#unborn
There will certainly be
A great many of them
Far readier than I’ll ever be
O blessed unborn one
Yet endowed with inexistence
To whom mercy shall slip from
And re-emerge in its awakening
Beings past or below my shrinking age
A great many among them
Whom I once did or shan’t collide
Beyond the captured scope of mutual days
To relate to you what high events
Unrolled before our common eyes
Folks granted with the privilege
Promoted to the status of witnesses
Historians, athletes and prophets
By themselves and their narratives
I let them unroll their good accounts
Forfeit their tales of what must be bound
To mould your unsuspecting
Circumspect mind and
Save you from sensing
Delicately sensing
Voices that once knew more
Than in haste speak
Than with haste carry
Daringly could the silence hear
Untangle the mumbling tango
Of the vociferous crystal parade
My darling unborn one
The tortuous path out of the forgings
Of reason almighty, the ventricular beast
Played and echoed in loops and on repeat
No, you shan’t feast on their hymns
Yours is meant for the engineering of belief
In something further, of glory,
Far more, furthermore,
Something extraordinary
Than the days of days
And the knowns of knowns
And to lodge firmly out of the stillness
That’s woven in the heart of your chanting storm
And in the precipice of the forecast
May you never come to designate
But the space between the notes
So that when it comes not to ever pass
We shall rejoice in the untold absence
That binds us as if pierced by an arrow
While we ask about the bow
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 6:26 PM UTC
I bet your eyes glitter like the ocean floor during sunsets
His eyes were like pink skies.
You might smile and laugh in a way that would bring life to the room full of sad hearts,
He was the life of every party
and to mine.
I'm sorry if I didn't get the chance to show you how he makes coffee at four in the afternoon, listening to songs of screaming pain and longing.
I'm sorry if you didn't get to hear how he sings his heart out and teaches me how to make barbeque in the middle of the night.
I'm sorry if you haven't got the chance to smell our favorite shirt, I was planning to keep it unwashed until you're here,
so in a way, you know what his hugs smell like.
I'm sorry if you didn't even see the same moon we loved.
You held on so tightly and I know it was hard, it was for me, too.
But I know, you lay in the bed of clouds softer than the cheap mattress I got from the department store.
In the next life we have, I'm pretty sure I'll hug you so tight that we'll never be apart anymore, my baby.
Now, you rest easy and wait for mommy.
we might not meet in this lifetime, but surely, I'll never let you go the next time I get to meet you, again.
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 11:49 PM UTC
She came to me with the unborn,
The devil’s look in the baby’s eye.
Small feet & hands all well too torn,
I to grab my own son dead & shy.
What I thought would be a blessing,
Would only begin life misery.
Long ago, I so obsessing,
Waiting for my heir of mystery.
Feeling his beating little heart,
Beat! Beating! No lungs grasping for air.
No more a mother, but a ****
Dead eyes of her evil long lost care.
So, I killed her - life for a life -
Who knew - the prayer of a knife…
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 2:04 PM UTC
"pappa" i call so...as you are to me
Though you are unaware of me
As I"m are inexistent in the universe
Longing to be born as your unique verse ..
"Pappa", the only name I know
For my mumma carries only you
Along with me in her thoughts and dreams!!
I know you are our only world
And final word
with nothing beyond...
Thanks for the little care
You shower upon my mumma
With which she nourishes me.
Though she and me deserve more...
Yet are gratified, contented
Are we!!
Me and mumma love you pappa
And we care for your being good
Love to be born so soon
To grow up with your love and care...
Love you pappa..
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
The world was not prepared to meet me.
My mother listened to soldiering footsteps; not to my inner cries.
Ears were deafened, and hearts were clamped down on.
I was conceived in double darkness; my fingers formed in midnight and stars.
My father ran away without plans of coming back.
My house was shattered inside my mother's womb.
I fell away from earth like wings made of flesh,
Fevered and forgotten.
They sifted through my mother's body and did not find me.
I was nothing but nothing died.
I died in the deaths of many people.
I died in many dyings.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
She painted peace over the wounded mouths twisted with lies, truths unspoken, love never claimed,
She brushed them with the pink of a newborn baby's lips
She painted peace over the hands that held weapons, fingers that had pulled triggers to **** or maul,
She scraped them green as the new shoots from blades of grass reborn in the Spring
She painted peace in the hearts of those women and men who held broken pieces filled with sadness, scarred with inner rage
She colored them red of the rose in full scent and full bloom
She painted peace on the eyes and bodies of children stripped away from their life force, their source of mother
She traced them the purest blue found in the color of water at dawn's first light
She painted peace in families torn and broken
She swept them with all the colors of the rainbow appearing just after the rain, when the light shines through with hope
She painted peace in the indigenous souls torn from their culture and land
She circled them the color of the green flash-
the flicker of pure green born after the sunsets, existing only for a second
She painted peace in the unborn and the born whose differences bring challenges to them and their families
She skimmed them with lavender fields blooming in the swirling winds, with the sounds of the bees buzzing in joy and abundance
She painted peace over the wounds, the carcasses of animals fallen in a frenzy of human greed and misunderstanding
She whisked them golden as the sun rising in its glory to begin a new day
She painted peace over the ghosts of the forests and their inhabitants
She rolled them the brightest yellow of the night sky--the first star rising-guiding us though the whispers of time steering us in the darkness
She painted peace in the waters, the rivers and oceans who were littered with the makings of man
She glided them silver to reflect the light that is always around
She painted peace on the earth and women--places torn open and stripped, laying barren, vulnerable.
She covered them the rich colors of terra cotta- freshly made pottery from hands who love creation
She painted the air, the unfiltered air, clogged, imbalanced
She flowed it clear, the color of innocence - when we look into the eyes of the newborn, and those just about to pass.
She painted it all,
And when the summer sun melted the colors and subjects, she molded the forms, colors, scent, textures and sounds into the shape of love as eternity.
She sang the sweetest birdsongs into the new day bringing in renewal
She painted peace into all of life.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
Life begins with family in the mist
A gentle hug with a loving kiss
expressions of love not yet reciprocated
A Voice, smell and touch now a reality illuminated
nurtured, educated, maturity, just emotionally evolving
Growth, ambition, learning the strengths of problem solving
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
Every morning my unborn mind awakens
TO smell change in air
TO expand breath
TO ride bronco of light.
It cries to be free from ego
It yearns to move in harmony.
My baby child calls
for source to fill her cup
WITH god’s energy
WITH dreams
WITH my own awakening of self.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Oh how I love you,
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.
Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.
I can't wait
Any longer
To see
Which part of you
Resembles me.
I want you
To be better
In every way baby,
Better than me.
I've seen how
This world can be deceiving.
I want you to trust me,
When I hold you close.
I can't wait
For this world to see you.
When you're ready to take off,
Take my love with your wings.
Oh how I love you
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.
Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
Your life depicted on a grayish film,
With an ivory wand that sees through cells:
Two legs, long for such an age as yours,
Yet thin as winter sticks.
I could not predict that swelling of the heart,
And soul, felt long before other signs,
And even then, your soul hung in the balance,
For two or three heartbeats of mine.
Then it was decided by my lover and me
To keep you with us,
Through pain until, perhaps, eternity.
Now you are grown, surprisingly apt,
Pupil of ourselves and you,
Thinking on your own, you are prone,
To tell me things I never knew.
Your soul fills our world with joy,
Even in the darkest frame of mind,
Your longing songs about the boy
Who loves the girl he left behind
Fill the air with hypnotic ambiance,
Soothing the listener,
Making happiness a trance.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
Flesh and bloods and clattering cries, the fear between my toes soaking.
I stood ajar, no longer felt the pain. It drenched nowhere seen, or perhaps I just forgot how it seemed.
For the world were full of sinners, for preventing you to sin. That was how much I sacrificed.
For I may deliever you from evil, for how much love I've treasured then. I solemnly prayed.
I prayed as you were unborn today.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
I can guess your names,
Cleverly chosen to reflect
This year's popularity.
Names beginning with XYZ.
Some silly ones, by all accounts,
But I'm silly to think my opinion counts.
Though that's of no matter for what you face;
For we've left this place in a sorry state.
Our lame excuse is,
We didn't fare well from our benefactors.
The ethnic mix was already a mess;
And rightly demands fair redress;
Broken promises to those who dreamed,
The indigenous and the migrant streams;
Those in chains, though innocent,
The fairer *** and I'm not sexist,
Has been under the heel of the strong,
Yes, far more fair,
And they've been wronged.
Unique communities of men and women,
Have cracked the doors, blown their horns
And tumbled the walls of garrisons
Through film, print, paint and clay.
Their inclusiveness gives me hope,
That some near not far future day,
We'll all be gathered in one parade.
I've scratched the surface of our inheritence,
And in fifty years of managing the place,
We've left problems til too late;
Some we've worked on,
Some escaped.
We've pointed fingers far too long,
The work we started's never done,
You too will have to pass it on
To the unborn of the human race.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.
Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a strange circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.
Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a storage circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
No thought can grasp this
ocean we enter
in Holy embrace
together.
This Placeless place
echoes a memory,
unseen here, only Love
carried in waves of light.
Fingers soft as petals of Lilly
lifting into infinity, touching gently,
with the delicacy of a Lover
bound by Heart to the Beloved.
In Reverence you reach
to meet the unseen song of no-thing
as the One Heart opens, revealing
fragrance mimicing the fields of Heavens on High.
Sharing the feast of Heart
boundless, awake
waves of intoxicated bliss opening This
as He decends upon, as your lips.
Dancing under moonlight
no eyes can see
delighting in poem
no words can speak.
The ocean sings of Silence
to the ship longing for shore
washing away all sense
of "two", all need for "more".
We, ever becoming
take off on a star heading for Truth
and leave the sleeping and waking
to the dreamers.
The Lover's destiny
is the union Absolute,
following the inevitable, miraculous
disappearance of the universe.
Ocean and waves voyaged in Mind
become worldless Void
You and I,
Boundless, Unborn Love
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
My dear unborn child,
I never want you
To feel excluded
I never want you
To believe you're ugly
Just because you look different
From the other kids
My dear unborn child,
I never want you
To feel emotional pain
I never want you
To be ruthlessly bullied
Or be called a freak
Or a ******
My dear unborn child,
I never want you
To experience heartbreak
I never want you
To fall in love with someone
Who can't love you back
Or treasure your true beauty
My dear unborn child,
I never want you
To develop a mental illness
I never want you
To sink into depression
To the point where
You suffocate
And wish I had left you
Unborn.
My dear unborn child,
I never want you to hurt
I never want you to suffer
I never want you to end up
Like me.
My dear unborn child,
Because I love you
I have decided to spare you
I have decided to grant you
Your unspoken wish
I have decided to leave you
Unborn, forever.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Our parents will become orphans one day -
this is not something you normally choose.
In that moment,
some of them will suddenly find
their inner child,
hopelessly
wondering around life;
others
will permanently lose it
and bury it
alongside their parents.
All of these grown-up children
are wishing more and more,
with every day that passes,
to become grandparents
for OUR unborn children.
We will become orphans one day -
that's something you don't normally choose.
In that moment,
we'll become the first generation
of children that
don't have a past,
nor a future -
we will only live our present,
till the day we die..
Or, at least, that's what our mothers and fathers believe at this point about us.
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWFeUNyfpmM]
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
My mother is my only one
that's enough for me
I wish I was her only one too
The only love I know is all maroon
It wraps around me as I sleep
The sky is her womb
and her voice is my company
I move in water
Shore to shore
Leaping the red sea like a loony bird
I don't know how long
I have been here
Day by day, night by night
It feels like an infinity
I hear your voices
crying out in pain
Strange...
A light peeping through the dark
Disturbing me from my sleep
it's too bright
I wasn't ready for this
But I can't wait to see her
Her eyes
Her nose
Her mouth
My mom
My only one..
I feel a something reaching out to me
I see faces....
Or perhaps things
White, blue and silver
Is all I see
I feel something
Big and sharp
Snatching me out
Away from my home
I thought I'd be happy
I was wrong
That silvery thing cut me open
Limb to limb
Leaving a reddish rope
And burning scars
Pity me my Lord
I dont deserve this
I'm scared
I'm in pain
Now it's all dark
And black all through
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
*
I am life
Unwanted, Unplanned, Unexpected
Or perhaps
a failed expectation.
There are many major reason
to
Why oh Why
I was a mistake
But there is one important reason why I needed to be born?
“I deserved to live”
What is so wrong for me to have what you have?
To breathe what you breathe
To eat what you eat
To experience
life itself.
You may not care for me, but I am sure someone would.
I anticipate the future what is like to live
what is like to have my own choice
now a little too late.
You know maybe someday
There will come a time that mankind
will lose the ability to reproduce,
the signs is already there
you just don’t see it.
Often times man create its own demise.
I wish you just have let me live and then give me away,
That I would understand.
I wish I could be a test-tube baby
Perhaps that I would have a chance
Of entering this god given world.
All are too late now.
I am sheer whisper,
A pleading spirit who wants to be heard
I came out of nothing penned down
in someone’s emptied mind
written in this emptied paper he holds so dear.
I am nothing but just a smeared ink
in this white sheet
laying around
waiting to be understood.
*
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
dear sweet daughter of mine,
know that from the day i lay eyes on you
i promise to love you till my last breath
and after that i will look after you
from the heavens above
dear sweet daughter of mine
know that you will always be protected
not a day will pass when you feel lonely
i will teach you all i know
and all that is mine shall be yours
know that the world is not a good place
but there is always hope
and that it is people like you who will raise hope in the darkest nights
never forget to be kind and honest and humble
never forget that only light drives out darkness
never forget that in your brightest times and in the times when you have no light
i will shine through for you
dear sweet daughter of mine
never for a moment will you be helpless
for i will be your anchor and your guide
you will never be lost
you can always turn to me
you can always lay your head on my shoulder
even when i don't have a house
you will always have a home with me
dear sweet daughter of mine
when you will enter this world,
know that you eternally have
my heart,
my love
& my support
♡
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
mommy loves you unconditionally
even as you soar amongst the clouds
searching for the perfect timing
to come on down
please, forgive my impatience
i just have this undying urge
to have you here
in my arms, clinging to my breast
as i provide you with life
and you provide my breaths
little one, shining so bright
come to me only when you feel it's right
the doctors tell me otherwise
and my womanhood is of questionable might
but i know you are as rightfully my child
just as i am the moon to your night
an infertile mother will forever understand
why so many letters are written to our unborn
with shaken hands
why so many tears have fallen
why you wonder it isn't your calling
to be given a life of other plans
but i know you hear me, little one
and i know you love me too
and i promise to better preserve my body
so that it may be the perfect home for you
until you are ready to bless me with your smile; the uniqueness that is true
everything i do, everything i aim to be,
every dream i work so hard to achieve
i do for you
so please, be slow and easy little one
mommy needs preparation too
just know this,
when you've become tired of waiting;
when you're ready for the world
and you're journey has come to the point of passing through
watch for flashing lights
and smiling faces
and tears of joy
listen for songs of love
because i'll be right there--
for i've been waiting too...
just for you.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
Will the Earth rumble and crack?
Will the tides roll and crash?
Will time stop? Will fire freeze?
Will my heart skip a beat…or three?
Will my face go numb from smiling?
Will wars stop? Will walls come down?
Will the ovation last forever and ever?
Will all this, and more, occur
when I finally meet you?
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC