Flames that ignites
bright red at its core,
ravenous hunger linger
overwhelmed by its
hot desire and through
the night it burns,
its visible heat scorches
the skin of its next victim,
leaving a mark of sole
ownership, it kisses
endearingly seducing
in enchantment,
torturous feeling reigns
in a field of thrones caused
by a leakage of subtle
attraction,
a rose in its prime curves
and twists along these
spikes being
tormented,
suffocated,
coddled violently,
but its beautiful sight continues
to call the
Master of Silver Tongue,
Eyes of Lust and Passion
sways its prey shackling
its heart for a moment
of pleasure.
seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction
handle hinges slats panels lock and key
maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions
a trap door of revolving gates
sometimes we are framed by cemented beliefs
of what remains perspective and opinion
seeking for external validations
we fail to search for what is inside
stay on the threshold of immobility
minds need lubricating agents
rust prevention or sometimes a chisel
to determine what certainty is
a conundrum delusion of impermanence
which steals happiness and adventure
of open-minded investigation
there are moments however
when we can crawl out of a window
or simply break through walls
self-made incarceration is futile
and the chains shackling us
are the ones we crafted ourselves
They are the fruits
of our sown seeds
in the womb of life;
They are the foot-stepped
followers of today’s times
and its challenges;
They are the precious gifts
that our Creator’s love
has given us to cherish;
They are the navel travelers
whose pathway we must palisade
with love’s wisdom and guidance:-
Let us daily remind them
God has gifted them worthily
To overcome life’s challenges:-
Let us daily remind them
That in the challenges of life,
“Don’t be sorry; be aware:-”
Let’s daily African Proverb them:
“To not know is bad;
To not wish to know is worst:-”
Let us daily aware them:
NI & divine wisdom seeks liberty;
AI can deviously stream shackling:-
Remember, they are our heirs;
The blessed liberators we’ve waited for
To ensure our eyes’ mountaintop prize:-
Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave
where once these flowers never bloomed
I think the concrete angel on your stone
is lipping me a truth I've never known
Up there in heaven where you are
I could not rest like you my love
These hands were made for toiling darlin'
AND this heart was made for loving you, alone
Looks so calm here yet a storm is brewing
shackling my thoughts and rendering me sad
I think its almost time for God to close the gate
but if I hurry, maybe I can snatch you back to life ;
Up there where doves cry and Angels sigh
where flowers bloom at will on Abba's yonder sill
There is a bench for two engraved by you,
some day we'll sit there just like we used to do.
fan swirling the proverbial
not a pretty picture
all in black
the canvas covered
with no glimpses of light
chakras hidden
from root to the crown
darkness galore
from self inflicted abyss
to rock bottom
desecrated by actions and thoughts
fear guilt shame
some anger of Self
awakening from a nightmare of horrors
when asked how he got from Tibet to India
the Dalai Lama responded
"one step at a time"
my own path has been been burdened
heavy weights on my shoulders and mind
dragging me down
torn hiking boots
with barely a sole
yet hoping for soul and salvation
laces tangled
still struggling
unpolished dust
shackling desperation
gift of being down and out
present of recovery
presence change
another chance of redemption
the chains of being
are loosening
a miracle
what a year it has been
#Im_being_led
Invisible chains on my body, shackling my abilities.They said "we are molding you, crafting you, to our own like".They "said I wasn't refined enough".
They straining and enforcsing their culture into my system, was them directing my paths, mind and physic. I'm led into the great unknown to me, blindfolded, fear crippling my fragility, ravished out of my comfort zone, being refined to enforce their ethics and noms, to salvage my life and those unknown to me.
This dark world of wickedness and evil, hissing my name, waiting in the pitch black darkness, busy loading and sharpening their sharp weapons.
My spirit uprightened, accompanied by spiritual warriors, pushing me upfront: "we are behind you", they said. Fear "nothing for we are fearless ourselves", dragging with weariness, my tinny body. Sensation of courage overwhelming my spirit, forth I pierce, through dark thick and thin,
I'm escorted, by those whose greatness surpasses space and time.
#Poetic_Ink
I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking,
or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking'
By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking
in the language better known as 'clocking'
Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without a thought
that his hammer yammering rhythm of strife
mocks the beating pulse of my human heart
What a wonderful fantasy my life would be
if for one day I'd not hear his unrelenting beat
I'd be stress free if time would stand still for me
for without his gonging life would be so sweet
In solace of night, I seek sleep and close my eyes
in need of escape and retreat from earthly chore
but I cannot find a moment of tranquil paradise
for his insistent knelling peals out once more
Each quarter hour his mallet chimes out to me
but his clappers sing off key in monotonous song
Not a lyrical lullaby, but a torturous rhapsody
whose tireless verses antagonize me far too long
I'm tenacious to put an end to his wagging tongue
and shackle the swinging motion of his pendulum
Each hour of the day and night would go by unsung
Being silenced is the price paid by the meddlesome
Inevitably places have changed,
where I was born looks like an alien city to me,
it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens.
The world was younger back then.
people were more dangerous yet much kinder.
We once carried books around,
we loaded cars and pushbikes
with travel books and the poetry of adventurers.
We were old enough to be piratical.
Of course the young are always dumb,
the smarter they became the dumber we got,
it's a kind of self-shackling.
I know we early comers
belong somewhere in this world,
but we abide half-hidden and liking it.
I recognize who I was and where,
however only in lost maps
once busily crisscrossed.
Maybe I am too young to forget,
it will probably get much better
as distracting rainbows turn slowly
to blancmange.
111 known to represent intuition
Trusting yourself fully is the mission
Have you ever felt something about someone
everyone else was blinded by the gaslight
but some time passed
and turns out - YOU WERE RIGHT
How many times does that have to occur
for you to finally accept
that listening to self instead of everyone else
will keep you from living inept
In-depth we could go
diagrams I could show
of the chemicals produced when you get that gut feeling
but truly its overriding your programming, unlearning... healing
but saying it with words
that you've definitely heard
Is certainly more appealing. More revealing.
You know... Yes you know
That overpowers what you were taught
Trusting yourself is winning the war
the battles lost, can get forgot.
A twist in the Plot! You were right all along
You can't believe that they achieved a mental shackling so strong
But now its time to know
You know yes you do
No shaman can tell you better, no priest or pastor or Guru
Do not ignore your feelings
Analyze them and understand them on this mission
Breathe, look yourself in the I, and tap into your intuition
As Blue As Blue Hole
Cerulean sky kissing horizon
in lovely Lavender landscape.
Dense Indigo -Blue stream line
as Blue as Blue hole in oceanic charm.
Your sapphire eyes to blink
shackling link with my blue dreams.
I swim amd sink to drink desires
in depth of blue beauty of your lilac looks.
Me whelmed in splendor of your glance
sparkling in glory and grace through long eye lashes.
Ecstatic enchantment in gorgeous blue hue.
as Blue as Blue hole in oceanic charm.
07/31/22
Simile Contest
By Hilo Poet
Stony gray clouds of Winter’s night
Spurning Spring’s arrival
Snaring hearts in the darkness of hibernal chasms
Stubbornly rejecting wretched souls a rival’s kiss
Seasons of Doubt lasting beyond hope
Swiftly shackling yearnings of youth
Softly whispering slanderous words—
Surely all is hopeless
Steadily sinking toxic barbs
Surrender your foolish prayers
Serenades the Shallow Liar
Shall I lurk endlessly in my secret place
Surrounded by ashen walls of uncertainty
Stumbling blindly through dubious grime
Snagged by roaring reticence
Silently anticipating a response yet to come
Shall you withhold your words until I succumb
Submitting to bristled taunts
Subliminal sneers of unseen foes
Sauntering scoffs scarring my soul
Should I stand from upon bended knee
Surrendering my incessant pleas
Seeing with unveiled eyes at last
Sensing with tingling nerves the
Silence of my God of past
Spurning the end of
Seasons of Doubt
Scorned!
Tag Me
Label Me
With Derision, treat me
Liken me to a wet disgust
The scrawny dog dragged from the gutter depths.
Still I Shine.
I am Ablaze.
Adorned with fiery darts of pearly strings.
I am choosing to ignore the peculiarities
Of my confinement.
Shackling off identities of cultural definition
Put me to bed with pasquinade.
Cloth me with double portions
of traduce and slander.
Give me vilipends for a pillow
Carefully tuck me in with slur and trash
Dim the **** of my bedside lamp.
Watch me flutter my eyelid in restful slumber.
Hear me snore in gratitude.
Be sure of one thing-
My Outshining When I Rise.
This is the dawn of a new era
I am an alien to Your presumed assumptions
I laugh confidently
through my gap-teeth
and smiles fill my dimpled cheeks.
The treasure we elude
'tis locked--it is buried
Dormant, o', tower
Riddance from shackling desire,
In this siege of waking, prevailing;
As truer intentions they could slander
Dualities' consonance,
Mustered,
Past sights of treacherous oceans--
A path opens
One's guide to the cosmos
And its pathway through fires
Is one but to shed
Cindering feelings of righteousness
Out of ashes thrusting 'lighter'
Pheonix's arising,
Cleanse all thundered brethren,
Reminiscent of heaven's lightning...
They've finally succeeded
by demonizing one side
(for the sake of a vote)
and shackling your minds.
it took quite some time:
now you see ghosts
where there are none
you see racism
in every celebration
every holiday
every banner
every book
every toy
every park
every cartoon
every statue
every sign...
With every
perceived slight
you ignite.
the ghosts
that go
boo!
in your night.
Lost in tears, reason fears, and souls suffer.
Fate is a black hole, much too dark to infer.
Voice of Gabriel, resonating in a try.
Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky.
Could hear the shackling chain, end scheme
Losing ground to shed so much, too extreme.
No time for teardrops, wiping it dry.
Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky.
When gathering disperse, a stumbling soul
in this array of street-lights; persevering role
Cries painfully, and in denial to pry
Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky.
The Spinning Orbit, the divine lantern, how many more?
Dying souls are asking for help. How much to endure?
Consoling a forgotten promise, a lie
Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky.
7-13-2019
Writing challenge 1,
July 2019-
Repeating Refrain
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
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