#heavenhell
Why are there people dreaming
of hell, a formless world
with leafless trees, beastly
people, thirsty victims
theatres where the murders are real
and of slogans written in blood?
Why do they fantasise like this
about a better life
about a new beginning?
Why are there people dreaming
of freedom, equality, fraternity
without prelates and politicians?
Why don't they sing
the song of humanity
Why
do they numb themselves
to explode
their pettiness?
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC
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A gloomy feeling accompanies the rain.
harvest season sometimes reaps none,
the sun is weary, it rushes to descend
humid air wanes as darkness spreads.
sparrows and yellow warblers retreat
how do they stay dry in their nests?
newly-woken bats emerge at sunset
amidst the rain...they try their best.
in the waning light, trees start to play,
their shadows graciously sway,
they dance by the firewall
telling their stories by nightfall.
through a worsening weather
sounds, loud and clear,
the roaring thunder
July's long sunset showers
pour, to cool the dimming atmosphere.
then, darkness claims all the glow.
thunder, lightning, the heavy downpour,
and the warm shelter of our home
are like heaven and hell,
situated side by side.
monsoon season has come without delay
the mischievous puppies dare play
under July's cold pouring rain,
their eyes invite me...but in vain.
sally b
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 4, 2021
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
Master, master, master of Fire,
Bring me luck, bring me freshness
Bring me strength .
Bring me freshness
Bring me strength
Bring me desire...
The wheel to fire!
You left me here
You walked away
You betrayed me
You ****** me away!...
Master, master, master of None,
A ghost from the past...
Ghost, ghost ghost... Ha, ha, ha...
My life is your desire!
Your desire is Fire.
Mine is Water!
I came here to bring
some warm sand,
cold tea, cigarettes,
bad coffee but,
my Dear Enemy?! ...
" What' s your Desire?"
You left me here,
You walked away!
You betrayed me, thee ...
BUT!
My Dearest Enemy,
Have you no more legs to walk,
Hands to "TALK"?
Because,
You're a ghost...
So,
If this is a SUPREME WORLD
then why CANNOT I find REASON
on this COLD SEASON.
Awake me !
Shake me!
Stimulate me
but PLEASE
don't hate me!
I cannot LEAVE
this LIFE anymore
So,
If you jump,
I jump!
If you become bird,
I'll learn to fly too!
And if you die...
I'll become a GHOST!
Forgiven,
Not Forgotten,
Au revoir
Dovidjenja
Buon viaggio!
With love
Irena Adler
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
are always a journey,
hours can move so slow, or pass by quickly
somehow, we think of good times and bad times
back to our innocent days........and stubborn ways...
late hours could bring out perfect landscapes,
or, chilling moonscapes, from a fecund mind
every corner, every moment, every gust of wind
every act...becomes an incipient inspiration,
then come verses on existence and experiences,
our awakenings.....impressions on love's essence,
newfound feelings...we write about God's presence,
we question concepts on life here on earth, and
life thereafter.....wondering, if Heaven, or hell
occurs right here on earth, in our midst, or deep within
ourselves...or, maybe, in another sphere...different...
my folks often told us then, maybe as a deterrent,
"Heaven and hell, are places....for consequences
of our earthly actions...they're afterlife occurences..."
Sally
Copyright November 18, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
You hover in the space between heaven and hell praying that if there’s a god he lets you in.
And your vain attempt at kissing darkness only gets you through this life with one foot in reality and the other foot in your grave.
Darkness doesn’t promise anything except blurred edges and escaped time and there comes a point when pity doesn’t look pretty, even on you.
So hold yourself to esteem higher than the lords, and pray that your ego will be the death of you.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC