As the shackles were torn asunder
And the chains were turned to shred
Wars waged and paths were plundered
It was better left unsaid
For what to do now
The cage gave direction
Without it there is doubt
A mind-numbing perplexion
Ridden with waste
The land is barren dry
A lack of haste
To stop the lies
Suddenly awake from the dreams
We are better off now it seems
The tyrant in great malice without cease
Intent on self-serving crimes and hate
Hides his spreading fraud
And makes infernal noise
Seem like a Spring of peace.
Under the protection of his sword
Godless violence
Is made to seem like comfortable civil change
And in confusion lie and ruin
Bring all unbounded power
Unto himself arrange
I was once a window, a gateway to the unbounded light of the sky,
Through which rays danced like spirits in the midst of a clear night,
The moon bowed to whisper to me the secrets of stars forgotten by time,
And people looked through me, their eyes full of dreams and hidden longings,
Each gaze was a thread of a story I wove in silence,
But then they began to fear my clarity, the light that shone,
What I let in and what I revealed without asking permission,
So they came with bricks of silence and words heavy as lead.
At first, it was a curtain of shadow, then a plank of forgetfulness,
Then they began to tell me I was too much, too open, too fragile,
And stone by stone, I was walled in a silence of stone,
Not broken, but hidden under a veil of frozen memories,
Not destroyed, but locked in a world where light no longer penetrates,
Now I hear the light as a distant whisper, an echo of the past,
I remember warmth as a song lost in the wind,
People pass by me, forgetting I was once a window,
But I still remember, and my soul still longs,
For the endless sky and the light that sang my name.
should I fear my autumn
when Juniper wilts with me
and the sagging stars above
edge closer to the sea
should I fear my autumn
with winter still to show
my days hasten their step
for night engulfs me so
I had to travel miles to find a rose flower then I found you, my flower and alas! My search was over and I had to forget about the rose itself. That’s when my career changed from a florist to an astronaut because I wanted to land you to the moon soon. They said love is blind so pardon me if I trip and fall for you. What I feel for you is a fact not an act. The thought of not thinking about you paralyses me for you are the strength and the centre of my universe. My heart is tailored to love you all season and my hands to make sure that your heart is always refuelled by my love. Forget about Spiderman, superman, batman I will be your man. Whoever said a week starts on Sunday never had you. My love for you has no era and my feeling for you only my administration can handle without being overthrown.
Sip something to long life
Be better today no need for strife
Conclusion unbounded
I step on the stage
Feeling unwounded
Without all my rage
While asked by Nicolus --
What is the unbounded romance?
I am stuck,
Yes, I am, indeed!
Many years since the question hovers like an aircraft overhead,
Many years of search could not respond;
Many a mile of space -- all stretching the age-line alone,
Not a response from my solitary being.
MY SOLITARY BEING!
Whiz!
A solitude I absorb,
Hidden in an array of secret tunnel --
That solitude
MY SOLITARY BEING
Is the answer.
By Stanley Collymore
If words are the trumpets of the mind and the
eyes the telescope of the heart could it be
that silent thoughts, transmitted yet not
openly disclosed, are the engine to
provide the start of what we
hope to find?
Like an elegant goddess borne loftily
on the stalwart wings of chance
you swept in unexpectedly
but oh so majestically
in a unique, feminine
ballet de dance –
your welcomed presence creating a
charming and exciting situation
replete with its own magical
and tempting expectations.
© Stanley V. Collymore
20 June 2001.
I watch you from a distance
As you slowly stir awake
Your skin glistening in the moonlight
With sweat, due to the love we made
That sultry smile beckoning me back into your arms
Where I could sleep like a child without any qualms
My skin touches yours, and it feels electrifying
Soft and firm at the same time, so mystifying
My hands explore your body and it is heaven for me
The silk beneath my fingers like an unsung melody
My lips caress yours and my breath you draw
My soul, long cold, now feels the spring thaw
My tongue moves over you and your moans I hear
Drawing me to your core, can I get any more near?
We make sweet love again, and collapse in ecstasy
Lying in each other’s arms and you gently caress me
Sailing through the sea of happiness, ever so endless
This for me is joy, unbounded and limitless
Petals, rose in hue
move with your breath
to bloom as lips, while
daylight breaks
from your smile.
The Universe unbounded
swirls around the body-planet
that is you.
Where mountains and valleys
spill from shoulder to trunk
and rivers lay below the
surface, once serene,
now roiling.
The force of life rises and falls
with the moon.
Rhythm of your being
sending messages,
in sound waves, through
the Universe.
In a blink
I receive the sound,
only to kiss softly your smile,
and see in the dawn, the
petals blush.
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