen light,
A flicker of promise rises, wet with Aegean’s salt.
The echo of Mount Parnassus, where the Muses walk at night,
A spectrum of reflections—the first Promethean signal, sharp and high.
The flames are finally free from the chill of the earth.
It pulses through sapphire-blue data cables, beneath the sea.
A swift code humming on an electric tongue, a wire thin as glass,
Where silicon and soul now challenge mortal walls.
The warmth upon my palm, a fragile circuit’s heat,
A digital dawn breaks now, on seas of light where ancient stone dissolves.
A frequency rings through the gulf of years,
The world's true voice, unsynchronized, is fiercely held and heard;
Through every force of nature, this bright pulse speeds on fiber-optic lines.
We seize the future's turning, watching the past unwind,
This hard-won wisdom guides the human quest for freedom.
Against the dark tyranny that starves the seeking mind,
The truth we need is held deep inside the spirit of mankind.
I Wonder
I wonder,
not because life is unfair or harsh,
but perhaps it was never about
being a good soul.
I wonder
why I loved life
even when it greeted me with bruises.
Perhaps I am simply destined
to suffer.
I wonder.
And I wonder again,
because I feel like my heart
has been taken away.
I know
you also wonder
I am not in love
perhaps my heart is just empty.
I wonder
At times what makes me feel alive,
And where the spark to keep on searching
wandered into my mind.
Perhaps I am just someone
curious enough
to keep wondering.
Perhaps one thing is for sure
we all wonder.
Sparks of mortal love,
Glowing embers eternal,
Mellowing embrace.....
Standing strong with a sky reaching height
Visible from miles,very much in sight.
Standing tall in the middle of deep ocean
Bears the waves and winds,without motion.
Guiding the movement of huge ships
Shows the path to those on trips.
The light on top sparks so bright
Ensuring everything around is alright.
Showing the way leading to destination
Encouraging to move,being an inspiration.
The only hope in the dark deep sea
The beacon,one needs in position, to be...
Hope is that little spark,
Often grows in the dark,
Hell can't defeat this ark,
Coz it has made its mark,
So come, let us embark!
Hope has a high benchmark,
It leads to that Monarch,
Whom we are called to hark;
Hope is like a skylark,
That sings loud in the park,
It's like a rainbow arc,
Colours a landscape stark;
Hope has all the hallmark
To melodise a bark ~
Let's all leave hope's footmark,
Let's make hope our trademark.
Enjoy solitude,
the best blooms in quiet nights,
stars ignite within.
moonlight lifts stone’s breath
shadows fold into their names
a single spark remembers
what the dawn has yet to claim
Beyond the veil where ancient shadows sleep,
A quiet signal breaks the cosmic cold.
A sudden truth we only dared to keep,
Now written in the data, clear and bold.
We tune our instruments to read the deep,
And watch a world of wonders unfold.
Shall I compare thy fretful mind to night,
Where shadows feast upon thy wasted flame?
Cease pouring gold on worry's endless spite,
And turn that fire to belief's bright claim.
Let not the thief of doubt devour thy days,
Nor fear's cold hand choke hope's ascending breath;
Instead , with courage's hand, direct thy rays
To grow, to heal, to conquer mortal death.
For energy, that swift and sacred stream,
Doth choose the path where life's true river runs;
If bent on grief, it breeds a barren dream,
But aimed at self, it births triumphant suns.
Thus , waste no more thy power on needless care--
Believe, and watch thy spirit's kingdom flare.
My morning coffee sparked by days sunshine
Don’t blame me if you lose my love halfway.
I once wished too much, like a spark in the dark,
and built a house of love-dreams.
You took my hand with gladness,
then slowly unmade me with your quiet indifference,
like a tide pulling sand from the coast.
Don’t blame me if you lose my love halfway,
And pretend my love, nothing but a fantasy whim.
When your silence cuts deeper like a knife
than your words ever healed my life.
You never saw the scars you left, like cracks in glass—
Or perhaps you saw them and let them pass.
Sometimes I just sit and write, whats on my heart,
it makes no sense, in the beginning when I start.
As I write, the words begin to flow,
a meaning is now beginning to grow.
Like a garden, my paper is to me,
as I write, fruit comes forth to be.
By the time I reach the end, a garden in full bloom,
my answers, keeping me from doom.
An escape from reality, to grow my very own,
pages full of life, in the words I’ve sown.
To go back and read them, when I need to see,
for those thing’s I write, are a part of me.
I share them with you, hoping to spark some fires,
to get others, to see their hearts desires.
Days like this will haunt me forever
Not knowing if the bond will stitch back together
The ocean hums the sound of silence in the dark
While the water trembles knowing that it's losing its Spark
I wish, if I could hibernate and pass the time
But the challenges and thoughts chase me, pushing me in the liminal mine
The eyes are deserted but not the heart
Although the river still flows because nature has to play its part
Love, with a spark of pain,
or pain, with a spark of love;
are like the summer - with forecasts of rain,
or like winter - with glimpses of sun.
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