While you all sleep away the deep embrace,
The world dissolves in binary’s cold space.
A pitch-black realm, unseen by mortal eyes,
Where Archangel Michael keeps his watch on high.
One strikes two down in judgment's stern command,
While four sweep three in blood across the land.
Order is held, the balance tightly sealed,
And secrets of the dark are unrevealed.
Until at last, with quiet, unseen grace,
The angel slips into his resting place—
Into the Bible resting by my side,
Within its sacred pages, he will hide.
Watching a hurricane
won’t get you wet
And reading more Freud
won’t help you forget
Mouthing the words
cannot guarantee sound
Laden with fear
hiding guilt by the pound
Stated intent
broken pathways to roam
Paring good wishes
right down to the bone
New skin in the game
and wounds that won’t heal
Eluding the cries
— and truth unrevealed
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Days of terror and agony,
nights of darkened ceremony.
All too often an empty soul,
most of it full of taunt.
Cursed from head to toe,
can't dip in water to sow.
Broken in all, too far,
anguished brain all the more.
Love seems forsaken,
heart dwells for sermon.
None unrevealed in moan,
nevertheless caused much pain.
Where to cater
when my shadow craves to somber?
Fainted am I, scattered,
melted and not molded.
In the storm of life, my voice is like a lost feather,
A silent wind seeking its path where thunder has ceased.
They strive to hear, but silence is all they find,
As if in my quiet there is nothing to be told.
Some call it sweet, like a gentle and enchanted brook,
A lullaby lost in a distant dream.
Others laugh, saying it's too weak, too small to be heard,
A shadow of sound daring to fall into infinity.
I speak, but the world does not listen, words fade into the wind,
A mute song and a secret that remains unrevealed.
A gift left unanswered, a cold hand in waiting,
Perhaps my voice is meant for another realm where longing is felt.
But here I am, gentle, like a silent river that yearns to flow,
With the strength of whispers rising and silence breaking apart.
Gentleness may be a grace, a soft echo in a ruthless place,
A song not meant to shout, but to sing, a wind beneath the wing of hope.
Even a whisper can shape the sky, with its tender breeze,
A breeze that makes the stars sigh in the dream-filled night.
In this silence, this deep and quiet art,
Lies a force that moves the heart, a mystery that keeps us united.
a leisurely stroll,
walking alone in the park,
I voice deep secrets -
thoughts that I have never shared -
with the forest primeval
verdant, sheltering,
it absorbs the unrevealed ~
nature is opaque
The canvas waits beneath a tempered blade.
A pale silver knife, not forged for war, I wield.
I paint the silence that the wounds betrayed.
The sky lies torn in strokes of celeste shade,
each slash more raw, no truth left unrevealed—
the canvas waits beneath a tempered blade.
No brush can bruise the dark the way I’ve flayed
these hues loose, their former grace repealed.
I paint the silence that the wounds betrayed.
My muse—half shadow, half cascade—
emerges from each mark I will not shield.
The canvas waits beneath a tempered blade.
No line stays; no form can be obeyed.
I seek what's felt, not what can be concealed.
I paint the silence that the wounds betrayed.
She stares back now, the shape that art mislaid—
a scar turned sycamore across the field.
The canvas waits beneath a tempered blade.
I paint the silence that the wounds betrayed.
She, talked, with the moon and stars,
Here, she
In search of love, from those close ones,
But, only, finds her heart apart, &lone.
And she wanders far.
Even every sorrow seems less
As she remains, closed, within four walls
Not a single word has she shared,
to her parents, nor her friends.
Tho' she loves to talk,
But
Solely imagination reside her must self,
And wonders if anyone listens her?
& again she wanders so far.
She is not, what the world thinks;
too kind, but misunderstood.
Outwardly, too bold and too carefree.
Yet, none gazes her grief upon the soul
Cold, unrevealed, a stranger to the cruel world
But didn't care & wanders far.
She plays the part, hard, to be fitted
Why must she, alone, face & tilted?
When theres lot to run &
Increase the pace but only she's chased
Did she care? 'cause she wandered thus far.
Seventeen was a time of nonchalant moments,
taking strolls on breezy lanes, smelling jasmines,
waving at the farmer tending to the rich harvest:
mystery unrevealed itself, making adventure last!
Who hasn't explored wonderous Nature hasn't felt joy,
harmonious and picturesque hills of various shades excited
this boy's flaming eyes drawing them a step closer to God;
there's was no thought of going back to town and play!
Should silver hair remind everyone how old I am?
I lived life well with the prospective to extend years
and be that example of longevity forgetting birthdays;
I saw a feeble man struggling on a cane: that was Sam!
No journey is too burdensome if planned diligently,
youth is the base of all awareness and confidence,
and from it springs forth the enthusiasm of excellence;
cultivate every virtue practiced and spoken so humbly!
Careless lives are cut short by ingesting those harmful substances,
puffing on cigarettes, gulping down excessive amount of deadly alcohol;
these people will not survive youth but destroy it with nasty habits:
how delightful is to spot silver hair, thinking to oneself:" I managed well! "
Oh! My choked voice
Thundering bits of utterance
Flowing streams of strong desir
My heart pierced words
Ah! Ah! Comes my voice
Oh! My shackled voice
Free me from this prison
My bounded heart desire
Proclaim my enchanted words
Ah! Ah! Comes my song
Oh! Lift the joyful strain
I thirst for words untold
Barged with sweety distills
My tongue dice in pain
Ah! Ah! Comes the melody
Oh! I stands in his pavilion
Griddled with splendour of praise
Freely lay in his glittering arm
The hymns of angels delight
Ah! Ah! My victory conquered song
Oh! My chanting hallelujah
Hallelujah hails the angels
My silence shall sing divine
The king shall rise with gladness
Ah! Ah! My cheerful voice adore
Oh! How his kindness comfort
Justly claims a song for him
Immortal one unseen
Mysteries of his love unrevealed
Ah! Ah! Melodious songs of joy
Oh! This gift of mine
Behold this gift you gave
To sing your worship alone
Faithfully smear your rule to all
Ah! Ah! Revive my speech to sing for you
In secret, my heart beats for you,
A rhythm that only love can do.
With every word, every shared smile,
My soul entwined, all the while.
As friends, we talked through endless nights,
Laughter and dreams, our bond ignites.
But hidden deep, a truth I concealed,
A love so strong, yet unrevealed.
The day I confessed, my heart aflame,
Hope and fear, an uncertain game.
Your response, a gentle, kind decline,
A door closed, leaving me to re-align.
Though one-sided, love remains true,
A beauty that forever shines through.
No regret, for feelings expressed,
A lesson learned, a heart impressed.
In time, the ache will slowly fade,
Memories linger, a bittersweet shade.
Our friendship, though altered, remains,
A treasure cherished, love's refrains.
Your worth, unchanged, still shines bright,
A star that guided me through night.
I wish you joy, love's future find,
And though not mine, your heart entwines.
From the moment you held me
I knew you as deviant
Unsafe, unpredictable
Slithering around
Up, and down, sloshing
Yet...cool, refreshing
Bringing joy and sorrow
To my small frame
Come little one
Let's play a game
I will protect
I will keep you safe
From movement that takes
Yet...gives, laughter
Bellowing above reason
Taking soul for a ride
Gone, I can't find her
Where did she run
Away from uncontrolled
Unknown, unpleasant
Unified undercurrent
Yet...unrevealed
Mysteries to be uncovered
In a time where I can not exist
Written by Trudy Schrader
The sky becomes a deepened blue,
like army coats of yore,
clings to the trees atop the hills,
settles on valley floor.
The sun is gone but dim lingers
upon the rolling fields,
they seem endless done up in dark,
with secrets unrevealed.
The snow glows, just three inches deep,
reflects the rising moon,
some bits of grass still reach above,
but they’ll be buried soon.
The corn stubble is taller yet,
gives all a mottled look,
brown on white, in the morning times
it’s overrun with rooks.
A deep is picking though it now,
a yearling, and a doe,
I see its silent stride and I
wonder where it will go?
Probably to the hill just west,
beyond which is the town,
it’s rocky there, with thick forest,
a good place to bed down.
My foot crunches on crusted snow,
the winds have made their mark,
they’re predicting a storm next week,
so this is just the start.
Head home, passing the darkened barn,
with animals sleep,
I will be out in morning’s chill,
giving them hay to eat.
It’s not the nicest time to farm,
nut this job never stops,
at least the skiers will be glad
the temperature has dropped.
Although I do believe that ET was a very good movie,
I'm not convinced that there are aliens anywhere out there.
I believe that earthlings are now bound by the Law of Gravity.
I believe in what the Bible teaches about an event called RAPTURE.
I believe that Christians will be 'CAUGHT UP' at God's appointed time.
I believe that God has mysteries and scrolls yet unfolded and unrevealed.
The last trumpet will sound, and Christians will be, not beamed up like ET,
but changed momentously. Defying gravity, RAPTURE will be our exit mode.
"...Secret things belong to God" Deut. 29:29
True song. It is no secret what God can do.
But some secrets are hidden from me and you.
Secret things capture, arrest, and indulge
our deepest attention and imagination.
And there are far too many to mention.
Things that are beyond our domain.
Things from which we have nothing to gain.
They are reserved in a different dimension.
Unrevealed and hidden from mortals,
Such secrets belong to God alone.
They are reserved in forbidden zones;
Zones that we dare not enter or roam.
May it suffice us to let the secrets remain,
Forever sealed until we reach our final home.
An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour.
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism.
Will I again feel wind or sunshine rays on my face?
What extant future awaits if triumphant?
Questions of an unrevealed fate retain minds insecurely occupied.
This dark establishment suffocates this uncertain future.
Artificial lights guide our way, breathing air amassed in dirt.
Youthful generations accept their existence as studious to no other.
Below the surface, we crusade to combat & reclaim.
Patience furthermore perseverance.
Determined, we manoeuvre to arise.
A NEW world united.
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