Is there any black magic in your eyes?
In your magnetism, I am hypnotized;
I see, in your glance, millions of fireflies.
By your piercing looks, I am mesmerized.
I'm filled with your thoughts in my wakefulness;
My sleeps are staged with your endless dances.
Aren't my smiles mirrors of your gracefulness?
Aren't my movements outcomes of my trances?
They declare I have gone out of my mind—
It's not true; rather, I'm possessed by you.
To this world and its beauties, I've gone blind;
Nothing else besides you seems to be true.
My soul is but a phantom in your hand—
I dance to rhythms I don’t understand.
after a war
There was a war here
And many soldiers died
for little purpose
Abandoned battlefield
They look the same
empty trances, the enemy
has taken the dead
with them
A few items of clothing here and there
We know people suffered
for weeks and months
Leafless trees shot a thousand times
The air is overcast
colors left long ago
If one asks what it was about
people struggle to remember
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
I wonder, Little Eddie, hypnotized,
can it be true you felt no pain at all?
Ten years of age, a figure formed too small,
and that poor Roadster, a gift you so prized…
How could your brother have so despised
your car? to pop its tires,—and on the wall—
smash it, scratch it, do everything to maul
that toy.—Is it true, you weren’t agonized?
Though Harry promised hypnotism,?he quickly realized, putting you in trances,
that he could trash you—as he had your car.
and soon, he stuck mom’s hat pin way too far.—
To cover up his tracks, he took his chances—
his lie: epileptic paroxysm.
(to Peter Straub)
Hail us as a devoted soldiers in camouflage,
see us march forward with a head held up high,
it's a choice we have made, we walk proudly;
we are going where many can't decide destiny:
shouldn't we consider ourselves lucky?
Only the brave ones protect liberty,
never losing their valiant spirit and courage:
young girls behind the police barricades sigh!
There are thousands of us holding weapons and flags:
who dares to challenge us: we're the strongest army,
we have pledged allegiance to our great country eternally;
some have deserted the camp: we stand behind trances!
Hails us as devoted soldiers in camouflage,
nothing scares us: don't we show invincibility?
Follow us to the warships as if it were a pilgrimage;
it's very sad to see them wave goodbye and cry!
Who fights for freedom doesn't fear enemies,
no flag will be taken down despite the threat;
it will wave steadily to incite fervor in us:
nightfall may dim our sight, not our grit!
after taking classes
to make pancakes with molasses
we must move our asses
(while making advances)
(we were all aghast)
(were burned to ashes)
(against head bashes)
(have been on branches)
(cooked in clay by Cassius)
(we made mad dashes)
(elegant and enhances)
(eaten by Erasmus)
(received from a Fascist)
(found by Pope Francis)
(get to see the gashes)
(stuck with long lances)
(on them all passes)
(head against smashes)
(seen flying through sashes)
(they left you in long trances)
(found in famous people's trashes)
(when talking trashes)
(terrible thrown in trashes)
It's here, sitting right beside, laughing away, in its own might.
One won't know of it, as its twin 'Life' won't let one miss its presence at all.
The twin offers a make belief world where loved ones are live and laugh, forever.
It blesses with some people who warms up the heart, merriment and bliss fill the time,
Followed by some clashes or mere drifting apart
before some others entering the heart.
We know they are there and will be forever, we believe it, but life plays its usual tricks.
At moments when we're deeply driven by it, it wants to sleep,
Calls upon its omnipresent kin.
With a blink of an eye, the blessings taken back, all you deserved was this curse.
Death laughing away in its own might.
Trances and illusions fleeting away.
Memories etched in the soul, waving goodbyes behind closed eyes.
Which one was the illusion? Death or Life?
Lost in a wistful arbor, where malaise blooms,
Mists flower in hypnotic bleak violet dusks
Shades of brooding melancholy
Bruise my treasured bouquets of dreams
And plod through ponderous mists
In metamorphic doldrums
Cold inertia spirals into lamentations,
Midnights drugged with stupor
Lean heavy on my homeless hermit heart
In withering labyrinths of tangled voices,
Atonal buds of plaintive paeans,
When pensive lethargy pierces dawn.
My rose, in apathy, sees no reason to bloom
As shades of gloom birth shadow seasons
And pale fretting’s unbroken gaze dulls dawn’s hues
Clouds of sighs ravish new shoots
Born in sweet trances of possibility -
Each breath a tedious indecision wrapped in enigma.
Dullness shrouds each new growth in greyness
A slow march into inertia’s bower of cathexis.
The places i go
Are different then the places i have been
I take to the reigns of pain
I try to control them
Yank them as hard as i can
But they don't stop the horses of rage
They symbol all the running i have done
With no logic and no goal
The prints go no where
I circle myself
Round and round
Confused and complaint to the ways of my up bringing
I am the man of the house i need to take care of them
But i have not for years and years
My judgement clouded by jealousy and mistrust
I cant think clearly at all when anxiety takes control
The roles i play senseless and unemotional
I am like a child with no real guidance
I search continuously for the reason the origin of where all this comes from
Mentally challenged i never could think i was
Truth be told i do see that i tend to stray from any type of rational thought
When my mind goes a wild into trances of unknowing
It hypnotizes my heart to believe all is common
I need to recognizes these faults and try to improve where these horses of sanity run.
River flows in desert,
Express roads in wilderness,
Bountiful harvest in exile,
Technological assignments to a master,
Make electrons flow in circuit(s).
Watery jokes in sadness,
Colourful muse in loneliness,
Faded depression inks happiness.
Yet, wisdom never relent its chase.
How circuit breakers save blue heaven!
Trances are loyal,
Than physical nature's monuments.
Logics are reasonable,
Than loyalist in temptation.
That's Lucy in the sky with diamond!
Let no right fight,
For left is at the corner.
If left keep calm real good;
Argument won't win discussion,
When cut-outs are well stationed.
Understanding to the listeners,
Knowledge to the speakers,
Wisdom to the readers,
Muse to the writers,
All works together for the best.
For hands to ink
Hearts don't really need to think
Minds just need to relate
Well with emotional hits
Without which head would barely have hints
Until then, pens may not actuate
The awesome lines so thin
Though, weigh links existing- a natural kin
So, what surrounds you is your kit
Free trances sold out; inks some words knit
Encapsulated in a tin
Like a host feeding nit
Fear is an appealing danger
With all logic to withhold your full capability
It lives in heart's manger
The heart attached itself to duality
Where one see its own detriment
And his grace cum chances
But live in fun-filled trances
Than going for a hard moment
Moments define our shortcomings
Responsibility is key to get stronger
Fear derails our bearings comings
Yet everyone isn't getting younger
#Itsfearfulsometimes
But be ye bold!
Ocean of storms within' my sleep
The sun is white with envy
The sky is raining blood
All the hatred with the flood
And visions I rather not keep.
As I relentlessly endure the fears and screams
I become shocked in silent trances of temptations only sound
Which only comes within' my dreams,
As I begin to look around...
Around at life's transition, And death's position
For me to awake from this lie,
I need to say goodbye,
Say goodbye to the ocean of storms, Say hello to pride above
For now love will take its course and replace those visions for sure.
Kld 2002
those
city
lights flashing,
neon trances,
coloring the night
people bowing down in vain,
to the drugs that won't keep them sane
they become zombies on the stroll,
in the neon haze, searching for their soul
4-11-2022
your agile hands
when they caress me,
lead me to delirious ecstasy...
I pray that they never stop
to massage my body and soul...
May it and you never stop
to write this eternal love poem
that we poetize in the two
in energizing trances of love...
May your touch and you be
for ever my source of
of indescribable nirvana,
so we will live this beautiful story
of transcendental love!
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