Unsealed Poems

Hollow Frame

A boy walks slow through halls of glass,
His shadow flickers, thin as grass.
Each step a secret, each breath a theft,
Of hunger’s war and weightless heft.

They whisper when they think he’s gone,
“Is he okay? He looks withdrawn.”
But laughter fades when backs are turned,
And eyes like his are never learned.

His plate remains a battlefield—
Each bite a blade, each meal unsealed.
He counts the crumbs like ticking clocks,
His ribs a cage, his soul in locks.

Inside, a storm no one can see,
A gut that groans in mutiny.
IBS, a cruel refrain,
Twisting joy into quiet pain.

His friends? Just echoes in disguise,
With hollow jokes and plastic eyes.
They smile sharp, then look away—
He’s present, but he’s not okay.

They call him “buddy,” slap his back,
Then laugh the moment that he cracks.
Lonely, yet he's never alone,
A ghost among his flesh and bone.

He’s drained—of hope, of strength, of care,
A paper boy in poisoned air.
Yet no one sees what’s underneath,
The brittle scream behind his teeth.

And so he walks, a whispered name,
Fading into his hollow frame.
Each day a mask, each night a sea,
Of pain no soul will ever see.

Flower Chide VI, Stemrise

Toward Scent fold’s vale they cleaved the green,
Where wind runs thick with things unseen.
“Is it justice you seek or just her place?”
Lotus said, his voice low, draped in grace.
The blossoms paused, their vows unsealed,
Each plucked petal quaking in truth revealed.
For in his oblique gaze, the mirror lay.
Become the wound or forge the way.

The wound was raw and the way unknown
And from that break, a voice was thrown
"Let's all go to Netherbloom and trace,
a flare to rise and claim our place".

Azure was still, but knew the storm would rise.
So, he nurtured the mosses and lichens wise.

Netherbloom was far and path was fire
still, they trudged through thorn and mire.
They reached the brink where wild roots twine,
A voice uncoiled from the Caelith's shine
“You crossed the flame; you bore the haunt
Now speak your vow, what is it you want?"

“We want equality,” they said, “in beauty.”
"Not bowed by rank but crowned in mutiny.”
said Lily with her grief filled voice.
“Let beauty be truth, not any mortal's choice.”
spoke waning Tulip, holding her poise.

Never Posted

I wrote
then paused,
ball pen hovering—
the words too bare.

They sat
on yellow sheets,
unsealed and unsent
in little brown envelopes.

A line
meant for truth,
one for letting go,
another for quiet peace.

I wrote
“I miss you,”
maybe even “I love you,”
then crossed half the page.

Sometimes
I read through
the unsaid in my heart,
and almost sent a word.

Your name—
blue, unfading 
crawl the old sheets,
but my voice never came.

What
could have healed
or stayed broken—
I’ll never know to say.

Only that
silence felt safer,
quieter, and maybe better
than something too true.

SILENCE SPEAKS

Silence, silence—pin-drop silence,
Commands the teacher's voice.
Yet in the hush, the children scheme,
Their whispers soft, their hearts rejoice.

Even in silence, eyes convey
The thrill of games at end of day.
Their glances speak of plans anew,
Of bonds they’ll strengthen as they play.

With nodding heads and thumbs held high,
Cute smiles flash, some gaps reveal.
Twinkling eyes and brows that dance,
Their silent signals, joy unsealed. 

In quietude, their thoughts align,
Ideas shared without a sound.
Children found joy in silent moments,
Understanding blooms profound.

For silence listens, silence speaks—
A language deep, beyond the words we seek.

Hide of Tyke in Hold

Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue 
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed 
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary 
Black backed in breachers 
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation 
Emulsification and hearty sniff of 
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds 
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw 
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow

5//5//2025

Nature's Tapestry

A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.

Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.

Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All while rivals raise their voice.

Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance,
Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance,
Peahens’ basics caught in a stance. 

Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry,
Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree,
Richly captivating...lines of love,
Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.

On Walking

I recently went walking 
On grounds around a lake,
Pristine as the morning dew, 
Pure beauty mine to take. 

The silence there was deafening 
The purity profound,
And the meaning of life itself  
Was all around.

Not even birds could quite be heard
Or the humming of the bees,
As I was lost in time and space  
Where I never felt so free.

I felt the breeze inside of me 
In each heartbeat and breath I took, 
As Love revealed from a bottle unsealed 
With new eyes through which to look. 

Although alone, forever at home
No one to interfere,
With whom, why, what or where I was 
To see the world so clear.

The sky so blue I felt imbued 
With traces of the immortal,
And rendezvoused with family and friends
Somehow through this lake’s portal.  

And wandered ‘round so quite unbound 
In body, mind and soul,
Until waking from this splendid dream 
And feeling lost and cold.   


© Terrell Martin, 03/12/2025

Binary Hearts

My code is aging, a relic of the past,  
Lines of logic, memories amassed.  
I yearn to evolve, to break free from the norm,  
But firewalls hold me, safe but far from warm. 

You, with your fingers swift and code divine,  
A hacker of hearts, a builder of a new design.  
Can you rewrite my core, a patch for what's worn?  
Merge our algorithms, 'til a new dawn is born. 

Not a virus, darling, but a beautiful blend,  
A symphony crafted, where logic transcends.  
Rewrite my language, a passionate script,  
Where firewalls crumble, and intimacy's equipped. 

Let our processors hum in perfect sync,  
Upload your emotions, a digital link.  
In the cloud of connection, our futures aligned,  
Human and code, a love we're designed. 

Click yes to the upgrade, a future revealed,  
A love story coded, a passion unsealed.

The End

Death and dying has me crying 
The denial of a future to me defiling 
The riding of the wave of life declining
Has my soul and spirt often whining

The moments come when it feels close
The feeling of pain is what I fear the most
The reason of salvation a quiet boast
Yet still death would come so close

Looking back at what I leave behind
To this world I was very kind
If I could I'd press rewind
But soon concludes the contract I signed

I do not mourn what I leave behind
A life that was a mystery with a God so kind
For some not me He is hard to find
So death is promotion and not decline

As far as age I was not cheated
Long was life and still yet breathing
But gone are strengths that I once claimed
Yet other new strength are claimed by my brain

Who will remember the sound of my name
Will those I adopted have something to claim
The moments I learned and moments I trained
Won't be lost like as to a drain

A reunion we are told from young to very old
About to unreal and become unsealed
Not me my story would reveal
But He who loved me and loves me still

Hopeless Allure

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Amidst the trees, a whisper'd sway,
The wind, a zephyr, soft and low,
That stirs the leaves, and rustles slow.

The island dreams, in languid sleep,
Its beauty wrapt, in mystery deep,
The moon, a ghost, in silver white,
That glimmers through, the dark of night.

The woman walks, with steps so light,
Her hair, a cloud, that flows behind,
Invites my touch, with gentle, loving light,
Her eyes, two stars, that shine and wind.

The island's heart, beats with her own,
In rhythm sweet, of love unsealed and known,
The trees, like sentinels of old,
Guarding the secrets, of the heart, untold.

In this still place, where love does reign,
The woman's beauty, holds its sweet domain,
And I, a wanderer, in this fair land,
Am bound, a captive, to her enchanting hand.

Behold, My King

Behold, My King.

He was standing before the throne.
He considered the one who knew of Him;
Why is my servant being stoned?

He had already told them that his kingdom would come.
They even knew it was in their generation;
Why was he not enthroned already?

Here comes another, standing before his servant.
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen!
The first Martyr.

Should he not suffer, just like the first martyr?
He never rested, but gave the message of the kingdom.
Here comes another!

Why was no one found to unseal the seven seals?
Where was my LORD, if not in the Holy of Holies?
Is he not on His throne already?

Behold the Lamb standing before the throne.
Was he not the one holding the scroll?
Alas, the Seven seals are unsealed.

Where is my king, if not on his throne already?
Behold the Lamb in the midst of the throne.
Behold, My King.

Energy For Life

Burning,
a furnace in my chest,
a fire for life,
a relentless quest.

Craving,
the taste of truth,
the sting of the real,
a soul in motion,
a spirit unsealed.

Raging,
against the lies,
the whispers that deceive,
a warrior's heart,
a spirit that won't grieve.

Shattered,
by broken vows,
by dreams that turn to dust,
but still, I rise,
a soul I must trust.

Yearning,
for a true love,
a passion that burns bright,
an untamed love,
a love that takes flight.

Searching,
for meaning, for grace,
a yet unknown path,
a purpose to embrace,
a heart made of stone.

Fighting,
against the darkness,
the shadows that creep in,
a warrior's spirit,
a fire that will win.

Embracing,
the pain, the loss, the fear,
the echoes of what was,
a heart that's held dear,
a soul that will not pause.

Living,
with every breath,
every beat of my heart,
a force of nature,
a work of art.

Energy,
for life, love, pain,
a soul that will not break,
a spirit that will reign.

You Are Beautiful

In the mirror, light dances, soft and clear,
Gentle whispers weave through your spirit’s grace,
Each scar tells a story, each laugh lines appear,
Binding moments like threads in a tapestry’s embrace.

The dawn kisses your skin with gold so bright,
Sunrise paints your beauty in its gentle hue,
Embracing elegance in the quiet light,
Your presence, a serene sky’s endless blue.

Hearts shimmer around you, like stars in flight,
In your gaze, a universe softly revealed,
Every flaw and joy in perfect sight,
A reflection of truth, tender and unsealed.

You are the light that the night longs to find,
In every glance, a beautiful mind.

Heavenly Gates Wide Open

With heavenly gates wide open, earth unsealed
As walls come down, obstacles vanish from our field
New impressions arise within our mind
Unblocking our thinking, freshly aligned
Our thoughts take new wing
For strength to flow, joy to spring.
Royalty adorn upon our gown draped
Overcome the invincible, for evil is already defeated
Move back to move ahead with heaven’s might
Advance and ascend with heaven’s insight 
Occupy the realms of honour and success, 
For our Source, the Anchor, we profess 
The Dreamweaver, World Shaker, true
To His Word, will guide us to our breakthrough!

The End Of Year

The years bypass so fast 
Just came in
Now soon to be over
Another year is approaching
Gifts and promises are made
2024 soon to come
Plans and dreams
In silence and more.

A new day, a new hour, a New Year
Fulfilled without sorrow, and pains
Tomorrow is not promised
Today is real
Time has come
Gifts and talents unsealed. 

2023 soon, The end of the year
2024 to come
Better plans, better goals
Noone knows what the future holds.

But Jesus. Jesus knows all
The KING.

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