#efflorescence
They say /
Love can heal /
& that time mends all wounds. /
Even so, the pain still lingers: /
The sting of mortality, /
The chains & shackles of a martyred past, /
Unrequited love. /
These all besmirch /
The light of a heart /
That once shone, fulminated resplendently; /
Moreover, the residue of my departed juvenescence /
Leaves me in a melancholic haze. /
What I am is disillusioned & /
What I’m not is where I would like to be. /
The Cimmerian shadows of the past & my regret /
Still cloud my mind /
& leave me singing a discordant melisma /
That reverberates, resonates, echoes through in & throughout. /
Even so, my hope & faith /
Have not been extinguished. /
A remnant, a relic, a vestige of what I once was /
Is where I stand /
I pray that Jah, The Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love /
Can redeem & repurchase me /
From the abyss of my angst & sorrow. /
Jesus Christ is my Lord, King, & savior, /
Now & forevermore, excelsior. /
(—Se’ lah)
12-08-2025
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
The flowers you once planted in the garden of my heart blossomed in the gentle cascade of your love, their vibrant petals reaching toward the light of your presence. Yet now, abandoned by the nurturing hand that gave them life, their leaves grow weary, their vitality fading. Only a few fragile petals remain, trembling on the edge of oblivion, clinging to the memory of a home where they once thrived in radiant efflorescence.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
Why should I surrender to fear? /
Oh, is this frailty I sense in me? /
As I'm budding I envision the aethers /
Embracing me, rapturously, /
I spiral upwards /
Efflorescing, bursting into bloom. /
Why do we tremble at change, /
Yet embrace continuity? /
When do we stop pining & /
Herald equanimity, harmoniously? /
Yin & Yang; of lore I once sang, /
Now triumphalistically I declare His name. /
Freedom reigns /
Truth prevails, /
Justice weighs /
Spirit sustains /
A diaphanous azure flame: /
—I shall ne' er be the same. /
(—Se' lah)
Apr 1, 2023
Apr 1, 2023 at 10:01 AM UTC
When the noise makes sense
and the malediction feels like a blessing;
the hunger turns into a fullness
as the defloration becomes efflorescence.
Only then will I know...
That relinquishment is just another offering,
that falling is just going upward;
the opposite is the way ahead to the straightforward.
Only then will I know,
by the true learning of loving you,
who I am.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC