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I cannot imagine grace
its slow quiet crawl
into my soul
 Dec 2021 mal frost
Isn’t it the ultimate irony that as the universe is expanding,
I am shrinking?
Am I devolving into my own black hole?
My memories of past friends and loved ones are sadly fading.
I am constantly relearning old facts to refresh my perception of the world.
My present is consuming my past with inexorable appetite
Why plan for the future when I’m doing all I can to cling to the present?
Is my sense of self imploding?
Am I becoming Ozymandias without a reputation to boast?
Don’t pity me because all of you will suffer the same fate.
Know only that I feel for you and mourn your loss.
 Dec 2021 mal frost
life seems tasteless
as yesterday’s donut
all greetings are heartless
devoid of empathy

hard to find meaning in a universe of stones
there’s no pulse on the moon
why chase answers in physics or math
if all is relative, where’s the truth

is the life of a beetle
less important than mine
at what level is self
from the viewpoint of quarks

and yet deep within
I have a desire to understand
I yearn for sensitivity
And requited love
In your room of meditation
be empty and still
seek the form of water
and flow undisruptabley as a fall,

In your moment of fellowship
be conformed as the wind
free from voices, noises & distortion
becoming one with the word.

In your atmosphere of learning
become a re-furnace fire
grappling only essence & value
for the only true knowledge is virtue.

The nature of the fallen man
is one who is ruled by his emotions
controlled by his Mind
slave to his passion
dead to his soul
numb to spiritual enlightenment.

Do not therefore seek a master
but be master of Self,
& flaws will be your willful-slave
like Abraham
you'll be your creators friend.
He created an
Illusion...Which parted him
from his own people
An illusion where one finds himself/herself right in any condition and others wrong in any situation.
Once u will dump ur ego aside ... U will find... The world is more happy, kind and peaceful to u...

Hey everyone, I'm back now... Hope everyone's good!... I was back at HP on 5th of November but only for two days... Cause after then I again got busy in other stuffs... But now I'm fully back here and got a lot to tell, write, share and obviously😅 a lot to read, know and gain. I missed this site a lot and u all too. So, as I'm back here... I'll make sure to interact a lot with most of the writers and poets again like before 😊😊.
 Nov 2021 mal frost
 Nov 2021 mal frost
dark sky
green tea
go to bed
and think of me

soft hair
like plushie fur
skinned knees
full of dirt

hair pins
and winter chill
watching the moon
climb over the hill

i feel safe
when i'm with you
please don't leave
like the others do
 Nov 2021 mal frost
 Nov 2021 mal frost
When the music note hits
and the rhythm dives you deep
light begins to fade
falling gracefully at ease
down into the ocean void
I rest in peace
Down into the big blue I go ♡
Banners billow
And flutter in the breeze.
Loose sleeves, loose leaves,
And friendly bees.
 Oct 2021 mal frost
C. S. Lewis
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
And be alone, hush'd mortal, in the sacred night,
-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up,
Faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
By dirt and by the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
To weariness' and pardon's watery element.
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
Soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
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