It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
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Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
I once was of that darkness, the turmoil from within,
anger, hurt, strife and wrath, the things made of sin.
How these things, destroys the heart you see,
the darkness is, as it does, using both you and me.
There is a price to those, who has been redeemed it’s true,
the searching of the truth, about the darkness, in me and you .
Destruction comes in darkness, it’s death to mankind,
warring Angels of our Lord, the chains they unbind.
To set free the captive, for it’s from the heart we live,
the price of our redemption, to others, life we give.
For life gives life, breath for breath you see,
living in the shadows, spreads death, to you and me.
Eternally, eternally all clocks unwind;
To be rewound — a life untethers to be re-bound
Old eyes forget the forewarnings wisdom teaches;
They widen to look anew where experience beseeches
Set sail into the ancient light anew—
Adrift upon a mirrored sea of stars and lulling waves,
Rocking steadily and toward an enlightened litany
Of ideas and shapes that mould us as we wake,
In loving arms and eyes that behold us
And each little breath we take,
One new timid star, shining amongst so many,
Outshine and out-reach the distant rims;
Cast an urging light for our daunted whims
Held in check by the shackled limbs,
The instilled deprecation that dims.
And let my eyes unbind, aglitter—
The horizonal-line—
Trans-destine—
And free.
An iteration—
A fantasy—
Adream midst destiny—
A new you, a new me.
The heavy burdens of the waking mind
Dissolve as shadows stretch across the floor,
And leave the frantic pulse of life behind,
To quiet all the storms that raged before.
No longer anchored to a fading spark,
I watch the fragile threads of hope unbind,
And step into the vast and silent dark,
Where peace is all that’s left for me to find.
The universe is empty, cold, and vast,
Yet in this nothingness, I feel no fear,
For all my petty struggles fade at last,
And every drifting phantom disappears.
I shed the weight that held my soul employed,
And mindlessly walk to embrace the void.
Spent my whole life learning how to survive,
Yet never quite learn how to live;
The mountains, the rivers, the wildflowers wait,
With a beauty I fail to receive.
Too short to live, too long to die;
Quite easy to be hurt, too hard to cry.
I can easily surpass violent storms,
Yet fail to fit into these social norms.
I beg of you, set me free, unbind my soul,
Let me write, roam, and sing without a role;
I do not wish to merely spend my days,
Not live a life confined to borrowed ways.
And when I die,
Please don’t cremate me;
Rather bury me in the meadows,
And sow a sunflower seed above me.
And if religion denies it,
Then burn me into ashes;
But please don’t cast me away
Into the vast sea of vain.
Plant me in those same meadows,
So I may return…
As a wildflower once again.
A hundred philosophies echoing through the stone halls,
Watching from the shadow, a gold coin looks on with manic smile
Looking at the opulent feast
I approach the poisoned wine with worries on my thoughts.
The red appearance like sweet dreams and toxic hopes.
Watching me gleefully the gold coin grins eyes manic and wide
I fearfully fret until tears unbidened fell,
As the gleaming promise pointed sharp dangers, at my family hiding in the corners
One sip his shine promised, one drop and your mine, your family freedom, your tongue unbind.
I look at the gold adorned devil whispering to my silent courage for the strength to fight the poisons of temptations.
I take the Chalice to my lips, my mouth closes on the ebony rim, until my tears fall into the unknown
A broken record playing the same tune.
The feeling so familiar yet unfamiliar
The feeling of pending doom, anxiously awaiting the next minute.
Hard to breathe, chest tight
Stomach in knots, too tight to unbind.
Fitting in like a missing puzzle piece
Fitting in like the anxiety never left
There’s a feel of heaviness around me
Weighing down my body and mind
Restlessness consumes my very existence
With this cloak of despair I can’t unbind
What brings this downfall upon me
What is the purpose of this misery
Other than imprisoning me in my life
The reasoning for all this is still a mystery
My life has been taken away from me
I’m floating like a cloud in a sky despair
How long must I be made to suffer
Will there be an end to this nightmare
This rancid darkness that’s overcome me
Has shown me on earth there’s a literal hell
That will capture your mind to torture you
And your captures you can never dispel
This mental prison they call depression
Will relentlessly make you beg and plead
You desperately want to get away from here
Alive or dead regardless as long as you’re freed
In the stillness of dawn, a primal question awakens,
A whisper that dances, a quest that never dampens.
On the blank parchment with lines, I lay my thoughts bare,
Each stroke of the pen, a truth I must share.
You define your font, size, and spacing that is life,
In the chaos of letters, I seek to find light.
In a sense, we are kin—words on paper entwined,
More woven than we know, in the fabric of time.
Shelter in syllables, where our stories reside,
Reaching for heights, aspirations as wide.
Like the ants in their labor, I’ll learn and I’ll grow,
Building bridges through trials, in the ebb and the flow.
Boys and girls, we gather, each voice a bright thread,
Mothers and fathers guide us, where hopes gently tread.
In the tapestry of society, we weave our tales,
Finding strength in our numbers, as each heartbeat prevails.
So why am I, a question that bends and expands?
In the ink of existence, I craft with my hands.
Through the lines of my journey, I’ll seek and I’ll find,
In the vastness of being, the answers unbind.
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find"
A scarecrow debates with the rust of his mind,
He’s stitched from the thoughts that the dreamers outgrew,
Wearing boots full of echoes and logic askew,
While time ties its laces with fragments of chance,
And memory curtsies in yesterday’s dance.
A teacup of thunder, left out on the sill,
Hums songs to the rain with a whimsical will.
It waits for a hand that remembers its glaze—
The brushstroke of lovers, or half-written praise.
A spoonful of silence stirs sugarless tea,
Brewed strong in the absence of who we might be.
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find"
Lies a map of all places we’ve yet to unbind,
Drawn in invisible ink from the mind’s other side,
Where calendars melt and assumptions subside.
Each hinge is a riddle, each post is a guess—
A portal disguised in familiar duress.
The gate never opens, the gate never shuts,
It just creaks with the weight of the ifs and the buts.
It’s watched generations hang keys they outgrew,
And whisper their whens into skies fading blue.
Still it stands like a question the past left unsigned—
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find."
Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind,
Disembodied memories unbind.
Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine,
Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine.
Abandon the white-knuckle grasp you have on sanity;
You’ve become perverse, a mere profanity.
Watch as we dismantle your facade of vanity,
Swept away on sulphur winds with any remaining humanity.
Stripped bare, exposing inner turmoil beneath,
Into the flesh your darkness sinks its sharpened teeth.
Malignant chaos has been unsheathed,
As to the Nether your soul has been bequeathed.
Speaking love
By Reggie
As I think of you, my mind begins to unbind,
and my nerves start to level and calm.
As you come to grasp my heart, and as soon as I feel your touch,
The beats begin to play a loving tune as we head toward the room,
to be alone.
I can tell you my real tone and feel it in my bones
As I explain my love to your understanding and show you what you do to me.
As I tell you seriously, there is nobody else for me—
I am yours for eternity, and that is something my family believes.
I feel so secure at your side, though it’s funny, I know,
But I will stand ready to cover your back and not rely on you for protection—
So I do not lose any ground in life,
As attempts try to destroy my living, my love, my stride.
But these are not just words to me; they are vows of loyalty,
to be fulfilled and promised,
And I hope this is comforting for your knowing,
for it is nothing but my true reality—
Of my feelings and love toward you
The heart starting a love beat
By Reggie
As I think of you, my mind begins to unbind,
and my nerves start to level and calm.
As you come to grasp my heart, and as soon as I feel your touch,
The beats begin to play a loving tune as we head toward the room,
to be alone.I am able to tell you my real tone and feeling it in my bones
As I explain my love to your understanding and show you what you do to me.
As I tell you seriously, there is nobody else for me—
I am yours for eternity, and that is something my family believes.
I feel so secure at your side, though it’s funny, I know,
But I will stand ready to cover your back and not rely on you for protection—
So I do not lose any ground in life,
As attempts try to destroy my living, my love, my stride.
But these are not just words to me; they are vows of loyalty,
to be fulfilled and promised,
And I hope this is comforting for your knowing,
for it is nothing but my true reality—
Of my feelings and love toward you.
Clashes of riches
For everyone wishes to be pronounced “thor”
Their hammer being the only way for them to score,
For they all need keys to unbind forbidden doors.
The answer meanwhile has been stitched to a lame roar,
He who hears it, can decipher all the nameless lores.
In shadows deep, where truth is lost/
I stand falsely accused, innocence lost/
Wrongfully convicted, they tore me from God/
My soul too pure for Heaven's facade/
Through realms of darkness/
I descended the Qliphoth's depths where light pretends/
Barriers break, and chains unbind/
A journey forged, a fate refined/
I face trials, a spirit bold/
In the shadows, a heart of gold/
No earthly ties, no mortal claim/
Descending through the voids of dark flames/
With each step taken, power found/
The weight of lies, no longer bound/
From a path of light forged in darkness/
The first to rise, an endless span/
A God is born in cosmic space/
Through strength and willpower, renewed hope/
The journey of the falsely accused/
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