hearts of glass
hurled through air
in pieces
plastic idols
nesting dolls
caned by fear
opaque tears
swept beneath
smiling lacquer
i’ve never seen out a window ~ maybe you can help describe the scene
said the blind man to Siri ~ asking her to throw light on his life’s dream
a chatbot overheard Siri’s muteness ~ and typed I see what she means
#bonus monoku#
turn your iphone on its side ~ my point of view simply aligns the screen
By
David Kavanagh
A void.
Dark, cold and endless.
Nothing and everything.
A concept children can’t grasp
We would never understand something like that
We were young
We were children
A void.
It exists while we make our youth last
The memories we share along the way
Learning and growing, with fun of course
Why did we ask to grow up
We had everything
We were children
A void.
There, watching as you step into that highschool
A different experience
We are older now, more mature
Right?
We thought we were ready to be an adult
We were children
A void.
It feeds off of your growth, waiting
As you say i do, looking into their eyes
You wonder where time went
You weren’t a kid
You were an adult
That wished you were young
A void.
It's time to see it.
Scary as it is, big, but small
And as the day of your demise
seeks the warmth from your short youth
The void takes you
And you feel full of youth again
we wished we were children
Don’t go near a vacuum,
Stay clear of empty space,
Don’t look at the dark side,
But watch the full moon’s face.
Don’t fall into a pit,
Or get stuck in a hole,
Avoid incompleteness,
Learn to worship the whole.
Don’t slip into a chasm,
Place your footsteps with care,
And always make sure that
You’re spatially aware.
Nothingness is harmful,
Keep barren thoughts at bay,
Harness your potential,
And you will win the day.
Let your thoughts be whole-some,
Thinking much less like Freud,
But most of all remember to -
Avoid a void ...
Doing nothing, simply looking,
happy with whatever's cooking,
delightful bliss tease is our thing,
simply looking, doing nothing.
What's there to do, as bliss renews
and we feel soma nectar ooze,
enlivening soul through and through,
as bliss renews, what's there to do?
Bliss magnetism in body prism
fills in form, every ego chasm,
igniting love beyond each ism,
in body prism, bliss magnetism.
Hermit be still, surrender will,
that dark voids within God may fill.
To make easy ascent uphill,
surrender will, hermit be still.
10-November-2022
Swap Quatrain
Fill all voids with love, oh hermit
All else mere thought construct
Judging neither fault nor merit
Let ego self-destruct
In sync with love’s bliss beat
Our vibrant heart upbeat
Embrace each soul we meet
Head-heart hand in glove
Fill all voids with love
27-September-2022
Quietus
Energy scattered
finds our soul battered,
whilst if we’re aligned,
truth of life’s divined.
Let us be precise,
as also concise ~
melding head with heart,
is where we should start.
Making heart steady,
signals we’re ready
to slow down thought flow,
in staid stillness slow.
What then does emerge,
is a purging surge
of heightened rapture,
mind cannot capture.
Thus whence thoughts distilled,
heart’s emptiness filled,
our soul returns home,
back to God’s bliss dome.
03-June-2022
Voids within fill, magnetism peaks
Feel soul’s luminescence
Caress divine, joyous heart seeks
Yearnings of innocence
Although life still does test
Ego cravings now rest
Love gets load off our chest
As bliss throbs thrill
Voids within fill
30-August-2021
Quietus
as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence
the voids the cracks
with everything she can
anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget
mindless chatter
most times sadly pathetic
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
(Voided life)
--Fill In The Blanks-...That is, if there are any left "
Symptoms ___________________
A Pulse______________
Birth_______________________________
Breathing is specific___________
Optional_____
In the void_______
An egg_____________________________
Oval_______________
No place_________________________
Emptiness_______
Causes__________________________________
Womb opens_____
Nothing pops out_____________
Bullets blank________________
Babies____________
Begin were they end___
Life comes with certain expectations_______________
Unexpected circulation_________________
Circumstances________________________________
Emerge___________________
Walls collapse_________________
Tributaries fill___
Escape_________________
Empty_________
Not what It could have been
could be dying tomorrow
Death would be a heart piecing arrow
Fading away from the very core including the bone marrow
I should be dying tomorrow
My smile shines every hour
But its the heart that needs power
Breaking into pieces by agony
I laugh
I laugh so loud
Until the only voice heard is mine
Mine,pain
it has been so intreached in me
As though I am the reason it exists
Mine,anger
I am so angry
I am angry I did not have a normal childhood
I am angry am not having a normal womanhood
Mine,love
Its intense to me
Yet blocked to them
Mine,pain again
I cut it out of me
Now and then
Mine pain again
Its in my bloodstream
I should end the circulation
Blue skin,no breathe
Dreams do come true
Mine,no breath
In tears they are
Its tomorrow morning,
Gasping
Twiching
Suffocating
Am dying
Dying from Mine
Mine pain
Mine anger
Mine love
Mine pain again
Mine pain again
Am dead.......
Its late tomorrow
Pulse...
I re-born.
minds fertile
with impressive voids
lost in direction
paths fogged
to truth
Hollows suck deep inside,
Growing strong with every tide,
The mouth of hollow lies below,
Where monsters live and sadness flow,
When I fall, they eat me alive ,
While they dance, I crawl to survive!
I find this day is so hard,
I know I am tiered but the pain of life makes breathing hard.
My heart feels like a void and I wish this life was over
I see images in my mind of dreams that will never be
Of smiling at an infant in my arms that belongs to me
To see the wonder in my child’s face as they run with joy
The images seem reflections from my own youth
The beauty of my daughter as she grows into a woman
The joy wondrous JOY of walking down the aisle, with her on my arm
To watch my Grandchild play at my feet
The tear in my eye and pain in my heart
For what I’ll never have leaves life a void
My hands are shaking, not so much trembling.
I don't believe I have anything to tremble for, as of this moment.
They beat back and forth in a schizoid pattern,
Placed in a spacious space in time.
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