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What am I aligned
to make of this?
And have I given up on magic
if I don't?

Gentle oracle,
some things
just happen to us.

You aren't alone
despite spirits
not showing the interest
you desire,
but I taste your emptiness.

I desire a control too.

Despair of
silence from the gods.
Demarcate reality
from the hatred and
the odds.
Sometimes we can't find meaning. Sometimes things just happen..
Seth Hollis Jan 1
How can I feel anything but wonder
at the beauty of hearts & minds that inhabit this world
so vividly intertwined, we are all seeking each other
and finding ourselves

remember always,
to never let your love grow cold
but keep a lit fire
for a stray dog, or a man that needs a hand
when we help each other, we help ourselves
but when we help ourselves, we hurt each other
inspired by the youtube series "surviving on the kindness of strangers for 30 days", the episode with daniel, and my own journey, dreams, and desires in this crazy life
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 2024
In the garden of your love, I roam,
A seeker lost, yet never lone.
I search for you, O’ moon so bright,
Hidden in the veil of night.

The wind whispers your name, so sweet,
Through ancient paths where shadows meet,
You hide in places deep and pure,
Yet every trace is my allure.

Like a flame that dances in the dark,
You flicker, tease, and leave a mark—
I chase you, but you slip away,
Like dawn’s first light at break of day.

O’ beloved, what is this game?
Why hide from me, who feels the same?
Are we not one beneath the skin?
In every breath, I seek within.

The rose blooms, but hides its heart,
Yet in its fragrance, I depart—
To follow you through realms untold,
Where love’s pure fire is made of gold.

I run, I search, through every space,
But you, like light, can’t be replaced.
In your hiding, I find my quest,
For only in seeking, we are blessed.

When will you come, O’ soul so near?
I chase your shadow, feel your fear.
But in your flight, I know you yearn,
For I am love, and I return.

O’, let this game of hide and seek,
Reveal the truth, make hearts unique.
For in your hiding, I find me,
And in our love, we are set free.

So come, my love, and end this night,
Let us unite in the sacred light.
For though you hide and I may seek,
The heart will always find what it speaks.
The Seeker's Quest 28/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Moncrieff Dec 2024
footprints lie; not the first,
    bound to this torrid thirst,
desperate to be quenched,
    though heath and meadow drenched.

knelt; cupping at puddles,
   the clumsy hand muddles,
disturbs the dirt and then,
    tainted water; once again.

full moon appears at night,
    reveals fate in its light,
beg the tides "refresh my cup",
    answered prayer. still looking up.
Khoisan Nov 2024
Another kiss on the cheek
like a bus it hit me
there is a first time
and a last time
for everything
blood lips after skin
with newfangled revenge
from the age of once to heaven
in a space
where winter gathers momentum
a man such as I
seeks a clean slate
for your kissered-become
are colder than pain
at a point far beyond zero
my heart must melt the blizzard
as my Love for you
muster upward
counting the years
your tears
my rain.
Then heaven I shall enter
albeit waiting on you
are solely in vain.
Kewayne Wadley Sep 2024
A hermit crab
In love with his bongo.
Scuffles on with his bongo beat.
Each thump filling the empty space
Around him.
He walks the hot concrete.
In search of something like home.
His shell dragging behind
Weighing him down.
The thump no longer loud enough
To move its tiny body.
The rhythm barely rattling around its
shell.
After a while everything can turn into a drag.
But still, he scuffles on.
He smiles, stopping to take a break
On the grass.
The concrete burning his feet.
His tiny claws scraping across the bongo.
He looks over to his left.
To find an old boot.
Nodding her head, tapping the ground
Following along to the beat.
Although weathered, she too smiled.
Echoing back his loud thuds.
Her sole cracked but full of life.
Life happens in the strangest way sometimes.
Two outcasts alone.
Drumming up stories without a word.
Scuffling on a bongo heart.
Life doesn't have to be a drag all the time.
While HE is
CREEP, CREEP, CREEPIN,
while you are
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEPIN,
HE thought
you didn't know
whom, he was
PEEP, PEEP, PEEPIN!!
Well, you are NOT ASLEEP,
you are WIDE AWAKE.
YOU got to STAY WOKE
just for your OWN SAKE.
He is out there CREEPIN,
while your up here PEEPIN,
Looking HIGH and LOW,
at what He is SEEKING
It doesn't make since,
It's REALLY NOT FAIR,
He all OVER THE PLACE
CREEPIN EVERYWHERE!!!
He is PLOTTING and SCHEMING
While you are up in your FEELINGS.
Your poor TATTERED SOUL,
needs some much
NEEDED HEALING!!!
Your insides messed up,
from the FLOOR to the CEILING!!!
But, that's ALRIGHT,
YOU will be okay.
As the saying goes
KARMA IS ON THE WAY!!!!


B.R.
Date: 07/10/2023
in this flesh,
at its rawness,
inside these skins
and bones, all that I seek
and ever thirst for,
is peace.
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