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Maria 14h
You and I in the Universe and no one around.
Like my life has completed the circle right now.
There were people, so many of them, but now no one.
And I want to change nothing at all for no one.

I don’t want to hand back that unwanted and useless run.
To someone, for something, for some reason, for or against anyone.
I didn’t know goal, I didn't feel meaning, I didn’t see end,
But rushed and teared to pieces without any bend.

I didn’t see light, didn’t hear the truth at all.
And I realized that my measly life not to all.
But I was like a demented and crazy crack.
Rushing in there, I said the whole time: “No one step back!”

I’ve paused my life or maybe I’ve stopped.
And in that hysterics I’ve almost overshot.

You and I in the Universe – let it be so.
Hold my hand. I’m blind and in the gloom in whole.
But I’m alive! Look, I’m breathing by chest.
I’m not in a hurry now. I just want to rest.
Myrrdin 1d
What then, could you have possibly hoped for?
Your most devout, a child raised before an altar
Opens her eyes and finds only a man on your cross
How could she ever live without a burning hole in her chest? Reverence misplaced, turning inwards like a black hole, seething and ******* her dry
Looking for some idol to worship finding no pulpit to fall before screaming mercy
No one to forgive her if not a god, if not herself
Oh but the flames are so bright and burning, light her way she begs,
Begs a man, a pipe, a flickering refrigerator bulb in middle of the night
Consuming herself in the absence of the god that consumed her
always in her pursuit of heaven, she finds herself cast back to hell
Orion Mistral Dec 2024
The old folks chant a madrigal,
Of a warlock answering creation’s call.
His hands craft from void the light,
Weaving worlds, writing history bright.

The wizard’s glance shoots sparks—drip-drop,
Sets stars to brawl, to shine nonstop.
Planets rise from fairy's dust, to Chaos's scorn,
Entangled in a cosmic dance, from dusk till dawn.

Gaps gape, gaudy,
Mountains mound, massive.
His breath hisses, lovely,
Through the ****, aggressive.
“You oceans, you airs—roar and quake!
All that is, was, and will be moves with my shake.”

The mage declares: “The beard makes the man,
And I am the one who holds time in hand.”
He counts the hours, souls flutter spellbound—THNX!
And sets every rule with powerful pranks.

He grins at numbers, theories, and light,
For it’s sorcery and mystery he speaks, alright?
Shadow, shimmer, soul, sense, salt, scent—Wow!
Without him—Bang! ***!—blown by now.

The old New falls, as the new Old flies,
Being may fade, but Be never dies.

For real?
Seize the logic—Infinity’s ordeal.
louella Dec 2024
there is still time
to remember myself,
the happiest hours, the blooming trees.
there is still time to be someone.
there is still time to share my heart.
there is still time to remember who i was
before the isolation like a vine,
tied me up and kept me stranded.
there is no more of a reason to keep distress in my bed,
the villain disguised as an ally.
there is still time to believe and believe
as if the world never left me naked
and spiteful.
there is still time to give myself chances.
there is still time left to live even amidst the pressure.
there is still time to forgive,
there is still time to believe in myself
of all things.
inspired by (there is still time) by searows.

written: 12/6/24
published: 12/14/24
Edward Hynes Dec 2024
I’m told that I’m a dream produced
by time and space and DNA, that’s organized in such a way
that chemistry and physics are enough to make it dream,
so let’s accept that really there’s no ghost in the machine.

But still it seems that I exist, and isn’t it amazing dreams
can interact with other dreams,
do calculus and higher math,
gaze at the stars, make art, make love,
investigate it all and find
we’re just another accident of chemistry and space and time.
Really?

“The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility…The fact that it is comprehensible is a miracle.” Albert Einstein, 1936.
Willow Dec 2024
I started building my house when I was five

Copying the words some pastor told me to say

I already had the foundation laid for me

But that was when it turned to concrete

Or so I thought



Slowly but surely the walls rose,

But they were built of twisted metal

Firm at first

But slowly it crumbles.



The roof is built, supposed to feel safe

But at this point it smothers me

In a house that is not my own

It is full of lies and deceit

It does not feel safe.



Then somewhere along the time,  

The hammers building turn to sledgehammers

Ripping down my walls

Revealing the carnage through the haze

I walk out, and walk away.



The freedom feels strange.

New words on my lips,

Ones I shudder to think of now.

I knew it wouldn’t last

But I wasn’t ready to return



But then music.

A single album, two friends.

Help lead me back down the path to the wreckage of my house

I know it is not all bad.

An intact siding here, a piece of tile there.

I collect the pieces I can still use

And I move to another spot.

I start to rebuild.



I still have questions about my faith, I’ll admit.

Sometimes I forget I’m not the only one I can depend on anymore.

But that’s normal.

I’m learning.

And I have people with me,

Visiting me and helping me rebuild.

I won’t lie and say it wasn’t hard.

But I’m proud of how far I’ve come.

In my journey of faith.
showyoulove Dec 2024
Lord, make me to be a living channel
An instrument of your comfort and peace
You speak to me and my soul comes alive
You are the living word, your words are life-giving
Blood and water poured from your sacred heart
Bathing the world in your mercy and grace
In the waters of baptism by the blood of the lamb
It is because of this that, today, I am who I am
Your river runs through me in deep currents of grace
When you said "Peace be with you" was it the look on my face?
I was unbelieving for the pain was too much to bear
It wasn't that I didn't want to believe or that I didn't care
My Lord and my God! Have mercy on me: a sinner
I am not worthy to be in your presence my God and King
I feel the movements of the spirit
In the deepest currents of my being
Open my eyes to see and my heart to believe
You opened yourself and were broken for me
Break open my heart and help me to receive
This flood of mercy and grace freely shed
To give me new life when I had been dead
In my weakness, in my doubt and my shame
You take my hand and gently call my name
"Peace be with you. It is I. I am real.
Do not me unbelieving, but come and feel
The hands that were pierced for love of you
Let my mercy and grace, Child, cover you".
Lead me Lord from fear into peace, despair into hope
From tears into laughter, from mourning into dancing,
From doubt to belief, from death into life
Guide me Lord from out of darkness into Your light
Jesus, I believe, help me trust in You!
Ylzm Dec 2024
Lies ****.

Every lie said, cuts like a sword
Every lie believed, I die a little
I'm tormented for surely somewhere
A child tearfully compelled to lose his soul
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
(the final prayer)

Your Father,
who Am in heaven,
hallowed be My name.
My will be done,
My kingdom come,
on earth as it is in heaven.

Your daily bread
I give it to you today.
And I forgive your trespasses,
as you forgive those who trespass against you.

And I lead you not into temptation,
but deliver you from the evil one.

For Mine is
the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.

AMEN.


(Alternative translation)

My Children
(the final prayer)

My children, who are on earth,
hallowed is My Name.
My kingdom will come to you,
and My will shall be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

I give you today your daily bread.
I forgive your trespasses,
as I call you to forgive those
who trespass against you.

I will not lead you into temptation,
but I will deliver you from evil.

For Mine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory,
forever and ever.

Amen.


(Original Romanian Poem)

TATĂL VOSTRU
(ultimă rugăciune)

Tatăl vostru,
care Sunt în ceruri,
sfinţească-se numele Meu,
facă-se voia Mea,
vie împărăţia Mea
precum în cer aşa şi pe pământ,
pâinea voastră cea de toate zilele
v-o dau vouă astăzi
şi vă iert vouă greşelile voastre
precum iertaţi şi voi greşiţilor voştri,
şi nu vă duc pe voi în ispită
ci vă izbăvesc de cel viclean,
căci a Mea este
împărăţia,puterea şi slava
în vecii vecilor.
AMIN.
The poem presents a profound reinterpretation of the Lord’s Prayer, shifting the perspective from a plea by humanity to a declaration by God. It explores themes of divine authority, grace, and the intimate relationship between the Creator and creation. By addressing humanity directly, the poem emphasizes God’s sovereignty and mercy while reasserting the human responsibility to forgive and live in alignment with divine will.

The direct address (Your Father) establishes an intimate connection between the speaker (God) and the audience (humanity). The structure closely mirrors the cadence of the Lord’s Prayer, lending it familiarity while altering the perspective and focus.

The poem transforms the familiar words of the Lord’s Prayer into a divine proclamation, emphasizing God’s active role as a provider, forgiver, and protector. Addressing humanity directly bridges the distance between the sacred and the mortal, reminding readers of their reliance on God’s grace while encouraging them to act in alignment with His will.

The poem reinterprets a sacred text, blending reverence with immediacy. Its shift in perspective challenges the reader to view the relationship with God as intimate and humbling, reaffirming divine sovereignty while highlighting human responsibility. This poem invites reflection on faith, morality, and the Creator’s and creation’s interconnectedness.
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
I cannot believe
she is not,
at all,
an angel.
Analysis of “About Woman”

Theme:

The poem reflects on the idealization of women, blending admiration and disbelief. It presents the speaker’s refusal to accept that a woman could be anything less than angelic, elevating her to a near-divine status. The theme explores the tension between reality and idealization, encapsulating the human tendency to see perfection in what is loved.

Tone and Structure:

The tone is respectful, reflective, and quietly emphatic. Its brevity and minimal structure emphasize the depth of the speaker’s sentiment, distilling complex emotions into a few impactful words. The lack of embellishment mirrors the purity of the admiration expressed.

Imagery and Meaning:

“I cannot believe “: This line conveys the speaker’s internal struggle, suggesting denial and hope as if rejecting any notion that contradicts their ideal.
“She is not, at all, an angel”: The central metaphor equates the woman with an angel, symbolizing perfection, purity, and otherworldly grace. The negation adds dramatic tension, intensifying the speaker’s conviction.
The absence of detailed imagery allows the reader to project their interpretation of the angelic qualities being attributed.

Message:

The poem suggests that admiration, especially for a woman, can elevate her to an almost mythical status. It highlights the emotional tendency to idealize, focusing on the speaker’s unshakable belief in the woman’s goodness and transcendence.

Conclusion:

“About Woman” is a minimalist yet profound meditation on love and idealization. Its simplicity invites readers to reflect on how they perceive and elevate those they admire, while its open-ended nature leaves space for personal interpretation. The poem’s brevity amplifies its emotional resonance, making it intimate and universal.
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