I looked up to them as ideals
But they put me through ordeals
Of compassion, of respect, of kindness—
The people I envisioned were too unreal.
Strangled and throttled by the vines
How could I forget to read the signs
Of beauty, of hope, of fairness—
The life I strived for was too unreal.
Unnoticed, I'm fading away
So tired now, I don't want to stay
Of serenity, of tranquility, of happiness—
The world I dreamed of was too unreal.
I had to let someone know
But you had to deliver the final blow
Of love, of empathy, of humility—
The concept of you in my mind was too unreal.
Who cares about perfection
Even the moon is not perfect
It is full of craters
What's up with the sea
Unbelievably beautiful
It is salty, dark deep
What's up with the sky
Infinite, still not perfect
Like a woman not perfect
But special to every man
His choose is special
Stop wanting for perfection
Better try to be free
Live doing what you love
Not wanting others please you.
Don’t you see? That we’re too free,
Drifting like whispers on an endless sea.
We could walk where no roads remain,
Sit beneath trees in golden rain.
Let time’s soft leaves fall on my face,
Let go—give up the endless chase.
Let’s journey not for thirst or gain,
Not for pleasure, not for pain.
Not for fear or fleeting pride,
But just to walk, with time as our guide.
To vanish, to fade, to simply be,
Lost in the road, wild and free.
No matter the distance, no matter the time,
Only the journey—yours and mine.
Another time, another place…
Beyond the life, in different space,
Where the Sun goes down on the faraway East,
And the Moon rises high above Western feast,
I saw you in a mask made of silver and silk:
Hair is auburn like leaves, skin in driblets of milk,
Soulless eyes, gleaming green – like a moth to the flame
I'm the one who flies straight to burn gladly in vain.
Yes, your visage was spinning the ballroom that night.
I've surrendered to you – with no doubt, with no fight…
In return, at my silly devotions of love,
You just smiled and fled by – swift and light, like a dove.
Morning light woke me up. I suppressed hopeless scream,
Cause' you've fled once again and escaped in a dream.
Hey!!
I assumed that fictional men only exists in fictional world
until I met u
Like I wanna pinch you nd check
whether you r real one r fake one
Dude you're literally far away
frm other guys
You're more than best!!!!
Just your single stare is enough to make anyone's heart pound;
It's certainly impossible not to blush when u r around.
spy ring
secretive
espionage
makes a great tv show
faux pas
A poet paints a leaf greener than it is,
a dramatist makes the story more tragic,
human nature crave for what unreal gave,
ignores reality that may hold more bliss,
those large white marble sculptures of long lost kings,
are carved to perfection to look Adonis,
because a lie often earns more wealth than truth,
there is money behind every Judas kiss,
pretending gurus con people through magic,
for what unreal gave, human nature crave,
stay with the real, give false pretences a miss.
I look up to you
With the child in me,
A child that knows no wrong.
I look up to see some comfort somewhere,
that solely in wisdom belong.
They say that teachers are all, so very good.
So long as they can see the child;
That hides behind the glaring sun,
And senses no worth in chide.
That figures not what’s right or wrong
And basks in unreal pride.
Why do you take things that can be
Solved in a matter of time?
Why do you complain, times so often
With sometimes no reason nor rhyme?
Why don’t you see that the child in me
Is yet to grow as old,
As can be said to struggle for long
Well read and matured and bold?
I belong to you, do try understand.
Do please no laugh at my faults!
For the womb that gave me birth in time
Has the semblance with the one that's yours!
Marvelous! Wonderful! Delightful!
These words enchant the heart
but haunt the mind
The truth about them is quite unkind
They mean something to no one
nothing to everyone
No matter their intrinsic appeal
sans detail to earn their repeal
their exuberance mocking, unreal
#HarmonyRetreat
Sleeping below the clear sky,
On the soft green grass matress;
A childhood dream not too far
Relieves me of all my stress....
Climbing high mountains
before the break of the day
Amidst the stillness and silence around,
Is an inner excitement that makes you stay,
Longer and even longer to finally get to see
The scenic beauty of the Dawn, surreal for one to believe.
That Childhood Dream since then
rings in my head again and again.
On a gloomy rainy afternoon,
I look out of my window all of a sudden
I see a bright light emerging
tearing the clouds apart.
That Sun Ray brings back my hope
at all tough times of my life
Even though it's a dream
Its display of courage is extreme.....
So close your breath tingles my skin.
A transient kiss, placed on illusive lips.
I so wish, this moment would eternally exist.
Unfortunate souls bounded by love.
Two cold hands, in one glove.
Yet so far it's all a blur, this confusion I must concur.
This moment won't go in vain.
because i know, it will be a while till i dream of you again.
Max it's no secret
Your shoe talk vote stinks so walk'
No more time Biden'
Afgan so no win'
Disguise maybe hair afro?
The jigs up Mr Smart
Stuck it seems in this bottomless pit
Her life through the eye end of a needle
What's now become a life time habbit
For which she'd do anything even steal
But l don't understand ;as l don't do it
So could not know how she dose feel
When she tells me that she's lost her hit
Because it's now started to conjeal
Though at times l would have to admit
I don't blame her as much those that deal
I only wish there would be a day she'd quit
As even now this reality that seems so unreal
A part two prequal to poem A STARK REALITY
About a friend ex though l could blame government l
Letting this go on for so long
feel like I have asked.............what does deja vu mean
There's simply more than meets the eye
and yet most think after we die
is when we rise above this plane;
a new existence we shall reign.
These thoughts are wrong and light is life
now look beyond the pain and strife
Objects are not what they may seem
we can not see what we don't dream.
Lights and brainwaves crash to make
reality is put at stake
But what's the cost of mortal life
if we transcend the afterlife.
"Look," I'll beg for weeks on end
"Please look, just look!" their sights will bend,
They'll see, I think, what I see now
Rise above, you can't ask how.
1-20-2022
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
"Transcendence"
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