She turns the radio dial with tired hands,
chasing a voice through the crackling dark.
Every station fractures into static,
a snowstorm of sound that won’t let her in.
She leans closer, as if breath alone
could coax meaning from the broken hum.
The world feels distant, unreachable~
just her and the staticky hiss of unfinished thoughts.
Then softly~
a thread of music slips through the noise,
thin as a pulse returning after silence,
a single note glowing like a lantern
held out by someone who somehow knows her name.
She stills herself, listening,
the melody rising, warm and unafraid.
something in her chest loosens~
a knot she’d carried so long
she’d forgotten it was there.
The song widens,
filling the room with a light she can’t see
but feels, unmistakably,
like hands lifting the weight she never spoke of.
She closes her eyes.
The static falls away.
The music moves through her
like a truth she’d been waiting to remember~
a quiet, holy clarity
that finds her exactly where she is
and asks nothing
except that she let it stay.
tell it slant~
the world can’t bear the full blaze
of truth all at once.
So we angle it,
tilt it like a mirror catching dusk,
let it shimmer sideways
through the mind.
We speak in glints,
in half-lit metaphors,
in stories that circle the heart
instead of striking it head-on.
Not to hide~
but to reveal
what only soft light can show.
Because some truths
arrive like lightning,
too bright for the naked soul.
But slanted,
they become lanterns~
guiding, not blinding,
warming, not burning.
So we tell it slant,
the way moonlight tells the shape of things,
the way wind tells the shape of trees,
the way love tells the shape of a life~
not directly,
but unmistakably.
In idle, I am prone to the unintentional siren
yet with obligation, I can pretentiously delude
concealing the apprehension... and the desire
Remarkably discernible from a mere moment glimpse
in her ivory mask with tinges of light rose
looming unmistakably regardless how afar
Yet, I keep my distance; becoming too nervous
propinquity may induce "Untamed Attraction"
in defiance of the restraint that I impose
Amongst the mundane, I unwillingly exclude
in fear of displacing the facade over this ruse
all to hide my veracity from ridicule
Is it in timidity that I indulge this notion?
Incapable to go beyond being elusively platonic;
in favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon?
...
Alas, I bury any sentiment as a mere fantasy
to haunt me within my dreams; as I lay vulnerable.
In favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon.
Written on 02/26/2017
Call it presence
Solidly empty
Infinite time and space
No-movement moving
And none of the above..
But unmistakably present
As all of the above..
Call it presence...
Mercedes for fast
Or powerful Mercedes
Maybe fly like Mercedes,
Or with Mercedes prestige!
Probably sleek Mercedes,
Or could be cute Mercedes,
Or just plain Mercedes,
But definitely not old Mercedes!
Mercedes confidence,
Mercedes revered.
Mercedes with mercy,
Mercedes for mercy.
But seldom arrogant Mercedes!
Mercedes conflicted,
Mercedes revised.
Mercedes in reverse,
Mercedes strictly reserved.
Confined in Mercedes,
Confide in Mercedes.
Comfortable in Mercedes,
Inseparable from Mercedes,
And unmistakably Mercedes!
So be Mercedes,
Or keep guessing who she is!
H
Your love is a force of nature, unparalleled and extraordinary. It transcends the norms of our time, shining brightly amidst the shadows of doubt and insecurity. Your pure soul, so often hidden from the world, radiates with a light that is unmistakably unique.
You possess a rare strength, an unyielding sense of self-worth that is truly regal. Yet, beneath the surface, lies a vulnerability that sometimes clouds your perception of your own beauty. But let me tell you, you are a queen in every sense of the word. Straighten your crown, dear queen, for no one can match the beauty that emanates from within you.
Do not be swayed by the world's narrow definition of beauty. Embrace who you are, live fully, love deeply, and revel in your freedom. Like a daisy in full bloom, you embody the essence of life's beauty. Your smile, so radiant and captivating, is a testament to the love that resides within you, a divine creation that shines through every fiber of your being.
Remember, my dear Queen, you are a masterpiece, a work of art fashioned by the hands of God Himself. Let no one dim the brilliance of your light, for you are a beacon of love and grace in this world.
See Me
I want, desperately, to Impress
Why
I don't know why
Hmm
I just, despairingly, want to Impress
I, sincerely, wish you knew why
Why, pray tell
So, interestingly, I may want to Impress too
Oh, my dear friend...
Yes, buddy
It, unfeigned, has to come from within
That, undoubtedly, makes sense
Sure, unequivocally, it does
If not, unwavering, from within
It, unmistakably, doesn't matter
Yes, but...
But what
But, dear confidant, if I don't...
Yes, you're on to something
Feel it from within...
Yes
And I, forlorn, strive to Impress anyway...
Yes, almost there...
Then, sadly, I'm not happy...
Yes, say it goddamn it
With who I am
Yes, I'm Impressed
*
"Gold Bitten"
delinquent minds
call the creative in
gold bitten terror bites
he thinks he’s a poet
she thinks of other things
not so equivalent
she thinks she’s a brevity
he believes he’s a harlequin
the point mute and hammered in
golden words delivered
shining against the banished burnished
flowing in the unleashed freedom
up from the depths
some kind of risen,
coldly removed, poetically bitten
unmistakably
apples rolled, stark competition
outrun, yet golden
monster
loved, and
monster driven
where did you come from beautiful?
the question derisive, velvet tones,
moss hidden
From the depths of it all,
she responds,
from the dead, risen
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
terabyte.
"The prefix tera is derived from the Greek word for monster"...
brevity.
harlequin.
apples. ;)
Whispers are battling with my soul’s delight,
Shining on half of my senses in time.
Mute the translation in its rhythm away from the drum beat in my mind.
What the micro vibratos may mean to this moment that festers down the long road,
A language that does
compute in my hard drive.
Thought processes cancel the overwhelming expanse of my lungs,
As each inhale and exhale folds and withers.
In that time the initial thought processes flood my minds eye,
And engulf every ounce of my being.
Which forces the beauty and semblance of my persona,
To parish into the oblivion unmistakably in the depths below.
The sea and sky only fall victim to the earth once in the rotation of the sun.
But all I figure in the voice that echos in my chambers eye,
Like sweet honey combs to my ears.
For if it challenges my courage,
Moves and pushes through the smoke and mirrors.
And begins to figure the apertures were the very essence of my humanity comes full circle.
On the edge of the years calculation of my absolute consecration in this world.
Mariachi beats are unmistakably Mexican, sassy as salsa
Hot and spicy, the sombrero on the floor hops up and down
Carnival dance battle begins with the traditional janabe tapatio
Crowd marvels at the precision of the couple’s moves
Courtship unveiled as the dance progresses, he is pursuing
His efforts refused at first, her China Poblana dress flaring
Female dancer finally accepts his advances, her handsome man
He gives the crowd a happy wave, showing off his charro suit.
Sometimes for no apparent rhyme or reason
A sort of sinking feeling dampens the mind and heart
Not exactly, but somewhat similar to a nervous breakdown
Everything appears twisted, strangulated, and distorted
Extra show of kindness sometimes turns painful and killing
Sadness soon turns into the hysterical sobs
Turning the victim into a grief-stricken wretch
The face is an index to mind, the principle same for pure and sinner
Oh, in what words shall I describe the comfort
I receive on resting my head on her shoulder
No one else but we shall be hard on ourselves
Future will unmistakably depend on how we amend ourselves
Wholehearted dedication and certainly
Not the astrological predictions will shape the future
The taste of the pudding is in eating
Certainly not in the smell of the sweeteners
Daddy's girl
Sinks
To Davy Jones' locker
Of grief.
Dad's earth-shattering goodbye,
So sudden, cruel.
Suicide, no note.
She's too numb
To feel the tsunami
Of looming pain.
In utter disbelief.
Her best friend
Mouths " I'm sorry for your loss"
She mutters
A barely audible "Thank you"
With downcast eyes.
Still numb, in denial.
Pain in her heart unmistakably visible
On face full of tears.
Nothing seems to make sense.
She sits up from bed
Gazing longingly
Into a tenebrious abyss,
Going through a litany of regrets
And missed warning signs.
A sea of confusion
Endlessly churning
In her mind, filled...
With one word question,
"WHY"?
Date written: 12/28/2021
I went back to the meadow today
Its call was unmistakably clear
I saw two yearlings at play,
Then, remarkably, two older deer.
Warming bringing a welcomed respite
As the animals came out to frolic
Before, inevitably, the ground is white
And winter meadow will wax bucolic.
My walk was pleasant; I shall stay,
Reclining there in restive meditation
Near yonder knoll the rest of the day
Devoid of any unnecessary animation.
written December 9, 2021
I cherish your dreary safe house; I share your cover trick.
The nightfall apparition is unmistakably pitiful, not majestic.
Alone, yet not the only one, I walk around my sorrow phobic
Almost when a heron offers a final chance, it is laded with panic.
The maelstrom witch hurls an illuminated usurper mystic.
Written: August 25, 2021
To be crystal clear and direct,
Without shady shadowy effect.
Straightforwardly, Unmistakably sound,
Plain-speaking plain-spoken profound.
Candid, Frank, Direct, Upfront,
Incorruptible and Blunt.
Honourable, Decent, Moral and Just,
To be someone whom others trust.
Blameless, Credible, Real and Sincere,
Righteous, Honest there and here.
Moral, pure, legit and true,
Authentic in the things you do.
Modesty prevails
Adoration upscales
Contentment from this jolly mirth;
Quality of human worth.
The truth, the indisputable truth
Will always be a force too sleuth.
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