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bucketb0t Nov 24
Honoring Buckethead Halloween
romaniac bucketb0t love

De la asta am plecat,
De aceea am continuat
Fără sa am vreo așteptare
De faptul ca am fost invitat,
De unde doar am menționat

Jason and Nick, Faustian Echoes dialogues my thoughts in regards to ours, lips my feelings.

"They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."

In eggphrastic way, I end and say
The sun gets its own shadow under Buckethead's light.
My poem to I Hate Music podcast after inviting me to talk about my muse Buckethead, hosted by Agalloch's Jason Walton and Nick Wusz. Link:
https://youtu.be/g6N0hqpwDkc?si=91Uqoo3eQXLTfc-T
Aren Elvan Nov 20
Beneath the twilight’s tender glow,
A melody drifts where soft winds go.
Once vibrant notes, now whispers low,
Of times and dreams from long ago.

A fleeting strain, a lover’s sigh,
A waltz beneath a starry sky.
Its rhythm danced through hearts so near,
Now fades to shadows we barely hear.

The keys once struck with fervent grace,
Now linger, lost, in time’s embrace.
Yet in the stillness, faint and true,
The echoes hum their mournful cue.

Oh, song of yore, where do you lie?
In whispers soft, or the weeping sky?
Perhaps within a heart’s deep sea,
Still blooms your haunting melody.

Though time may dull and mem’ries wane,
Your tune forever will remain—
An echo laced with joy and pain,
A song that sings of love’s refrain.
This poem captures the bittersweet essence of a melody that lingers in the depths of memory. It speaks to the beauty of moments long past, the joy and sorrow intertwined in the echoes of love and time. Let it remind us that even as the years fade, the songs of our hearts endure, resonating softly in the quiet corners of our souls.
Ayesha Zaki Sep 25
Memories are what we would call
the ephemeral hues
on the canvas of time,

the intricate outlines
of painstaking work
seeming a blur from the distance;

all blending into the faded echoes
of our past regrets.
Could a canvas really be blank but so striking at the same time?
Amelie Sep 13
It's the magic of glances, the sincere touch,  
the fire that burns, true love.
For these reasons, and a thousand more that I have,  
I love you without measure, without pause, without time.  

He knows how to listen, he's a shining beacon,  
In seas of doubts, your love is constant.
He embraces me in my falls, he lifts me up in my flight,  
He is my companion, my horizon, my longing.  

His laughter, his being, his simple surrender,  
make my life a marvel.  
For every moment, for every emotion,  
I love my boyfriend, without condition.  

He's a soul mate, a deep bond,  
His life is my journey, his chest my world.
Laughter and walks, shared dreams,
Silences that speak, moments lost.

Her love is a river that flows unhurriedly,  
An eternal journey to joy.
At every dawn I wake up grateful  
For having such a dear soul by my side.  
I love my boyfriend, and with all my strength,  
I give him my love, in an immense way.
Danica Apr 10
As bitter brew meets parted lips, do tears accompany my sips?
In shadows cast by memories, do cries echo through the eclipse?

With every whispered plea for closure, does anguish tighten its grip?
Why did you choose her over us, leaving love's vessel to slowly rip?

In this café of shattered dreams, do my heart's cries reach your ears?
Or are they lost in the cacophony of our unspoken fears?

As bitter brew meets parted lips, do you taste the salt of my tears?
Or have you moved on, leaving me to drown in love's endless spheres?
yet they still carry the echoes of their love, forever intertwined with the bittersweet memories of what once was
Man Dec 2023
Can you call?

When voices are lost,
And nothing but silence echoes

Truly, it is too much-
To love with your all, it takes a cost
At the expense of yourself, you let go

Rear cheek,
And rob the moment of any frost,
Recompense, in word and not wound

What a world it could be,
If we weren't so self consumed.
In the dawn's embrace,
A weary soul seeks solace
In fading stars and a silent sky.
Where shadows dance in solemn waltz,

Echoes linger of dreams erased,
Life's fragile thread unravels, faults.
The weight of the world, a heavy shroud,
Lifted in a poignant plea, one last sigh.

That last breeze,
A final goodbye

A light that beckons,
The chance to be free.
Mark Wanless Oct 2023
the sky was blue the clouds were grey
   the sun shone now and then
she came to me from far away
   her name was Adolen

Adolen oh Adolen you tore my world
   in two
never seen a woman since with
   heart as sad as you

we travelled on to here and there
   and walked a grassy field
we wondered and we wandered near
   an edge that did not yield

the echoes of the fallen down
   controled our glassy stare
you lept into the near beyond
   i did not follow there

Adolen oh Adolen you tore my world
   in two
never loved a girl so much that
   was as sad as you
Mark Wanless Aug 2023
drunkeness echoes
soft air breathed in again
and i want nothing
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