#gate
Forlorn and forgotten, our mast shattered and rotten,
Victims of Spiritual SIDS, we are the GATE kids.
The path slathered with weeds from their dastardly deeds,
Growth was cut short while most were but seeds,
Minds clearly forsaken, whilst innocence taken,
Kidnapped and shaken, we are the GATE kids.
Shrouded mystique, curiosity piqued,
While outcome is bleak and our bodies left weak,
Those entrusted to teach us were venomous wraiths,
Concealing their malice through suits and a smile,
Parents oblivious all the while, we are the GATE kids.
Adrift are the children whose mirth has set sail,
Eons ago, sadness swept through the veil,
Settling in bones, piercing through hearts,
The darkness has leapt onto each new start,
Torn asunder is intellectual wonder,
Doubt creasing the brow as we bask in our sins,
We are the GATE kids.
A breeze licked your face from the doors slammed shut,
Qualifications are worthless to gatekeeper schmucks,
They've received the memo; your career has been demoed,
Stalkers abound, there's lookers around,
They pantomime actions and siren the sound,
Perhaps we are crazy, perhaps we are not,
Could all that we've done in this life be for nought?
Gaslit to the hilt, paranoia full tilt,
Tender egos shall wilt; we are the GATE kids.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 7:19 PM UTC
I still remember the harness‘s cold hug,
And how the rope felt in my hands.
I still remember the sound of her voice ,
And the way it was in my mind.
I still remember the dust in my shoes
And the way my throat was cracking.
I remember drowning as the golden gate
Swallowed us whole.
I remember the clouds,
The birds,
The way your hand fit in mine.
I remember gasping for air
And feeling guilty for taking it.
If I were to ask you what you remember
You‘d blink and say
„The way your eyes were filled with fear,
And the trembling of your hands“
But I remember her leaving.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
Sisters speaking in the morning
silent falling rain
singing doves
the past is a locked gate
told back to your dreams
in ancient ivy
a second life folded inside the first
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 1:38 PM UTC
a severed branch in smooth moonlight
adorned above an open gate—
does it lead out or in?
does kindness wait beyond the blind corner,
or something severe
lurking in silence
to devour your life?
something wild with eyes for the dark calls through the night.
an inkling that this night may be your last,
and you’ve already forgotten
the gentle light of the rising sun.
death teases the truth behind the illusion
but never gives up the ghost.
maybe not tonight, but someday—
it will come,
as unavoidable
as the waterfall is to the river.
but you are not the river.
you are the sky, my friend—
vast and open.
do not mistake yourself for your life,
which is but a reflection
on the river, briefly.
let it fall away, as all things must,
over the edge,
into the unknown,
into the mist.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 7:01 AM UTC
I know the face of God
I have that faith beyond my sight
I know my fellow pilgrims
I have this comfort of common doubts.
I doubt my church at its lychgate
I bear these beliefs in its shade.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
While walking through a warm afternoon
that suddenly turned from bright to dim,
with blazing clouds that began to loom
and shadows grew deeper and light was thin:
My way ahead was unexpectedly barred
by an iron gate, its lock snapped shut.
It’s topped by spikes well made to ward
off hurdlers, sharpened, made to deeply cut.
Past the gatehouse, a tunnel, a fallen shelter
from the rapidly coming hard rainfall
that once was sung about by a jester
in time with a tambourine, as I recall.
It leads to a light that’s still ablaze
where sunbeams’ sheen still sparkles bright,
beckoning us all to pass this gate
that looks at first glance a menacing might.
To stay before this wrought iron fence,
its spikes tipped with red poison that drips
into the soil that’s in cracked distress?
I won’t just wait here in the dawning eclipse.
No lock is unpickable, no wall too high
for those with the will to reach new skies.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
A flowering shrub
at the monastery gate:
butterflies greet me.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
The gate has no bell,
no one opens when I knock --
It comes down to me.
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
I set myself a reminder
For all the times that I err
So that I may always remember
That I am but a prisoner
Delusions are my prison cell
And questions are the key
Yet the gates seem endless
On the corridor to reality.
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 10:46 PM UTC
~ lover poet friend~
~~~~
Do with us as you please
CONSPIRING UNIVERSE
~RD for angel K~
You aligned us but we the lovers turn the keys to accept or decline even our frantic tantric joy where we rhyme.
For too long I shot my doors fearing flinching distance will have the last laugh.
~~~~
then came my love RD
and I can touch Raj places
no one can and he
Mine that much more.
I am over being out of time
Not taking more blows
I exude security confidence power value my yes and nos are good I am myself
If you must to her go who
waits for her younger half
green needing wear, Go.
And you keep your love and Angel K me on hold;?
I rather keep your sword
And Z dagger in hearts orb.
~~~
The cosmos needs nothing
Why should I? I showed you how my journey can prosper us both and our family!
not you and ur other Z.
~~~~
We mirrored each other searching for long lost lovers yet all you see is distance.
And your Z.
There are so many songs to play many lovely little things to live for yours and mine.
Remember make up your mind for our gates to open up your tiny window z must close-respect my freedom of speech.
My love and feelings matter
Yours matter more to me.
We are at crossroads
I've been here before
~~~~
Dignity whispers
I am disciplined in the art of love and boundaries.
I ain't door mat for lovers rainny days.
~~
By Karijinbba.
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
And the knowledge of the hedgerow plant, I found embedded in leaf veins ... like in mine, etched along blue lines of a notebook. In the ripples on the remnants of water that pooled, before the mudflats claimed them are the striations of ol'butot near Naivasha. His stories tell of caves, a gleaming obsidian of a pre historic introspection. Do forty day fasts suffice to exorcise the springs of sulphur or the forced baptism of a flash flood washing six souls to Hades ? The sun glinted at me through a narrowness of fate, a gorge of interminable seconds and I marvelled at the strata of time in a warp, for it blurted out a moan.
Love spoke in nuanced layers of molten flow that crawled to stillness. Can I not say that stone speaks? A couple of hundred years back in time, self titled discoverers had seen land that had not been unseen by the thousands who lived for thousands until then. So yes, the strata spoke to me, like the striations in the leaves and the lines that were everywhere telling stories of interminable seconds. Time grooves like a death valley in an engraving, etched like a memory of that which has never been, ripples on sand, circles on water,
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
At night, against the pulsing embryonic black which could
Squeeze any number of untold horrors from it’s voided heft,
There sits a door; bright searchlights unmoving, having forever
Ago found and revealed the menacing target of their feverish hunt.
The lights, beacons of vision and revelation stay still,
Afraid to ever lift their gaze from the door.
The door; a crimson sentinel of conformity’s’ demands. A gate
To a finite space of infinite secluded terrors. It’s mocking facade,
Not the true foundation of the haunting visage, but it’s chosen
Illumination against the choking nothingness around it.
There is nothing else but it, and if the lights lose
Their oppressive gleaming, there will be nothing.
Would it not be better for the deep to win the ever waging war
Against our struggles to find hints of sight and recognition?
If the door were to vanish from the othering out there,
then it would be impossible to not turn inward. A forced reflection,
a mirror that’s presence is known, existence felt, but is unseen,
only available when the absence is absolute.
Nonplussed, the bastion remains, a gravity well pulsing
In and out the night, as if the darkness centered around
Maintaining the illusion of safety from knowing ourselves.
Do not be afraid, you will not be forsaken or alone with anything
Other than the beating of your quickened pulse, the edges
Of your vision shrinking until all that you are
Is mirrored in that crimson sentinel.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC
We've locked ourselves
in rooms of steel
created safe places
designed like prison cells
everyone says there is no way
to escape
without someone to call out our name
and no way to be free
without a light to guide us through the maze
But it will always have to be our feet
that takes us through this hell
And our own eyes
that will lead us well
Relying on others to help you is wrong
a delusion taught to you
through poems, stories, and songs
It will only be you and your willingness to heal
But that does not mean you have to walk alone
to break down all your seals
Stop this searching for that 'one true love'
the more you look
the further your real goals will become
to truly love another
is to forgive and mend yourself
because resenting your actions
only hurts everyone else
you do not love if you hurt and hate
it will only be your hands
that opens your heart's gate.
True love takes work
true love takes time
it only comes across your heart
when you work hard to be of sound mind
But what would I know?
I'm only sixteen
what experience would I have gone through
to really know what that love means?
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
O silver and black knight of the forest,
what goal have you taken up for the castle?
"I seek to slay with my beauty only..."
"Slay those cries and moans from lonely damsels."
"What business does an evil eye have in the land
of purity and repose?"
"I have many good deeds fine guardian."
"Then enter secure, but let no evil in, or you will be cast
out."
....
"You have no business here until your
wicked deeds are paid for, get out!"
"Hey, that's okay," a fair damsel
allows me to part from my solitude.
Put on the sandy veil of partnership, for the spirit has
reached into the divine female and divine male.
Let those chakras make a transpersonal point,
but sacral business is all I see.
Maidens forever young.
It seems an eunich has breached our display.
But are we allowed back into the land of purity and repose?
It seems the true goal of a babe's heart
at the lap of his mother has entered the lair.
Now is the fair damsel taken to the merciless judge.
Now is a beautiful friend, waiting all this
time, to exchange a breeze
of heartfelt love.
****** purity is sought after, yet
there is no place to hide a ****
Light no longer is transferred from the 8th dimension.
The male/female chakras above the crown open up again
for sacral play.
The sattvic essence remains,
and I am held dearly at this party.
The children outlast me during the night.
I enter through a circular gate of pastel crystal petals
into a deck of superstrength beings
of all colors.
A female face is grafted to mine.
She puts on silver and black armor
and the walls are crimson.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
I will ever wait for you by the gate...
Just to see you returning home to my arms...
And even if the ravages of time... Leaves the gate creaky and rusted...
My love for you will ever remain untouched, unrusted-
Covered in a thousand layers of paint!
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
8/8
Lions gate
Expand so great
Feel you fate
8/8
Feet alate
**********
Move, create
8/8
Conquer hate
Dance gyrate
Celebrate
8/8
lift your weight
Peaceful state
Love checkmate
8/8
Find soul mate
Take life bait
graceful gait
8/8 l
8/8heart inflate
light spate
forgiveness trait
8/8 meditate
feel first rate
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
Deception sought to beckon in the shadows,
But the wind carried the gentle lips of Wisdom,
Whispering;
“...only fools believe in the trickery of darkness.”
Such a fragile bridge
From dusk to dawn today
Its moorings & way too narrow,
The fingers of the heart
clinging to deceit.
Set the dew of diligence at the gate
Like the flaming sword of Eden!
Forbidding fear ingress, but
Thoroughfare to the Comely Trio;
Righteousness, Peace & Joy!
Permit the Spirit of His Kingdom
Wholly reign within.
© Qwey.ku
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC
Her darkness sunk beneath my skin,
took my eyelids and kissed them.
Told my heart in shaky whispers that it was to black,
time to open up the gates, but I.
Keep the gates closed.
Keep the gates closed.
Keep the gates closed.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
were opened to
**** human beings:
22 murders in 2019 of Black/Trans Woman:
https://mshmemphis.org
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
This comes to more than what I post
The life I lived and the moments I lost
In bringing the dreams together
All my wishes flew like butterfly
Birds shedding their feather
I leave each hope behind
Now I just live and breathe in unrest
Because I have got no conquest
Now all I do is wait
Wait to see what is stored in my fate
To turn my life around.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
Prejudice
the strongest chain
secures the gate
Knowing the future
not based on the past
Prejudice dissolve
chain broken
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Maybe baby
we'll drive out too the coast
perhaps we'll lapse in memory
giving up our last, the ghost
perchance we'll dance
as we never have, before
live and love forever
who could ask, for more?
it might be a happenstance
an incredible twist, of fate
we could start, here and now
it's never overdue
or ever, much too
late
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC
plain written words
bloom within the readers mind
gate into their souls
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
i sent a postcard today
it must’ve not made it
past the clouds
and to the golden gate
where you await
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC