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Lyrical Poetry

Silver lines in the sky

Peace came home, to me
While I laid in my bed
Thinking, of silver lines in the sky
   They were dancing oh so freely
While they brightly burned their light

T’was morning, birds were singing merrily
When peace came home, to me
Clothed of silver lines, that shone brightly
Such elegance, it appeased my heart
Such emmited spark,
it erased the dark

The sky was plentiful of silver lines
And peace revealed its face to me
   It was hiding itself amongst
silver lines
These silver lines in the sky
While all these clouds flew by

Suddenly these silver lines shapeshifted
And peace suddenly appeared
as a being
A gigantic one, a net of silver lines
   It walked passed me,
touching my face
It was spirit, and I was all amazed

I followed it till the vast ocean
And there, it mingled with the water –
The ocean became sprightly,
filled of peace
And in my mind I ran and plunged
Where peace I breathed
within my lungs

Peace came home, to me
While I laid on my bed
Thinking, of silver lines in the sky.

                                …

I was recently shuffling through the pages of the encyclopedia of magical creatures, and those words by the mythological Morrigan instantly fired up my inspiration to write this poem, which, compared to peace, please, is more visceral, more about the personalization of the emotions I felt on the moment where I imagined those silver lines hovering in the sky, triggered by the lines ‘peace up to heaven, heaven over earth, earth under heaven, peace in everyone’.

Categories
Lyrical Poetry

Cry It Away

Roar, scream, shout, loud –

This pain, just take it out;

Sail your heart to December

A month where you might remember

That the joy of life partakes the soul

Even within these nights where it’s cold

Cry, sob, weep, wail –

And send your sufferings to a wave

There where it will surf away

Sucked inside the whirlpools ridgeway

Casted too, through winds of oblivion

Offered to the realm of this creation

Shrivel, lament, scorch, yell –

Your feelings to you need to be felt,

Your emotions breaking away into the night

As you’ll look into the face of fear without fright

While opening your eyes when sleep commands;

Reaching out to life with your own bare hands

Roar, scream, shout, loud –

This pain, just take it out.

Categories
Lyrical Poetry

Things Abandoned

Framed from ruins – Savannah Sugar Estate
My heart can't house things abandoned
As my heart will loudly sadly crack
And what escapes would be all maddened 
With my screams piercing, tortured on a rack

It will leave my body stranded, tired
Filled of morosities and blue colors
Stuffed with shaking bones all battered 
Where not even a grey sky make it offers

A fear of bitter abandonment,
A nightmare that once became alive
Where traumatism became all significant
And where I was drowning before I could dive

My heart can't house things abandoned 
They flirted with my mind and I got burned 
Everything around me got so saddened 
And sadly coming to me I knew I learned 

I can't be a sky abandoned to itself —
Stuck between dark space and land it can't touch;
Could it be aware of its vast lonely blue lands? 
Or else, might it be asleep that too much 

But I love to see them all these places 
Abandoned, with an atmosphere of peace 
Perhaps because they are places without faces
And that nobody else is given their keys.  


   
Categories
Lyrical Poetry Narrative Poetry

Layers Of Chaos

black and white picture of pens, pencils, ruler, scissor, cutter, and folded papers scattered on table
Amidst the chaos of disorganization

When it’s Dark, I can’t see

The confusion alleviates me

My senses are in dissaray

And I am lost screaming mayday.

A light goes on, shinning brightly

But its rays beam out faintly –

I am lost on my own way

So blind in a world filled of dissaray;

A sound echo confuses my mind

Further again I am unable to find

Where’s the center of my cosmos

Within the layers of the chaos.


Busy With Organising

I am busy on my own, trying to keep up with the organization of my posts and feeds, trying to experiment with days and time of posting. When my things are not organized I am very confused with knowing what needs to be done, and I am quite unhappy with my writing activities, for as long as nothing is working as I want it to, my brain is completely shut off – I am unable to focus further.

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Lyrical Poetry Narrative Poetry

Sentimental Epiphanies

a pair of flip-flops on the beach
At the beach on a peaceful day
Strange and odd and eerie -
Just like a season 
I once knew . . . oh so well,
There where sentiments seemed sentient 
And the hours — eternal
As I longed across the rivage
Heavy hearten with epiphanies 
Of the wonderful — over waters
And under a sky not so blue
And walking on granular soils;
I waved signals to a wishing well
Eyes instilled of death and of life
Sentimental epiphanies 
Stirs the remembrance of thy shape
And I remembered of that season 
I knew . . . oh so well.