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Hal Loyd Denton Jan 2012
Escape

Everyone has dreamed of fleeing to a south sea island setting on the beach in the moonlight. The softest glow pervades all, our guarded defenses evaporate as the moon’s power effect not only the tide even our over active human drive slips into neutral. With our mind we become part of the sea breezes unchecked scoundrels of the universe vagabonds who live for living’s sake not the face of an angry clock these stolen moments we won’t surrender catch us if you can but your net will have to be worldwide we clear the break waters we feel the power that freedom alone can announce with arching sling we shoot through the sky not an observer but our own shooting star. Look quickly in the cloud covered mist yes with perfection fitted the wild island nation of Madagascar go back to its beginnings look through times mist see the people of Austronesia arriving on outrigger canoes watch the birth of an island nation unfold for the first time understand who you are and whose image you are made in you are sons and daughters of the very God of heaven. Go on streak through the wild blue to long you have been tied to earths restraints step up steer into the unknown you were given dominion when he without beginning or end startled the formless void with the power of his voice he made a world a universe for you and me. His design was that you would rule this kingdom and always it would be the birthstone of adventure and comfort not a prison but a garden. Trackless waste in an instant you can change your transportation from ship to hot air drift inland to Africa’s sense of raw and pure delights take your ease over rolling hill and plain. This is freedoms oratory no zoos or bars the great herds follow the migratory paths that there kind have known from the beginning. Real men stood here the native Maasai warrior his spear his staff the **** his bread for glory of a wild domain he was bred. Not all can be surveyed in one night that is what lifetimes are for the moon now gives way to twilight it wasn’t fantasy or a dream you are men and women conquers of supreme destines one stipulation it only comes to those that fight and won’t except the norm. Lives for you to command don’t allow any one that right you are the beacon God chose for this time don’t be a disappointment how pleased this would make our enemies.
Hal Loyd Denton Mar 2013
Escape

Everyone has dreamed of fleeing to a south sea island setting on the beach in the moonlight. The softest glow pervades all, our guarded defenses evaporate as the moon’s power effect not only the tide even our over active human drive slips into neutral. With our mind we become part of the sea breezes unchecked scoundrels of the universe vagabonds who live for living’s sake not the face of an angry clock these stolen moments we won’t surrender catch us if you can but your net will have to be worldwide we clear the break waters we feel the power that freedom alone can announce with arching sling we shoot through the sky not an observer but our own shooting star. Look quickly in the cloud covered mist yes with perfection fitted the wild island nation of Madagascar go back to its beginnings look through times mist see the people of Austronesia arriving on outrigger canoes watch the birth of an island nation unfold for the first time understand who you are and whose image you are made in you are sons and daughters of the very God of heaven. Go on streak through the wild blue to long you have been tied to earths restraints step up steer into the unknown you were given dominion when he without beginning or end startled the formless void with the power of his voice he made a world a universe for you and me. His designed you this kingdom rule and always it will be the birthstone of adventure and comfort not a prison but a garden. Trackless waste in an instant you can change your transportation from ship to hot air drift inland to Africa’s sense of raw and pure delights take your ease over rolling hill and plain. This is freedoms oratory no zoos or bars the great herds follow the migratory paths that there kind have known from the beginning. Real men stood here the native Maasai warrior his spear his staff the **** his bread for glory of a wild domain he was bred. Not all can be surveyed in one night that is what lifetimes are for the moon now gives way to twilight it wasn’t fantasy or a dream you are men and women conquers of supreme destines one stipulation it only comes to those that fight and won’t except the norm. Lives for you to command don’t allow any one that right you are the beacon God chose for this time don’t be a disappointment how pleased this would make our enemies.
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
When I was sitting in my desk listening to this professor speak
He went on to state that our destines are already prewritten before we are born
That the road we travel has been built previous to our conception
I find this to be false!

Oh Search engines please look for me
A place where I can breathe freely
A place where I can sigh

Tea tree oils, Echinacea Goldenseal
We’re making love that seems so unreal
So many ways to express this bliss
We moan and we bite and we scratch and we kiss
Pent up frustration inside me until
We both get naked and together it’s killed
And it is no more
Prerequisites
Opposites
Lightning strikes
And minds are lit
Bestowing gifts
Coming from nature

Dark Covens
Forgiven
Holy bishops
Saving men
We shall perform a hex!

This is age of impermanence
Of alternative reference
Disregarding sacraments
Where we are all immanent

Slaying Natives, ***** slaves
Freeing them then they segregate
Separate like night and day
Then at night they’d kneel and pray
Asking God for him to save
I can’t believed they lived that way

A system around the sun
Is it ending or just begun?
The path to enlightenment, there’s more than one
Leave me deaf
And take my sight

The porcelain women wet in tears
The brooding man wise beyond his years
The children living in fear
Baffled with the question
Of wrong and right
And so I write
Day is getting dimmer
Televisions muted
Collecting my thoughts
There’s still something unsaid
Somewhere in my mind
But these disturbances and distractions
Leave them to remain undefined

Venturing down splendid hallways of machination
That led to an armada of malicious tendencies
How did I get here?
To this domain of deviation

I need to turn in another direction
A new route and get out of here

Screaming for a sign
Find me
Before time runs out
Sacrifice the live stock of your pride
At the intersection
Of pain and pleasure
But it’s getting congested with
Traffic of Sunday drivers, drunk and texting
Find me
On the razors edge
In the hallway
With a legion
Ready to charge
At your deepest hidden motives
The prerogative of the compass that will point you and I in a new direction
And if need be we can always poison each other for the well being of one another
Lifelong deserted on forsaken isle
Bode alone on Patmos, John in exile
The last of God’s apostles whilst ‘ere on earth
Survived to be banished for professing rebirth
And though secluded to but himself muse
Seclusion to stifle would be of no use
For the One who holds men in the palm of His hand
Can work all His purposes through any man
Either be he at home
Or on isle alone

Visited on island, by God for His work
On sending a message from Him to His Church
A vision received he must send to address
Their troubles and worries God ached to redress
And encourage the faithful who endured so much pain
That they’re not forgotten, and they mustn’t wane
For God does not oft reason missives direct
Unless He saw need to bring retrospect
Of mortal Time’s end
For His Body and all men

“To those in Ephesus, who are ready to test
Many a false prophet has been exposed from the rest
And long you braved such painstaking trial
Unwilling to bend under oppression vile
But though you are strong, shortsighted you remain
You have forgotten why you fight and withstand the bane
For it is I, your greatest Admirer, that came down for you
And did, out of love, only what I could do
Make Me foremost when comes the worst
And remember that I loved you first

“To the faithful in Smyrna, persisting though poor
You labor, heavy laden by the burden I bore
But be not discouraged, for you work not in vain
In spirit you are rich, Heaven’s glory to gain
So be mindful of this, for what lies ahead
For sufferings ‘ave not past, but will worsen instead
Men will confine you and your hands will they bind
But press on ‘til death, and life you will find
Your body, cast down
Will I make your crown

“To Mine in Pergamum, in Satan’s dwelling
You have been loyal, your perseverance telling
To proclaim Me and my name, and Me not deny
Hell and its sons are left to surmise
But there are those of you who hold fast to falsities
Accepting many sin and foul immoralities
Now you must turn away and you must not consent
And of these teachings, refute and repent
‘Else I will come nigh
And level these lies

“Of Thyatira, Mine in My service
Though by no merit, your faith do I cherish
You have grown much and your good work matures
Your deeds have been proof of that Hope which endures
Be wary, though, if I condemn whom you host
For Jezebel is among you, and her sin is her boast
My grace she has scoffed, and repentance she has shunned
So now I will afflict her, and undo all she’s wrung
Brook not her ways
Holdfast all your days

“To the saved in Sardis who are seemingly dead
Slumbering prostrate on your spirit’s bed
For I will come as a thief in the night
And to sleep then is to sleep for all time
Your works, incomplete, will slowly fade
And your deeds are unfinished, which you have made
Awake! Awake now, and strengthen what’s left
Arise! Arise now, this cross you must heft
Teach the lost of Me, to learn
Ever to be vigilant of My return

“To those in Philadelphia, unwavering in truth
A door I have a opened, and set before you
None may close it, and to pass through’s your right
For by your weakness have you shown My might
You kept my Word and in affliction did not cower
And so I will keep you from trials in that hour
For a day will come when the world I will test
To discern between men my disciples from the rest
And you I will set apart
For I already know your heart

“And finally to Laodicea, who is rich in this world
But revealed ‘neath is poverty when the mast is unfurled
You claim need of nothing, satisfied with your state
Instead, I see lacking that destines your fate
You are tepid in spirit and to sip suit Me not
You bear for Me no fervor; neither are you cold nor are you hot
In spite of your lack, know that I love whom I reprove
So be arduous now, be it Me whom you choose
I knock at your door
I desire of you more

“Hear me now, and heed what I say
Overcome this world, break night with your day
For from eternal death will I come and you save
I will clothe you in white and give you a new name
I will confer you the nations to rule with My hand
I will confess your name before God and before man
You will be the pillars that brace up My home
And you will sit down with Me on My throne
For from temporal pain
Springs everlasting gain”

These words in a vision did God, to John, speak
And this message did He will for the churches to reach
Admonishing their triumphs, and where they fell short
Encouraging them to, in Him, always resort
And realizing this may we ever conclude
That without Him we have all there is to lose
For it is by Him that we have come to be
But the choice is ours, where we spend eternity
A choice before us is laid
Whom we will choose to serve this day

This choice, inescapable, either brings death or brings life
And our decision will last beyond the end of all time.
Taken from Revelation 1:4 - 3:22
Z Dec 2018
Pink heart, blue heart, black heart's spades.
Love more, love less, love that's fake.
Shy straight arrow shot through the heart,
Don't think there's more I can take.
Heart became black, spades, so I dumped it in the lake.

**** love then, **** love later, but I want love not sorrow
Failure yesterday, failure today, what to expect tomorrow.
Black heart with a stick inside,
And inside a space that's ****** up and shallow.

Spades hearts, spades feelings, spades, spades, spades.
Grim reaper spades like poisoned sharpened blades.
Killing feelings, desperations, and destines.
Leaving bleeding hearts of spades to decay.

Pink heart, blue heart, black heart's spades.
Love more, love less, love that's fake.
Shy straight arrow shot through the heart,
Don't think there's more I can take.
Heart became black, spades, so I dumped it in the lake.
Marshall Gass Feb 2014
Amandla!

Locked  in  societies cages  where the sunlight streaked in with
black and white uniforms with bars and batons
to hold them in place
shackled to their destines
to die in policies polluted by skin and colour
these people fought against
The oppressors determination to reduce
An entire nation to subservience
Until one man swam against the apartheid  tide
To a prison of meaning.

At last in the wide open spaces
Where freedom grew  with the flowers
With chains of people dancing in the streets
Of  hope in the future

Alas the high  tide turned against
Them and those at the front row who lead
The back row to brutality soon found
The dancing invited the shackles again
And they all locked themselves in the same suffering
As before, one by one.

Except no one  they could  blame somebody else
but his own black brother.
Dead Account Apr 2017
A ring of natural perfume is adorned on you neck
like the sweet dew of April mornings.

Chains of daisies and dandelions,
which hold a thousand wishes each,
connects like bonds created by
you and me.

Let my hair fall
and inhale comforting bliss
while exhaling bothersome regrets.

Watch the sun kiss the earth goodnight
as it lets the sky open
to glittering stars.

None are capable of outshining the twinkle in your eye
or the shine of those soft lips.

None can compare to you,
an April diamond,
flawless and perfect to many

Smooth edges and clear soul,
a birthstone destines to resonate
within the heart, soul, and mind.
I thought it was a wonderful topic chosen, so I decided to comply and add to the growing community of poems.
Hal Loyd Denton Jan 2012
Inglorious light

To strand light from darkness the greatest victory Jesus said I am the light of the world it was fixed and
Sure no dividing nothing to confuse but then man’s desires arose as in all instances when he would
Dismiss God’s sovereign authority honesty is missing they don’t say initially the truth spoke thusly no
They craft well their superimposing disfigured light it has to appeal it must have the essence of
Misrepresentation with this you will be enlightened and thankfully you can do it by a measure that you
Can control you will be god and have the authority see all the lights draw them together into a super
Beam they are outer bold strokes of genius variable dreams exists in this bright coexistence with
Darkness you can blatantly satisfy all manner of appetites and keep you heart from alarm you are
Walking in light there is a supreme being and he too is known as the angel of light that is filled with all
The arts of deceit he will dazzle and from his inner light you will fall from heavenly heights the same as
He there is no end to your trouble nor his but what a ride to control thoughts and destines of others that
Innocently trust your words the breach know the true word was abridged to fit a morality that didn’t fit
Into true and right nobility no matter substitute your own please make it glowing the greatest
Subterfuge must look closely like the original we are speaking of eternal verities fine tune the sphere it
Must pass the acid test for the casual adherent only the best divisible means must be employed you are
Substituting bedrock truth with the illusion of truth never say the devil won’t give you your do even he
Plays fair to a point you are giving up a kingdom your right as an heir not to mention love will be changed
To murderous intent the death of a soul is not a minor undertaking you laid the ground work so expertly
Now to keep up the pretense it’s not really like its hard we are all rebels just play into the general feeling
That is maximized when you add the poison of deceit its the drug that will never fail love be dammed see
You in Hell
ᗺᗷ Apr 2014
You’ve been running underneath the stitches of my baseball caps,
resting in the pockets of my t-shirts, and
etched into the glass of my contacts
where the sun sometimes glares and makes me dizzy.
You left your aroma on my pillows,
scratch streaks on my back,
and chocolate covered bruises on my neck
that make my mouth water every time I look at them.

And out of your mouth
fell raindrops from the storm inside your chest.
Touching my lips
I woke from the dreams of night to the dreams of day,
discovering the softest of gold upon my own.
Smelting fortunes of two destines hot to the touch
as dropping the ball like Auld Lang Syne
but there’s never enough time,
never enough time
looking forward or back
universe stops in its tracks as I look into your eyes.

Sometimes you’re telling me a story
and all I can hear are X’s and O’s.
No pencil or paper but tic-tac-toes tickling mine,
sending shooting stars up my spine.
These crooked feet started from point A and
I’m trying to make it all the way to U.
But if this alphabet becomes too bothersome
then let’s make a language of our own.

Believe me the rest will follow
like we have Chinese finger traps bridging our hands,
when pulling away reminds us how we're a lot like rubber bands.
Piggy-backing through the wild with cat-like vision and dog-like devotion
we’ll learn to speak to our inner animals because
humanity has become a little overrated these days.
So when I find your beast under the sheets
I will pull off its leash with my bear teeth.
Excuse my scrambled tongue for
filterless words can fall off my lips like butter on warm cinnamon toast,
I've never remembered being so hungry for something.

My mouth is beginning to sweat and
you’re mouth held raindrops when we met.
So when your tongue touched mine it sparked the perfect storm.
A hurricane drowning out the past
leaving a life boat for two. Four hands
building a mast, searching for land, gripping the forecast.
Sailing on top of natural disasters,
to find a world better than the one left underneath us.
Zach Davis Jan 2013
So close,
yet separated by the endless plain artificial
our minds create an expanse between the paradises of our imagination and the struggles of reality.

It is a mental prison that we fabricate to avoid risk,
but in doing so we avoid the reward that comes along-
for even a failed endeavor is a success in that it was an endeavor at all.

Why do we never take exceptional leaps,
even when they are from a sinking ship?

Why do we cling to the submerging lifeboat
rather than test the waters, and test our own true capabilities?

Change is such a menacing figment that we impose upon the natural transience of the world.
The only time change is made is to protect the status quo.

Because we are human.

Because walking into a dark cave, just to explore the wonders within,
is not something that is in our nature.

I dare to wonder

what are in the concealed depths of the world-
I know beyond the surface wonders exist far more mystical than those I place at the end of my unreachable expanse.

But I can’t take the plunge alone-
thinking about the strangling darkness clouds thoughts of the hidden light.
My nature gets the better of me as well.

But still I dare to dream,
and hope one day I can surpass this,
confront this,
and become a truly transcending mind
past the mundane into the uncomfortable place where humans dare not go-

because it is new, and scary,
and doesn’t fit with our delusional fantasies that our suffering,
our endless strides to an unreachable goal, are noble.

We are destined to suffer as a general population because we put our goal before us,
and convince ourselves we can’t move towards it.

But some will do the unthinkable and march to society’s vision of ridiculous endeavors,
and once in a while, someone achieves the goal-
the goal to go for your goal,

whether you taste the fruits of your labor or are left a tragic failure.
At least tragedy is cathartic,
at least it means you tried to thwart your nature.

Maybe living a double nature of hope and tendency is impossible, and maybe it destines me to fail.

But if I do, it’s not I that is the loose part in the machine of society.


Maybe it means I was the only one that was truly free from it.
Was originally just a writing, not poetry, but I decided to convert it  and share it, as I like it.
Lilith Avenue Nov 2014
they say:
age is but a number,
distance is but a scale,
and time is of an essence -
yet i find their concept to be suffocating.
confining as it bends me to it's whims.

age is the number that decides who our friends are.
splitting us apart by birth dates into
elementary, middle, junior, high and college -
sending us away to embark on different paths
while others are left behind.

distance is the scale that determines how often.
when can our presences linger with one another
and at what lengths must we cross?
cities, state lines, rivers, countries, oceans -
at what point is the distance too wide to close.

time is the essence that destines if at all.
where schedules collide and overlap,
timezones over riding the possibilities.
seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months -
they all pass with one of us always a head of the other.

and as we move on with our lives, i see that
i use these as excuses of why we have drifted
instead of facing the facts;
perhaps we were never that close to begin with
as our memories turn to grey.
Hal Loyd Denton Apr 2012
The Great Day that we will all want to be Scholars  

First the time God did the unique the unequalled even for him He did Himself one better He actually
Doubled His already perfect self this is not an inner working of heaven that just concerns them but we
Have the greatest interest we were cast as you know from the mold perfect but then the flaw was
Created by the enemy with out and the enemy within we became alien and were infected with evil’s
Disease now criminal hearts and minds ruled us day and night this put us on a collision course with the
One true righteous God did he gather a great army and show his disgust and anger against such
Behavior it was within His right from nothing he gave us life to be his royal family so the one who the
Record says the mountain smokes in His presence and the hills flee was found in a dimly lit stable the
Light was from lanterns so in these smells sights and sounds He was found not nothing was made that
Wasn’t made for Him that means you and I one more shadow fell on this place the wooden window
Was left ajar on the one that threw His arms and kicked his feet and cooed to his mothers touch the
Familiar knowing shadow was future and it was the answer the Father devised as the auction block its
Dimensions were that of a cross but here he would pay the price for all humanity’s redemption blood
Soaked his body a mockery not even animals suffered that king of cruelty even in those barbaric times
This shadow falls down through time on a great white throne of judgment many a path in life has led up
To this throne but only two lead away one is when He says enter thou true and faith servant into the
Joys of the Lord forever the other here is where the scholar comes to its greatest head everyone will be
Asking what was the doctrine of Christ that will save us all will be there the only sound will be the
Pages of bibles being turned and intensely studied some will shout with joy others will cry out in fear
And agony their fate a blaze on this revered and terrible pages of law that now will judge and determine
Eternal destines the keys to life everlasting simple repent [die to sin every soul that sins shall surly die]
[Be baptized in Jesus name the watery grave] Your being burried with Him in baptisim  indicative of spiritual dying to sin [be born again] anew
Spiritual Birth and life made anew creature simple but many cry truth the word says your safety is in
Your hands those who seek truth on the inward parts will find it not the superficial seeker that will listen
To any doctrine no the one has to have truth and will take no other you will be noted and led and made
Free And at the great judgment you will have nothing to fear I say seek then as if your soul
Depends on it because it does
neither could totally renounce
the feelings they shared
the tie between them
made in childhood days
it held a cohesive twine

on separate journeys
they did travel
until their mid years
yet they hankered for
each others company  
the bond between them
ne'er came untangled

perchance their destines
bought them together again
whereupon they rekindled
and renewed their lasting flame

sweethearts at childhood
sweethearts they'd ever be
the sweetheart link
they shared was of
a perennial deed
Ester and Daryl's story.
Jwala Kay Apr 2012
Never detained Sylvia's thoughts,
Neither agreed any of her acts;
maybe that is why I peep
here and there onto a mirror piece;
to find a rousing lady in me
and noting something is true
and finer with some specks of time;
but cared to find more thru eyes,
the eyes of my little god,
lying on the cradle with humbleness.
Can never feel the charming self
than from that glance I desired;
let me not count on destines,
that'ld drag my life to despairs;
and nor feel the way out so,
for now, I know, there is a soul;
which awaits for the touch of my lips
and the tenderness of it to return.
Truly, I do learn now, for rest of my life
will be of making a paradise,
for my little god!
This is about an young single mother who has to struggle thru loads of burdens that's awaiting in her life, all alone, yet she feels positive to move on for the sake of her baby and it's future. Mother's Love! (This poem is started as an afflatus from Sylvia Plath's Mirror)
vhcgjhf Jul 2015
(for once this cannot be fueled by spasmodic impulse
in the cortex, its context's slightly appalling
every single simile has been used
even stating the futility is
so futile, so starvation
digests them)

hates the obvious
reasons with none
destines tomorrow
steeped in sorrow
in the spiteful pun
the tritest treason
a heyday we'll pay

we adhered to one
fly-papered world
and miscalculated
syllables we've hurled
the lateness unfurled
on this newborn day

this was exactly
what you thought
I would rightly say:
JidosReality Aug 2016
I don't know my head seems to be all over the place at the moment I try not to write but my pen keeps calling. The inks deep in thought as the words start pouring out.


Take a canvas hears the brush paint my life for me make the picture look happy as everyone I see, tell a story with this picture that's so perfect to see, hears a pen and a book write my life for me.


Try to imagine my perfect life in this broken book that you write for me. I try to be quiet and keep my self to me, but the more I be quiet I draw more attention to me.


My thoughts remind me I'm a miss fit I don't fit, I'm lost in this puzzle that's all around me. My mind is a puzzle everyday is a struggle find me the missing piece please to solve this puzzle.


The anger building up inside me it's confusing how I think, my thoughts are shattered broken up and weak, my Hatred keeps searching for answers to questions that break me.


I'm poison what can I say stay away from this poison, I'm better off Alone no cuddles for me in the morning. I'm the snow flake that melted cause they forgot to tell me it was not snowing.


All alone in this heat where's all the snow that created me my destines been chosen a melting road awaits me.


JidosReality 10.6.15
An emotion I try to understand but keep learning.
April Jan 2015
I have nothing to write that will change us
And every time you hesitate
close your eyes
purse your lips
I know there's no more us

Tonight I met him
don't give me that angry stare
don't embrace me in a hug- and apologize
because you know I want nothing more than us

But we both know
fate
destines us apart

So tomorrow
and all the tomorrows your lungs breathe
keep me in your memories
but
don't remember
me and you
as an *us
Erik Rachow Sep 2017
Love puts down your guard,
It is power in weakness,
Ready to burst you apart,
Shows you life in all deepness

Love is simple without a clue,
Changes everything for the best,
Let it flow and rise through you,
Make you care for the rest

Love is hard to chase,
and even harder to keep,
It is what destines our ways,
Sow hope to believe and seek

Love is never an easy task,
Gets blinded by heat and thrill,
Bravery puts off the mask,
Realise the imitations to ****

Love is always fun and pain,
No surrender in a miss,
Effort will never be vain,
Reach eternity with a kiss

There is not only one love to find,
Always hope in desperation,
Don't let pain make you blind,
Praise those who are searching

Risk everything for this,
All wounds will heal,
The one love there is,
Is the one you feel
FC Azaele May 2021
I fear much of that eros bow
where love so much as pierces
the pale virgins soul
Placing Sweet-kisses, red wine-stained lips;
lovers glow
Pale lines, artificial glow;
so much as complicated on patterns
pickled seen on a kaleidoscope;
Cherub aiming his charmed bow
down at mortals down low
soon where fate changes
and destines for two to meet;
weaving the patterns together so they strum
a chord together, creating an afterglow
I fear so much of the Eros bow
could, when two patterns meet,
create so much of a harmonious disaster?
A parody of fate?
or a glamour, a cover-up for a show
Onyx Jan 2020
Webs of star dust enwrap the weary and the subdued,
of those that have lost hope or wish they had some to look forward to,
of those stumbling over the earth’s obstacles in vain for want of something inhumanely impossibly to attain that which has long been forgotten to weave by human hands for it has grasped the more stolid and sultry materialism as its ultimate pleasure,
and of the many more devoid of Lady Luck’s bounties upon thee for there are many unfortunates I can ponder of and which I am helpless in fathoming their confusion.

What of them? Despite the comfort of radiance, they forget the meaning of that flickering light in their horizon,
to understand, truly,
what it means to be human, to feel
it has been lost,
even if that fine web may suffocate them,
only the peril of finite existence can truly grapple their soul in totality.

Ardour and bliss of consuming visually Nature’s bounties have long since been reduced to decorous eloquence,
the wondrous night skies with its constellations mapping infinities of destines;
of the earth and her planes stretching endlessly as carpets of green,
powdery gold of the sand shifting in its own mixing bowl
and of the roaring oceans that drown the screams of the lands in its calm,
none whatsoever can save a desolate soul least they may themselves see a part of them in the silent life that beats and screams around them.

They’re a fog of confusion, a conglomeration of unnamed thoughts and ideas that warrant recognition and are hopelessly left unknown,
wandering in their haze of misery and curiosity,
without any thought perhaps it isn’t wandering that might be salvation
but merely stillness for it may truly make their ears hone into the song of the world that sings endlessly to its beloved creatures to renew their vigor for a new dawn on its face,
to have the orbs glimpse the dynamic multitudes of the earth and whatever it encompasses perhaps to have one find themselves in the constitutions that breathe and throb around them,
oh what would they not do to see and hear? But they’re hopeless, downcast and disparaging,
for they’ve been blinded by the whispers of masked crusaders plotting their demise
with the ploy proving victorious by every second
unless they deem themselves capable of strangling the ropes of deceit that bind them in their despair,
Only and only then,
can the life around them aid in salvaging them.
Srijit Panja Sep 2017
behind the doors
in the thaw, fire sets in.
like dew, these tears
speak so mild. of mercy.
to let go. to quit.
there are winds within
and storms that these
lungs exhale.
of mess, to atoms,
this walk destines to abyss.

the stories. of miles.
are cutters.
they cut my body.
and spit my soul to corners.
never to come back maybe.

calm, i am.
a land of wait.
wait. wait till i quit quitting
the sense of living.
wait till my time comes,
which i will create. breaking clocks.
breaking clocks of mortals.
of minds and boredom.

wait till breath accumulates
to burst into rebellion
against self. against you.
for keeping yourself down.
to bear stares and clouds.
demons will face demons.
of goodness they will be.
of life. of height which i make.

bring a pair of necks.
to see me stands again that day.
if one gets broken. bending upto
my height. the other would
get to see my tears
of walking again into
fairest times of mine.

fairest. that had never been created.

---- see me, stand up.
Bryce Jul 2020
I don't know
If you cared enough to find this

But every night now

I think of La La Land
That night I knew I would lose my job
When you convinced me to stay

And why I cried so much
Why I over-empathized

It was me and you.

Im still trying to figure out
If I miss you
Or just the idea of it

But every time I see you now
I still smile
And you do too

I wonder if I'm the only one
With ache in their chest

I wonder if I'm the only one

Who wishes love took deeper roots

I wonder if I'm the only one

Who still thinks of the beach

And the way we just lay together

When I laid in the sand
And another voice is with me

She asked me tonight,

"who was your first love?"

All I could see

Between closed eyes
Was your face

How hard it is to reach out

Between the wrought iron gates

And take a hand

That seeks to save?

But as He severs the ties

And destines us for different paths

I hear the devil himself

Understand his distance from God

You were so close to complement

Yet far too tangential

We now suffer from acute

Dispensation of angle




I do not know how long I will wait

Until I can wake

And not miss you.

Not dream of the same foggy Venice

Or the same question,

"Why, Why, Why"

Or stay up fighting mind to erase you

And the image of your smile

Or the sound of your laugh

Or how much you loved the way I ran my fingers along your neck


There's not a poem long enough in the world

To justify this

And the surrender to God that must replace

The emptiness you left.
sage eugene zumr Dec 2022
Kite amiss a diamond ditch
likely eve hit the high note
but yet its always tisk tisk
another round to plagiarize
statements i've made inside
but hey its nice to poltergeist
play the rise in fates demise
lay inset those fictions
pest of dressed conviction
excess excellence on stressed
conviction dressed to distant
messes listed full oppressed
i'm in my head a rhythm
scismic rynosseros's liquids
insistent upon a ditches listed
may it be that ive been twisted
never yet toward the morse
implored to best conform a
mission miss the less detest
excess in stresses nexus livid
forms of death ive misfit

congested
obsessed with
a girl
ive never met
slips of paper
by my bed
lifted debt
an all opressed
is a twine
of darkened
sine rhyming all
the night of
destines dimes a
mentioned kind
of less defined
beset those limits
dont fret forgivness
Im sorry I've forgotten you
When you brought to me so much meaning
I cannot recall your name
But hear your words like breathing
A few vacant phrases
Punctuated by lines imprinted still
Each chord caught in a whistled melody
The gaps I cant fill

I cannot forgive you
For not forgetting me
Settled, a consistent reminder
Of a once promised harmony

But the drum beats echo like tip toes
On a "Fosse" glossed frame
Slipping and sliding
Never to be with me whole again
And maybe this is the first look
At a future that destines me

A plaintive consideration for what's left of my memory
Or a record more broken by forcing the needle to read it

But I apologize to you
And to those which made you to be
For how much you've shaped me
Your details escape my memory

Assured I will find them
Or replace them with what I thought they were
You can bet as a guarantee
I'll only miss or be off a few words.
Bri Neves Jun 2012
When I was young, I was content with being happy;
Now I’m happy with being content.
I replaced the hands of the clock
With my own hands, made grave demands,
But now I stand and find no room
To speak or run amuck.

I’m not sure which is worse.
I’m not sure which is a brighter verse,
But, listen, I glisten nevertheless.

As I grew old, I grew famished,
Starving myself for the answers,
Feasting on air-ridden questions,
Whistling with breath I never owned.
But you wait too long and the hunger subsides.
I’m afraid I’ve forgotten what the air tasted like.

Now I’m at that middle ground—no aging,
Just gaining years as you’re watching the wind
Make more of an impact than you ever will.
But loving it still
For it teaches you to be humble,
Its careless mumble
Sorting leaves into piles.
Ever wonder how it decides
Where each leaf destines to lie? It’s so precise.

The humility cracks me open, but preserves me where it needs to.
So I capture not my strength, but my vulnerability
For strength remains as openness flees
And I break through its glass container
And its fragile interior melts at the heat of the sun,
But I know I have won
For this is just what I needed;
I needed to watch it melt.

Yes,
I broke through its glass container
Just to see it melt before me
And, furthermore, to watch
Everybody see.
They needed to watch it melt.

And I’m glad that we did
For I realized I’d been using
My age as an excuse
Since the day I entered earth,
Since the ripeness of my youth.

My first word was “goodbye”;
My last will be “hello.”
The new seeds I envision
Won’t plant, but watch them grow.

— The End —