Across life’s ambiguous dynamic landscape,
the misty highway in the unclear topography
winded with the weary wheel of time.
I traced the faint footprints of blurred destiny
to the hazy future taking shape in abstraction
In the quicksand of expectation hollow inside,
the shapeless shadows of dismal danger
of devouring desolation lurked.
As the debris of desires subtly subsided,
morose miasma permeated life’s vague void.
Following dormant diktat of destined providence,
listless life lumbered in the indistinct path.
Released from the karmic essence of being
I freed my mortal epitome from equivocal existence;
the patina of pristine peace I then embraced.
Searching within I discerned the divine galaxy,
illumining life’s tangible intent in the haze,
defining the pathway of the journey of faith
through the intricate maze of mundane muddle,
away from the labyrinth of existential uncertainty.
Symptoms have subsided I see clearly now
you're intoxicating beauty blinds both my eyes
my lenses become tinted frosty windows
this infectious feeling is overwhelming you see
I've never felt anything like this before
you've dropped your mask all can see
Oh, beautiful birds,
in my youth, I released you
to bluer skies with hopes high.
You were my longings in flight
before my wishing time
sadly subsided.
Some of you returned
to visit me as I slumbered
deep into nights
of unrequited dreams.
Others of you flew
far beyond any horizons
where I might ever find you.
A few of you,
like the blue bird and robin,
warbled in my ear from time to time,
but short were those visits to me.
Oh, dear birds of my youth’s
hopes and dreams,
where have you all gone
as my days grow shorter?
If I strive to listen,
sometimes I can almost catch
the sound of your pretty songs.
At my door today,
I can almost imagine the caw
of ravens that in my youth
I never dared
to dream of.
In the final moments of the cosmic rapture,
when the armada of flames subsided,
there stood the last defiance against Father Time.
A treacherous sea, beautiful and terrible as the dawn.
No solid surface, a ghost of the cosmos.
Internal pressure, yielding storms of diamonds.
A cold-hearted sentinel.
Restless, yet stubborn.
No sister planets,
no neighboring galaxies.
Only cruel immortality.
So, you have chosen to endure.
This eternal silence, this tomb of stardust and ash.
You shall suffer in silence.
What glorious purpose awaits you, O’ Neptune?
Insolent child, how dare you defy fate.
You should’ve let yourself fall quietly asleep.
Yet, in this forever blackness,
what poor, pitiful orbit do you take—
to justify this act of providence?
The Boat
Where do you stand in your life?
Howdoyouface tomorrow in flight?
What about the 12 men who were worried in the storm?
Believe and be calm like before.
Knowing that you have lost your way.
Tomorrow brings a brighter day.
On the boat you feared the night.
As the winds blew, yield to the rain that’s in sight.
Carry the lamp that shows the way.
Surpass the raging waters, stand brave.
You have forgotten how much he cares.
Through his voice, nothing else compares.
Sometimes we rush into thorns and worry.
Wedon’t ask for help in pride, our vision is blurry.
The storm on the boat has subsided.
Through him, sail on the water into the light.
Our lives are short just like the passing wind.
The stripes he carried were in red.
Drift downstream under a colorful sky.
Be open minded and never say good-bye.
Walk on the narrow road.
He will find you no matter how far he has to go.
Along the way he has always been a friend.
One day above, we will meet again.
Luke 8:24
I have a headache and want to die
With this orb in my eye
Lost vision in my sight
This is such a plight
With nothing to fight
Except the pain in my head
That will not end
Go ahead and send me to hell
Ring the awakening bells
The pain my penance
For being my mother's menace
Goodbye world does one hell of a twirl
Now it's time to give down below a ready go
Let this be known as my final hour…
Oh wait !!
The pain has subsided
About dang timely
Now would you kindly
Forget what I said
I am now off to bed
Today
This moment
Beautiful
All is aligned
All is well
Suffer
If you must
I’m doing fine
Over here
Done dug out
The spear
The wound
Mostly subsided
While fear
Becomes
Distant memory
Nothing to worry
No place to dwell
This life
My life
Is beautiful
Right now
In this moment
Nothing to fear
Nothing to regret
I am alive
I am
Living Breath
When heavy rain has caused mass run-off from bare farmland above
and the creek has become murky and muddy reddish browned
How do the fish, the turtles, eels and also tiny shrimp, maintain vision,
to fossick for their food in the locality where they are found
In the tropic monsoon wet season, it can often take some weeks
before the creek has subsided and the water finally clears
Environmental pollution, that results from mans pursuits,
it's exponential, been happening for years
Will it take mass extinction of most of humankind to return to sanity,
on this beautiful creation, known as planet Earth
Craziness prevails throughout the human race
common sense and love seems to be in a state of dearth
I still see you as when our souls first collided
A love that has never faltered never subsided
I would stand through fire shadows and rain
And shield you from all sorrow and pain
the philosopher
The ambulance helicopter
landed on a field near the houses
and upset the mule who was
considering the philosophy of
Bernard Henry-Levy.
It had just reached the conclusion
The man was a featherweight
thinker, but looked good in his
a dark blue velvety suit.
When the clatter of the chopper
subsided, it wondered how many
doctor titles and universities do
A man needs to be careful before turning into an idiot.
The noise of the day
has subsided and folded
into a quiet
under the soft covers
of a July evening.
The eyes seem to resist
the particular and instead
focus on nothing
but the sum - the glow
from shore lights
smudged on water,
the dark sky powdered
with translucent clouds
and the faint filaments
of stars strung out overhead.
Tonight, I don't want
the granular detail of things
to steal my attention
but to enjoy the blending,
the stand back meld
of colors, of each stroke,
forming a picture transcending
its parts. I want to feel
the evening being
put together
into a boundless whole,
to be beyond
the smallness of myself
and be absorbed totally
into the mystery
of the composition
I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody,"
I would have given up yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those long, deep sighs experienced during moments of passion, our love felt superficial in comparison. Everything changed when I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet melodies of Gheorghe Zamfir's "Unchained Melody" called me back, and I became the Greek goddess you never heard of. I am free.
My last sigh and our final embrace have turned to dust bunnies, leaving only one reminder: your brown jar of honey, untouched, sticky, and outdated, much like your attempts to seduce me. Those negligees you once loved faded in color, just like yesterday's tears. Everything we once shared in this world now feels so unreal.
I am free, free to love with each breath and each melody, despite the intimidation. We were everything, and I welcomed those nights. However, I am now the brave heart of my soul. My fear has subsided, and my smiles are long overdue. A new secret reveals itself. Close all doors.
As the heat subsided
A cool grayness crept in
Exhausted shadows slept
Limp leaves exhaled hope
Open windows inhaled it
My cough was empty, my lungs struggling
There was no mucus, I was worn out from the hacking
My mother put Vicks vapor rub all over me
The soles of my feet, my back, my neck, my chest
It was two a.m. we were desperate for sleep.
She fixed me vanilla chamomile tea
Stirred in honey
Drink this, she told me. You will be much better
Nothing helped my sore throat before this tea.
After this tea, I was a little better
My cough subsided enough so I could sleep
This was 1962, and I have never forgotten it.
Divided Sky
Relentless downpour.
Reflections through rain puddles.
Angry lightning.
Wind binding.
Over-cast darkly.
Thunder striking.
Dark tones through juxtaposition.
Divided sky, emotions.
Contrast shaded purple hues.
Sky falling pursued.
Trees recognized from a distance.
Angry sky with trivial effections.
Light to haunted dark.
Solitary roaming through the graveyard.
Gloomy after-math.
Clouds velvet subsided.
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