Some things were never meant to close.

Not because we broke them,
but because they were built to spill
onto the right hands,
in the right season,
under silence dense enough
to hold meaning
without explanation.

Yes... I saw them.
But not with eyes that read.
I felt them through the parts of me
that still pulse in pre-verbal frequencies
where memory and prophecy blur,
and recognition arrives before language.

Some fragments don’t echo metaphor.
They move like déjà vu
from a life I haven’t lived yet
but already long for.
I trace before I know.
Resonate before it trembles.

It’s rarely “just enough”
but I’ve learned how to pour gravity
around overflow.
If I’m shaped this way
it’s because I’ve held residue before,
carried fever home like a relic.
Not a curse.
Just a heat that hums my spine into wanting.

Still, I choose to enter.
Still, I choose to stay.
Still, I choose to pray:
not to perform,
but to invoke.

When I said I attract the broken,
I wasn’t lying.
It was only half the truth.
Because they attract me too.
I know the difference
between what needs repair
and what only asks to be seen,
without flinching, without fixing.
So no, I won’t call it metaphor.
I know the feel of an unsealed jar.
I know the cost of leaving the lid off,
on purpose.

Maybe I’m not a collector.
Maybe I’m the collection
a body of fragments,
stitched by the ones I’ve dared to reflect.
Reflections don’t always shine.
Some of them vibrate only in silence,
in resilience,
in rooms
where no catalog has yet been written.

But I’ll know what to call it
when it starts to breathe.

DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)

I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited

Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots

I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice

Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White

How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes

Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes

You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain

Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales

I bow to You
As I hood !


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2022

warm sun sweet liquid
dark moist hole bristles soft sand
wonder exquisite
                            
                         *      
                                  *
                        SUN    
                             \/
                          sweet
                             ||
                       D  ARK        Q  QQ ||| b r i St  Les                      
                    s
                           o
                                f
                                    t
                                         sand ::::::sandcastles:::::::::holes OOO:::birth
                                                                 ing
ALICE

She basked in warm mid-morning sun drinking rooibos tea with almond biscuits. Her dollies speaking dolly lingo to marching ants. An indigo beam of sunlight rayed into her forehead, delivering jolts to her ladybird reverie.

Instantly Alice saw it. A tiny dark gasping hole in the flaking courtyard wall through which a caterpillar was  c r a w l i n g, beckoning her to
f o l l o w.
“Come,” he said, “with me, through MY intricate hole. I want to show YOU wonders beyond wOnders.”
eyes to eyes magnetised
a curious movement                             SSSSSSS
body lost legs, arms, neck                       SSSSS
brain smoking shrinking                              SSS
ears disappearing                                          S                
ribs increasing                                              

                      she felt an ***** growing
                      on the roof of her mouth
                      transmutation into worm or
                      serpent
                      how was she to know ?
        
                                                          
Her dollies started whimpering, ants stopped in their tracks, wall flaked some more
shedding skin
ALICE with two silky plaits, red ribboned tied
GONE to the
                     BE
                          YOND •••>>>  where no pond rip
                                                                       pled

black moist silently inward
sumptuous costume velvet
lime glitter embellished
crawling  s l o w l y, sleekly
spine tingling steel pins
rapidly acquiring density
            s e r p en t i n e  sword
            struck swiftly
            penetratingly  

Alice feared losing her
squirm worm
already her mind was
  L
           O
                S
                    T    

w i t h o u t  thistle  f i e l d s
or jellybeans or colour-in books
lego nowhere = ego shat
                                         te red

“Feel,” he said. “You can’t talk here, only feel.” She felt liquid through her veins, diluted warm honey, sensing bronzed bristles along the wormhole wall. Justice or Judgement eyes watched intently, though nobody touched.

             Her forked tongue grew longer
                  licked sides of damp musky hole
                      elongated, she was whole  

dead     alive     SAFE  opened  merging
slithering deep into belly of volcanic Earth
                  YET….slashed  slimy
s a i l i n g  sand  muddy   SACRED
worms and serpents crawling beside
behind, ahead ~
all heading in  O N E
direction________where to ?

“This is a pilgrimage,” her new friend remarked.  
Where     t   o   x2x2 ?
thoughts quietly rattled wormy counterpart  ~
“To Lord of Light, awaiting in a leather armchair.”
What must I do there, her thoughts slid along.
“Nothing.”
Then why are you taking me there ?
“To see what NO THING  is.”
How can I see nothing ?     DNA    j     m
                                                          U
                                                                p s
recalibration of
strings and strands ...
                            “Because  NO  T H   IN G  O
      D            is           Everything...”

They slid  a l o n g  > > ~ ~
slightly more haste
pace becoming faster
warm breezes flushed her
trunk. Her intestines becoming
                       an
          
               ~~ !!\\/\/\/\/!!! ~~~!!

EXPLOSIve  ORANGE RIVER
GOLD dust tinged ~   flame-purified
                                   no pebbles no grit no grime

“Feel,” her friend whispered, “we are nearing His g  RAY  sheepskin slippers sprouting WHITE lotuses. He is Nothingness, so don’t be afraid.”
                tingling sensations swept
                   upwards
                       from tail end through heart
                           to centre of her new skull.
Alice panted hot ice
I want to cry, but have no tears, she thought.
“HUSH hush hush ….don’t be afraid.”
Her body stiffened
neck area arched
scales curled   f  a  l  l
                                          i
                                             n
                                                   g            

webby rose petals faded
through floorless floor

NOTHINGNESS  and  EVERYTHING
flashed   L U M I N O S I T Y   n  a  k  e  d

A   Li  ce     died   * ¥ ¥¥**  an   e c s t a t i c
                                     D
                                          E
                                             A
                                                 T
                                                    H _


Alice Wanda Adam  ~  1.1.202O  — 1.8.2025


@never.never.land
                  she frolicked with
                  Rip van Winkle
                     who fed her TIME and leechies
                        skipped alongside Goldilocks
who offered hot cinnamon porridge and
a silver spoon engraved ~ AWA ~


What is her name ? asked the midwife
                       “A  L  I  C  E”   replied her Mom              
“Oooo, Sweets, she’s a  WONDERLAND ” a baritone voice chimed, stroking vernix ears.

mohair crochet bootied
Alice ****** HOT
mother’s milk
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                          r
                            i
                              p
                                p
                                   i
                                      n
                                          g



©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025

GO !  BELOVED MAN ~ go  c r e a t e

         YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
see these children in my embracing protection
I will send them when you are ready
        we all float flying together confidently
but now you must   L  E  A  V E, descend

our forefingers are disengaging, a pattern paternal, forever humanity will remember
this gesture, TWO IN ONE, a HOLDING
and LETTING go, sign of
                GRACEFUL DIVINE INSTRUCTION

I birth your progeny, birthing  ALL WORLDS
    this teen your son says : “BE not afraid”
               he becomes angry
as you lounge hesitant, question or plead
he is impatient to elevate what you will manifest
   but wait he must ~ ONLY I control TIME

                           I   s  t  r e  t  c  h  Y O U,  SON
I   O P E N  S K Y  in the eternal Now
     immersing myself in my creations
then letting them GO
           this   is    NO  FALL call it  ART ~ MY COMMAND FOR YOU IS  RISE then  F ~ L~ Y                                    
                  You are my CHOSEN
EYES to eyes
             THE TIME IS NOW
              recline no more in cloud beauty
endurance is your hallmark

ferocity tangos with LOVE
I will not forsake you  
you will soar on my winds
they will carry your shapely limbs
ready groin will create at my bidding
your elegant strong fingers will caress

Question not MY IMAGE                          
man of man, woman of woman
   curved ears hear, wide nostrils breathe life
Heart pumping into infinity
food will flow from hair to toe tip
ACT and RELAX, written into ****** constitution

Forever MICHELANGELO, Sculptor
   humble Genius I saLute you, My own Creation
                            Son of Marbled Art
                                           Yours sincerely, GOD

Luminous, an indefatigable undefinable infinite telenergy

Omnipotent, all encompassing whispering exquisite ephemeralities expertly

Venerably universal, relentlessly boundless consummates

Eternal enduring cosmic creation ~ equates, elates, liberates  

________

Look at them,
building worlds,
imagining realities.

See adventures,
through their eyes,
finding immortality.

All the little poets,
word for word,
page for page, they hop.

Like many little gods,
dreaming with no stops.

Sugar Seventeen. Days that are so bright.
Life of rose, in sweet river, tasting like beet.
******* better than adult's freedom; Pain, so sweet.
Free from hustle and bustle, time of light.
But your light is for a while, then fade like night.
You are just a sweet dream. We wake to meet
With the truth, after we've had your moment so sweet.
You fade as time rides close on his bike with might.
Since you are a dream, Let us not be loser,
Like those who cry, "Had I known?"
Let's have good time as soon as possible.
Forget the morrow, jolly, 'cause time's bike draws closer.
With my pen and note, I will note my sweet moment now.
That on the morrow, my youth will be memorable.