who is he who looks through our eyes
fuelling thoughts that glow in mind
consciousness which as our heart sighs
this is the source we need to find
the source is in heart detected
subtle and imperceptible
we are all interconnected
each to each is susceptible
as a spark entwined with the whole
we have a duty to perform
to illumine space is our goal
conjuring in it a bliss storm
I lost so many days,
Trudging through that battle field,
Struggling under the weight of armour,
Tired of putting up my shield.
Precious time lost stuck in turmoil,
Always at war with my mind,
Looking for a way to take control,
Seeking the peace I craved to find.
I chose to take the torch,
Relighting the spark burnt out inside,
Fuelling a brand new way of life,
One that I now live with pride.
No longer a hostage of my history,
Taking the pen to write my own story,
As I live, present and in the moment,
For the first time ever, I feel free.
I'm still a work in progress,
Piece by piece, slowly becoming whole,
But self acceptance now fills my heart,
A warming glow now lines my soul.
For years I thought I was lost,
Convinced that's how it'd always be,
Until I became confident in my authenticity,
Realising all along, that, home is here in me.
all seemed well in heaven’s cocoon
then we sought earth life as a boon
to feel contrast one became two
male, female, the sun and the moon
stuporous mind, but a cat’s mew
of higher wisdom not a clue
muddled further by senses five
the web from which we must unglue
why do we feel that we’re alive
we know not who we are, yet strive
trapped in the open, free within
one with oneness, in heart’s bliss hive
attachment is our only sin
fuelling needless thought flow din
if we be but still, voids will fill
silence then’s the way to begin
first things first, we surrender will
love perches on heart’s window sill
the mirror shatters; we are free
relieved the dream was but a drill
Comparing this against that,
mind’s natural habitat,
causes thoughts to go viral,
in form, where then then spiral.
Endlessly fuelling doubt,
we heed not soul’s soundless shout,
yearning to escape the word,
that it may be, in heart heard.
Defined by the thoughts we think,
ego’s afraid it will sink,
if we shift into the void
of peace, pure and unalloyed.
If head and heart choose to pair,
soul’s awareness, self-aware,
displays to us in full view,
our inner light, pure like dew.
Let go oh hermit, let go,
that truth of Self we may know,
here, now while we are alive,
in the cave of heart’s bliss hive.
I’m avoiding real life
behind the safety of my front door,
a machine left to cool in the dark,
fuelling when I can,
pushing through with oil instead of blood.
Belts seize,
tensioners wound too tight,
injectors fail to fire;
each spark fades like memory -
ignition slipping to static.
The valves stick,
hardened by grit and rust;
maintenance deferred,
wear settling deep in my bones.
Now this machine
is as cold as stone,
no combustion,
barely ticking over,
an engine meant to go but left to stall,
avoiding real life, one breath at a time.
Attraction
Affection
Axis of affiliation
Filled with
Fires of
Fuelling passion
Sizzling
Show-off
Syndrome
Hypnotizing
Hub of
Heart-heat
Comely
Consciousness
Commotion
Surmise of
Sunrises and
Settings
Sign of
Struggle-filled life of a
Sex worker
Symbol of
Sacrosanct
Sacrifice
Lustrous
Labyrinth of my
Life-blood
Inspired by the songs and lyrics of Bob Marley
Like three little birds people stop to listen.
To hear songs sang of redemption.
Pitched by their door steps reminiscing,
Of a time when no woman would cry
And like a natural mystic their
Tears would fly,to a place where
The colour of a mans skin
Or the religion he believes in
Holds no more significance
Then the colour of his eyes
A place where everyone
Could be loved then be loved.
But we live in a world where politicians.
Stir up hatred by fuelling religious tensions,
Crushing the satisfied souls of generations,
by dropping bombs to silence, songs sang of freedom.
Which reignites, WAR, on already WAR torn nations.
yeah dis a WAR,
With every new day brings more WAR
Yeah everywhere is WAR,
Yeah me say WAR.
Across the city the emperor called
For recruits to join the legions
Travel to new and strange lands
And conquer for covetous reasons
As sun beat down they trained their men
To fight for colonisation,
Taking with them skills and knowledge
Introducing urbanisation.
Past mountains, lakes and plains they marched
Battalions stood United
Crossing countries, rivers, sea,
Arriving uninvited.
Invasion, yet they brought with them
Progression, innovation;
Technology since lost in ages dark
Transforming a whole nation.
Roads of stone, heated floors
Domestic sanitation,
Walls dividing tribes and clans
Fuelling aggravation.
Yet Britain’s climate, wet and dour,
It’s warriors and chief,
Sent Rome’s great fighters fleeing home
Struck dumb in disbelief,
That this small nation could be such
A hostile, retched place,
And Rome needed protecting
From the Jutes and Angles race.
So after Constantine’s withdrawal
Britain re-emerged anew,
Rebirthing of a greater nation,
Than the one the romans slew.
Left behind their legacy
Culture, architecture
But no longer an unwitting, oppressed,
Out-posted prefecture.
Trapped in my own life,
My thoughts are vague.
Lost in moments, I flip a page,
Skimming through to find solace.
Shadows of ruin blur my sight,
An illusion of wandering through the darkest nights.
Time passes by, it waves wearing a frown,
In depths of deep waters, I drown.
A hand to my rescue,
Yet the tide denies me fortune.
The jury's treachery,
Fuelling my wallow in misery.
Finding a way with nothing, alone
Fighting my way through to discover the unknown.
I am a character in the mix of this drama,
Navigating the plot where twisted lines reach the climax.
Perceiving life as a poet,
I capture this solitude into a verse.
From within the theme, I uncover my worth,
Rerouting for my rebirth.
Come, my beloved, come into my arms,
I shall show you all my Vampyric charms,
I offer you a night of unbridled passion,
within this night, there is nothing I shall ration.
Our lips meet, your flame does ignite,
I shall make sure it burns right through the night,
come, my beloved, here we shall stand,
my lips fuelling your fire, as I hold your hand.
Your shapely body pressed up against mine,
you are a wonder, you sparkle and shine,
I open my eyes and gaze into your Soul,
to Love you tonight is my Vampyric goal.
My beloved, let me kiss your throat,
let me speak the words of a sonnet I wrote,
for you, my beloved, shine bright as the sun,
you are my darkest dream and you have come.
Now walk with me, my beloved star,
We shall walk down our destination far,
But at the end of our Journey, in Vampyre fashion,
I shall show you Love within “Night's Passion.”
Vampire: Vampyre Love Poetry Series.
A weaver of words in deep quiet reflects
In his mind’s prism, many a thought deflects
Within him the rainbow colors of passion rage
He scripts songs of beauty and rhyme on page after page
He has no magic, neither erudite nor clever
But hungry souls, his poems avidly devour
Stirring their hearts as wind on whispering leaves
And each line, some alluring fancy weaves
As from pen to paper his fancies flow
In a lingo that has an unusual glow
Though a great epic may not be born
His songs move even hearts of flint n’ stone
He sings the paeans of love and life
Of men in cross roads of toil and strife
He awakens dead worlds long forgotten
Taking us to magic lands never trodden
His songs have echoes of a heavenly rhapsody
Drowning the Earth in flooding melody
Fuelling hearts with thoughts one cannot name
Spawning tempestuous passions one cannot tame
Placed First.
8 Dec. 2021
A Strand (1045)Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Dreaming of you
Takes my breath away
I can almost feel your arms around me
Feel the passion in your every touch,
setting my skin alight, pumping fire through my veins
First gentle and slow
Then more urgent as ardor rises
You’re breath heavies
and your lips more forceful
as grappling hungry hands eagerly grope tender flesh
Fulfilling an unending craving that aches to be sated
fuelling twin flames
So begins the eternal dance of seduction
Every deep pleasure stroke
pushing us forward to the apex of desire
And the blissful abyssal fall
into passions little death
Ahh the serenity that follows
Soo calm and at peace
in the cozy nest of your warm embrace
Listening to your deep breathing as I drift into slumber
I know I am home
10.07.21
// i cannot write happy syllables anymore
the need to create a change
is fuelling literature in the insides
of my naive skin
i collect unwritten prompts
from dearth to abundance
surviving to healing
criticising to normalising yet
the same broken heart
yearning to be seen
yearning to be heard
a happy memory
turns into a sad paradox
a form of love
turns into a crushing sonnet
a piece of me
turns into a fragmented verse
i want to write about
the things that matter to me
but everytime i hold a pen
i cannot help but bleed ink
and this is how you
will remember me
a compilation of laughs
an independent self conscious poet
who cannot help but bleed
who cannot help but seek
seek for dead warmth
poetry was never about lying
never about fantasies
or love
poetry has always been
an amalgamation of defaced truths
underlying words
and urged screams
Rabid desires, blamed on testosterone;
vicious thoughts, in games of oneupmanship,
fuelling passions, turning heart to stone,
remorselessly tighten on soul their grip,
oblivious to tears that slowly drip.
The face in the mirror loses lustre,
resembling now, a demonic creature,
deadened to soft, subtle voice of conscience,
man of the world, in truth a predator,
forging with evil, shaky alliance.
02-May-2021
recognition that cause of agitation is stagnation
fear of freedom keeps us in ego fetters bound
resonation with love offers instant liberation
desires birth thoughts as cause and effect
manifesting our here and now earth life reality
why blame destiny if quality of desires be suspect
conditioned to believe we are merely mind body
we fritter away our life in pursuits self-serving
animal urges fuelling thought forms shoddy
in our dying moments we feel deep remorse
realising that love alone real which we stifled
contemplating thus we yet shift not our course
knowing that joy eternal not in domain ephemeral
we yet strangely still choose to indulge therein
instead of reclaiming our divinity eternal
head and heart misaligned we suffer
melded with throb of love we are aglow
why then oh hermit do we choose stupor
silence and stillness unveils bliss magnetism
whilst thought spirals contract our being
illusionary are ego spawned chasms
awareness immediate and intimate
flowing with each heartbeat and breath
if we but vaporise lower mind in stillness sedate
16-April-2021
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