We met by chance or maybe fate
It became a love that was tainted by hate
We were young and treaded in dangerous waters
Drawn to each other by passion and desire
Living for the day and was all that mattered
We married and once the fireworks ended the bombs began
Explosions of passion mixed with many hurtful moments
A passion that turned into dependence and control
An unhealthy balance, mostly dark but still enticing
We ended our relationship years later in divorce
No longer in each other’s lives, no contact, no more abuse
Remembering those moments as times I'd like to forget
I will always remember those dark chapters of my life
Many lessons learned from losing oneself to a fantasy
It was a strange kind of love, like a storm of roses in bloom
Beautiful on the outside, until the inner thorns were exposed
At the tip of the reclined jade bough,
ornate with fine filigree of emerald foliage,
a floral lattice in the love-laced sapling
blossomed as a flower with a fervent flair.
On the weary wings of the arctic wind
the wilted petals of my florid longing
blew away in the winter of discontent
to the cold cauldron of nowhere.
As my yearning turned into glacial vacuity
in the freezing darkness of the arctic pathway,
I walked forsaken over the frozen flower
along the gelid trail of frigid memory.
I felt the poignant crunch of the flower,
for, then every step was an articulation
of my fragile brittle feeling congealed.
Yet, even if the bruised beauty
got treaded upon the fallen blossom
in the snowstorm raged meadow
I painted its shape-shifted insignia
on the cinnabar canvas of togetherness lost.
In the twilight zone it would glisten
with the patina of residual florid rapture
within our opalescent inner sanctum,
the garden of our real home still verdant,
where the frozen blossom would bloom again.
Smoky Rivers
Beautiful places to visit
A long way from home
Mesmerizing by flowing current
Turn the page , dive into the next chapter
Meditate upon treaded waters
Weather storms brewed is cultivating
Your smiles are breath taking
All take you with me
Wherever we go freely
Smoky rivers breathe transparent
Emotions runneth torrent
Just between the two of us
Romance under the sun set
Bridges lead us somewhere
No one can ever replace you
Calm rivers past the horizons flow
With open arms
The velvet sky carries us
I believed politicians were elected to protect our Constitution
But I was wrong.
I believed we welcome all immigrants
But I was wrong.
I believed our Presidents were elected to protect all our citizens
But I was wrong.
I believed when we work hard all our lives we would retire with dignity
But I was wrong.
I believed our country was the envy of the world.
But I was wrong.
I believed our soldiers would be rewarded and treaded like heroes
But I was wrong.
I believed our military was to protect us against outside aggression
But I was wrong.
I believed the military would never hurt our citizens
But I was wrong.
I believed we would elect a criminal President
But I was wrong.
I don’t know what i will tell my children what happen to our
beloved country.
I believed politicians were elected to protect our Constitution
But I was wrong.
I believed we welcome all immigrants
But I was wrong.
I believed our Presidents were elected to protect all our citizens
But I was wrong.
I believed when we work hard all our lives we would retire with dignity
But I was wrong.
I believed our country was the envy of the world.
But I was wrong.
I believed our soldiers would be rewarded and treaded like heroes
But I was wrong.
I believed our military was to protect us against outside aggression
But I was wrong.
I believed the military would never hurt our citizens
But I was wrong.
I believed we would never elect a criminal President
But I was wrong.
I don’t know what to tell my children about our
beloved country.
Volumes
With broken steps
and weakened feet
she treaded cautiously
tickling the leaves
as they began to sing
a rustling hymn
I am simply trying to stay afloat
In an otherwise sinking land
An escape between past and future
An island of pain
Treaded up
Barefoot in the sand
Grains of memories stuck in the creases
Standing is sore
Walking is sore
On my hands and knees I beg
Relief is all I pray for
The physical and mental torment
Occupying a vessel that doesn’t know how to swim
My head hurts from thinking
My hands hurt from holding on
The sun hasn’t risen in a while now
But the clouds bare a similar resemblance
To the ache that wants to be unearthed
Tears and rain, all in the same
A necessary cleansing so we can grow beyond
Through Amazon's treaded path, I tread unaware.
Each step, each breath a calculated dare.
Moonlight dances on a lake's dark face
Divided waters, like my forgotten past's dark place.
~Byeol
__________________________________________________________________________________________explaination: this poem explore the human experience of navigating life's journey with caution and deliberateness. The poet's path is marked by self discovery, risk- taking and interconnectedness of past, present and future. Inviting readers to reflect on their life's journey.
cyan blues indigo into nighttime
darkness scorches the soul to the core
hellfire’s charcoal embers
dissipate lightness of being
achromatic void
engulfs a self-fulfilling promise
rose petals wither by the wayside
trudged and treaded upon
flame red converts to burnt sienna
a mere shadow dances in the heat
hunter green pastels fade in exhaustion
an emerald pendant strings
a chafed neck in a choking embrace
mustard gold’s alchemy
folds citric sunflowers
away from its rainbow
where a pot of tar
repeats the circular path
suave mauve corrodes
into rust and necessity’s must
clusters indecision
and meaningless desire
the prism yields prison
and yet all colours
would merge into white
when the pail becomes
half full once again
and chakras confide
to the canvass
and the portrait of truth
I stand on the grounds once treaded by my
ancestors.
I represent countless generations gone
before me.
The soils are bathed with generations of
sweat and blood.
My fore father's once once stood on these
hallowed grounds.
Now their spirits urges us on to carry on the
torch.
To blaze the torch for the next generation
that is to come.
(Written 10th March, 2024)
Sugar Momma is en route to Anytown Enlightening,
Elevating and Uplifting with unwavering Confidence
spreading good vibes, and energy to everyone, talking to everyone. Left, right, right, left as she approaches they all
stop and stare as her presence illuminates the chambers
Facts remain Sugar Momma has endured so much pain
in her paths, She has treaded jumping over hurdles near and far yet she hasn't hardened her heart. Sugar Momma
She has been through many disappointments full of
pain, and heartaches with turbulent tests and tribulations
on this road called life. Sugar Momma
Sugar Momma is set up with traps and plots methodized by
familiar faces trying to break her spirit yet Sugar Momma
has not let defeat overthrow her nor separate her from the Divine and her visions. Sugar Momma
Have I paved a path that’s not meant to be used?
Did my utmost plea turn vile to thy ears?
Still, I treaded the path towards your pleasing eyes.
Now, sorrow and grief, for long, shall abide.
Never did I knew that sorrow and grief has conspired.
Not once did I fall,
but countless.
Words shaking,
fearing the tender,
touch of clouded mystery.
Should the mind's waters,
spill from the glass,
to whom will it fall,
the good or the bad?
The grains of my sand,
are the pieces of the void,
where my mind treaded always.
It is kept in my chest,
with a lock in my heart,
that should someone wish,
to steal my sand,
it will be futile.
I will protect,
what streams from my soul.
For, once before,
everything nearly costed,
my All.
Why must autumn take me back to the sunshine days of my love?
Love, non-existent now
Buried in the depths of the ground
like someone throws away broken pottery, our love has been trudged and treaded on
Why must autumn bring with it gusts of your musky smell?
The same fragrance that takes me back to your neck,
The fragrance I had willed myself to forget
Autumn was the month of decaying beauty
Of oranges and reds ,rusted browns
And now I cannot even look out the window
Without the biggest frown
Autumn now is nothing but the painful reminder of lost romances, of kites struck down before they got the chance to fly
Of blue birds, now buried under the soil
That once mastered the skies
Autumn is now nothing but the reminder of my wounds
That I hide under my blood red armour
Of pain and loneliness
Of soldiers dying all alone
And so, the little girl that loved when the trees started turning red
Has grown to dread the very sight of blood gushing out of her hand.
His eyes as a flame of fire
On his head were many crowns
And he had a name written
that no man knew but himself
And he was clothed with a vesture
dipped in blood
And his name is called the word of God
So I read this two times I needed understanding badly
So I listen with an intensity
My Brown Eyes shyly read the other page
And the armies which were in the heaven
followed him upon the white horse clothed in linen
White and clean.
And out of his mouth continues to go a sharp sword
that with it his shoulder smite the nations ok
And he shall rule them with a rod of iron
The Kings on earth must be loved
The chosen lords in the land
And he treaded the winepress of the fierceness
and wrath of Almighty God
And he had on a vesture
On his thigh, a name is written
KING of Kings and LORD of Lords!The White Horse
The word of God
I thought about this today.
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