The tallow guttering upon the stone,
Casts out a dark that swallows up the room,
We learn to walk the heavy void alone.
The shadow thickens to a gilded bone,
A crushing weight that stifles in the gloom,
The tallow guttering upon the stone.
We stumble through the night we call our own,
Where blackness weaves a tight and choking loom,
We learn to walk the heavy void alone.
Yet deep within the dark where grief is sown,
The sight adjusts inside the silent tomb,
The tallow guttering upon the stone.
The blackness yields to light that has outgrown
The blinding sun that withered flower and bloom,
We learn to walk the heavy void alone.
The shadow reveals what day has failed to own,
And burning pain dispels the final doom,
The tallow guttering upon the stone,
We learn to walk the heavy void alone.
no bliss thunder, no soma nectar rain
yet does not the seeming mundane shine bright
our heart’s secret yearning seeks love’s refrain
teleporting us to zenith like height
angst lasts but a moment, voids within fill
bliss beats pulsate, consciousness elevate
nectar of the gods too begins to spill
ushering knowing that stifles debate
come what may, God never gives up on us
so we remain a humble receptor
metamorphosing without any fuss
as bliss pierces every body vector
poised in timelessness of meditation ~
devout’s our faith, firm our proclamation
I love those who sit in my silence
Silence I seem to carry with me
It crowds around my shoulders and kneck
It stifles my words
I thought it would someday be filled
By promises to myself I can’t uphold
Living vicariously through
Those who march forward
Without choking on their words
I'll keep my eyes fixed on you
My mind catching every word
Like a hovering shadow
That you only turn to
So your words can fall freely
Without thought of the listener
Some days I feel my own weight
It bears down on me
Whispering sneers of disappointment
The fogginess in my head of unspoken words
It fades their meaning
Nights driving alone
Small snowflakes collecting on my windshield
Muffled echoes from the day
Are suddenly lifted and cleared
By the warm glow of the porchlight
That was left on for me
It lights my way to the door
Remembering small things I said
Bringing me back
From webs of lies in my head
You lay your jacket over my shoulders
I one day hope to give others
The care you’ve given me
A thick porcelain shroud in a diamond vial,
Dabbing conceals the bruised moon beneath each socket,
A fine white mask stifles the shine,
Carving canyons to mimic where the pulse has retreated,
Brushing of a counterfeit fever upon the apples of the cheek,
Before a stroke of stardust illuminates the stifle,
Sweeping the lids with the velvet,
Ink the margins of gaze with a raven’s sharp intent,
Until the final petal of crimson seals the kiss,
The mirror reflects the tragedy of gravity claiming its heavy prize,
And beauty really is pain.
Submerged in fiery red and golden blond
My heart is burdened by whispers of wind
Who write stories on my spirit, dismal
Moments when I yield to the sun’s will
Who will dress my fragile notes in wine
And peace that never feels quite as great
As the caress of each dream fading from night
Who stifles my breath with soft moonlight
equinox mystique
stifles summer’s ardor . . .
bright hues all a ruse
Dull endless sights and slow restless nights
Oh the magnitude stifles the eyes
Parboiled schemes and tar soiled dreams
Soon your rifle attitude replies
Quick Draw McGraw, we know, you've done it all
That means your temper is semper tonight
You're so quick on the draw, how quickly they fall
When each night in some bar room you fight
Your throttle's in red, beer bottles and lead
Slinging bullets and bottles of brew
One's quicker with lead, and you find yourself dead
Just a stranger that nobody knew
You applause the actor
Her harmonious tone
Her play of words
Her triumphs heard
But do you love the stage after the song
The leftover footprints from where it sang along
Atoning for every step that was missed
Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments
The dust from the skill she used to win
The dirt from the shoes that store talent within
She takes a bow and stifles her breath
For love won’t come if she shows weakness next
But no one applauds the stage after the show
For being there, for laying low
For setting a platform all but their own
The cleaners perceive them as one last chore
The light flicks off, and what is love?
The stage hadn’t known, from being alone
And it will never know, until the lights flick on
And the cleaner applauds it for all it has done
amid muck and mire of a storm swamp
~ shadows dance below chartreuse skies
mirrors labyrinth stifles our souls quest;
holding reflections of lovelorn dreams,
maxims and myths that fall may wreck hearts
...and hope blooms as a fuchsia rose under rain;
where valiant words weave in the wind
~ skirmishing to stave off light catharsis,
a guiding star illuminates raw pathways;
In the mirror, viewing my dilemma and Hades,
from a mysterious bane to sangria songs
~ In the wilderness of mirrors, wander lost;
tales were spoken through wisteria vines
~ my soul is Persephoned and torn by dusk
breathless amid an etching saffron storm;
a melancholy flavor of kyanite and embers,
whispering waves shrouded in nostalgia
...as time breaks down at my lachrymal leaf;
creating jagged, exquisite tracks
~these veins carry love's delicious poison
memory cascades over empyrean inferno;
mirrorless miracles always have a synonym —
~scented with forgiveness by Nirvana Sailors . . .
Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles
the gap between love and action
before bliss mists crystallise
ego stifles spontaneity
being what it is
we look at curiously
inexorable force of gravity
unable to anchor luminous spirit
Our heart once pure is soiled,
by cravings of ego,
the thrust of lust unjust,
a flame wherein we burn
and now we’ve lost God’s trust.
Our heart once pure is soiled,
which happened when we swam
in dark desire’s rivers,
where we befriended fear,
that has us in shivers.
Our heart once pure is soiled,
owing to ignorance,
mistaken we’re this form,
an untruth that stifles,
caress of love’s touch warm.
Our heart once pure is soiled,
since the day we chose to
turn our back to God’s light
and so now we suffer
in darkness of the night.
Angry eyes lurk in the forest
Deep within the Deathly Hollows
With unsuspected fervency
And malevolence it closely follows
An apparition from the grave
A vision from nightmarish dreams
With nimble hands that quickly throttles
And icy fingers that stifles screams
None who enters survives this realm
So menacing and devoid of light
In the Deathly Hollows murky mist
Still is the air and cold is the night
The ghosts of past misdemeanours haunt me
chaining me to misery and greed,
a grotesque whispering of witless guilt
that stifles the sublime of the soul.
Damned demons howl around me,
frolicking in a deadly dance,
trying to put an incision on my brow :
“This miscreant belongs to us.”
The night grows nasty and terrifying,
wolves wail a woeful weeping song,
abominable bats blast off sucking blood,
and putrid smells block my nostrils with decay.
Suddenly a wayward wind dispels the clouds,
stars shine brightly up above.
A full moon shines through darkened trees,
a ray of mercy envelops my soul.
Hope lights my suffering soul.
I remember my mother's advice.
God created you to love and be loved.
Who can love me? I ask.
Why He who created me....and you!
I could watch you all day
Listen to your velvety voice
as I dream the hours away
I wonder, is that OK?
A waste of time
some might say
Granted...that may be true,
but what's more beautiful than you
They don't know the sublime
Needs adoration's attention
Unadulterated affection
The crave of connection
You're my fantasy incarnation
Infatuation's insanity
Delirium's dream
Passion's pledge
I can watch you all day
and into the stretches of the night
till the flooding of dawn's light
You're my delight,
my escape
from pain to pleasure
A dose without measure
of bliss
Imagining that kiss
Is sweet enough
Escapism's ecstasy
takes me
above and beyond
my mundane reality
I could watch you all day,
What's the harm?
Your brand of charm
makes me sway,
and there's simply no way
I'll give you up.
You'll never know
when loneliness lingers
and sorrow stifles
Your smile scintillates...
it invigorates
Motivates
to move on
from dreary night
to dauntless dawn
Thanks for the rush, Ji Chang Wook,
my celebrity crush.
Eileen Manassian
Dedicated to Ji Chang Wook, my favourite South Korean actor. He's phenomenal... and celebrity crush! ;)
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