#conquered
~The words of Leonard COHEN~
“Poetry comes from a place that no one commands
and no one conquers.”
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there are so so many reasons for
gratitude;
~
for gratitude in these cluttered lives
and times when living is
most confusing,
and sorting right from wrong
somehow changes daily,
and even the most moral of absolutes,
seem so easy twisted and upended
by scoundrels and miscreants
~
enumeration is pointless
for there is no limit to the
words required to redeem
all of gratitude’s aspected beauty
~
but I am grateful
for the sparkling sparking
that ignites my chest
when my eyes imbibe
a truth expressed
in loveliness and its qualities of
empowering,
so undressed yet, so emperor elegant in
its succinct, espirited~essentiality,
it is
sancrosant
~
instant recognition
of the pressing, pressuring need
to grab hold of its entirety,
embrace it with caresses,
to embellish it with tributaries
of tribute,
to grasp its intuitive lyrical
absoluteness
to bring it to your lips
for sounding out loud,
to ensure the surety
of the atmosphere
knowing, telling it is:
beloved
You, Poet,
understood exactly what Cohen’s words meant,
intuitive, no explication, analysis necessitated,
asking you
to just love words that you command temporarily,
however brief,
for you own them but for instant,
and once unencrypted,
they belong
to the unconquerable wild world of
everyone
~!~
this poem came and went in a a few minute moments of unblemished
deep breathing
3:00pm
Thursday April 30
2026
New York City
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*Sacrosanct,
an adjective describing a rule, tradition, person, considered too important, sacred, valuable to be changed, questioned, violated…implies an ultimate inviolability, stemming from a deep, personal respect
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
can there be a one
conqueror of time knowing
i do not think so
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 4:58 PM UTC
the conquered waits
chooses time and place
to bite the hand
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
c utting
o pen wounds
n umbing
q uickly
u ltimately
e nding the
r espiratory system
e levating the chances of
d eath
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
Soaked from the Storm
Tears blending with the pouring rain
Grasping sand from the broken hourglass
Putting back scattered pieces
Shards of glass creating cuts on your hand making it bleed and feeling a sting
But God didn't send the rain without the mellifluous sound on the background
We shall learn how to dance in the rain
To wash away the blood stain and the pain
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
You conquered my heart,
own and keep it.
But I never wanted to be
kept,
I never wanted to be
conquered
All I wanted is to be
love.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
Sometimes mountains can be put up to make our lives harder.
Sometimes it may feel like you only have a pick-axe to get through.
Some mountains though, are made to be conquered.
You have the heart of a warrior and can't be stopped.
There is a light so great in you, that however strong the darkness gets, you will always shine in the dark like the moonlight.
That fire in you will never burn out.
You've made it this far and keep getting stronger.
There will only ever be one person like you.
Don't ever be afraid to be yourself.
The road to happiness, starts with being happy in yourself.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
Delilah knew the cuts
that laid poor Samson low
some may have called her ****
Samson, didn't want to know
Cleopatra tied Marc Antony
to her cause and needs
echoing through history
a dastardly, misdeed
Juliet treasured Romeo
as Capulet to Montague
dying in utter tragedy
confused, and misconstrued
Across the sands of time
burning like everclear
ponderings of wondering minds
of lust and love, that has no peer
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
I have a fear, an irrational one.
But it glows in me deeper than the sun.
A fear of looking in to a mirror
I'm afraid I am a sinner.
Why mirrors? I have been asked,
I believe they have been sinisterly tasked.
When I look into one and I stare back,
I ask myself sharp as a tack.
One question I really dread,
But for far too long has been said.
"With all the life that you had,
All the times happy and sad.
After all the things you had to take and give,
My friend did you really live."
I'm have always been afraid answering that,
My voice refuses to be flat.
What have I really done?
Have I really come undone?
A rat race that I voluntarily stepped into,
A fallacy that was committed unto
Myself, I really wanted to be offbeat,
But instead here I am taking the heat.
But then I think about the happy times,
When I sat around and made stupid rhymes.
I loved a girl and was loved in return,
For all of that my life sweetened.
I made friends I made people smile.
Even if it was for a while.
I had fun , I grew a lot,
Not just in age but mind and thought.
So maybe my fear is dwindling how,
Perhaps I am not afraid to face mirrors now.
For the next time my reflection stares back,
I can answer myself sharp as a tack.
"With all my life that I had,
All the times happy and sad.
After all that things I had to take and give,
My friend I did....I did really live"
-Vagabond
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
By following the light,
You will break yourself.
You will be punched and pushed,
And stretched to lengths
you never thought you could venture.
But you will survive.
The light saves you from that decaying part of you that would be your demise.
It heals you and makes you whole.
By destroying you,
and putting you back together.
***Tighter.
Stronger.***
--
*A new day,
A new person.*
You rise from the fire;
The flames lick your skin.
They feel warm,
And you feel rejuvenated.
You are reborn from fire, from the light,
And light you become.
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The darkness is repelled by your presence;
You have broken free of your deficiencies.
By conquering your demons,
You have proved yourself above the dark.
The blackness is trapped beneath your feet,
It can never control you again...
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC