THIS is 3.5 years into Hell.
Everything you know is now gone.
And the man with one leg; across the street
is screaming about Jesus Christ.
The sun is setting.
the smell of fires aready in the air.
how heavey air.
And the smell? Of burning children.
of burning children.
:: 02.05.2024 ::
In shadowed grace, she strolls, a nocturnal nymph
Through skies devoid of veils, a celestial realm;
Where shadows dance with radiant gleam,
her gaze, the nexus of obsidian and beam.
Softly hued to an affectionate glow,
Denied to the ostentatious light of day…
Denied to the ostentatious light of day,
She seeks solace in the moon’s ethereal sway.
Her touch, a whisper on the sleeping grass,
Waking dreams where slumbered wonders pass.
With moonbeams spun, her gown begins to flow,
A luminous cascade where secrets softly grow.
Whispers of starlight paint her raven hair,
And stardust paints a map across her stare.
No mortal path her footsteps shall confine,
She treads the velvet edge where shadows twine.
A hidden queen in her celestial reign,
Where stars bow low to greet her whispered name.
So let her wander, veiled in twilight’s grace,
A nocturnal nymph, in this ethereal space.
For in the hushed and moonlit hours untold,
Her truest beauty, free from day, unfolds.
2395 Years Later
Denied to the ostentatious light of day,
She seeks solace in the moon’s ethereal sway.
Her touch, a whisper on the sleeping grass,
Waking dreams where slumbered wonders pass.
With moonbeams spun, her gown begins to flow,
A luminous cascade where secrets softly grow.
Whispers of starlight paint her raven hair,
And stardust paints a map across her stare.
No mortal path her footsteps shall confine,
She treads the velvet edge where shadows twine.
A hidden queen in her celestial reign,
Where stars bow low to greet her whispered name.
So let her wander, veiled in twilight’s grace,
A nocturnal nymph, in this ethereal space.
For in the hushed and moonlit hours untold,
Her truest beauty, free from day, unfolds.
:: 02.05.3663 ::
In the hush of morn’s embrace I tread,
Where love and grace, a cosmic thread,
I stroll midst fields of earthly lore,
A shepherd’s heart, a sacred core.
Each soul I see, a cosmic spark,
Eternal echoes in the dark,
In joys and sorrows, love’s refrain,
I find a strand that won’t wane.
On rolling hills, in meadows wide,
A dance divine, a universe to guide,
Lilies bloom, and sparrows trill,
In every heartbeat, a cosmic thrill.
Forgiveness, like a gentle shower,
Washes away sin’s gripping power,
A river flowing, deep and free,
Through every heart, my grace, you see.
In humble homes and bustling streets,
My presence lingers, love repeats,
Acts of kindness, pure and true,
The path that leads to skies of blue.
The broken, lost, and weary soul,
I hold them close, make them whole,
Mending wounds with tender care,
A Savior’s love, beyond compare.
Let your light shine, a radiant beam,
In the grand design, a vibrant dream,
The tapestry of grace unfold,
My love in every story told.
Embrace the truth, the way, the life,
Banish hatred, anger, strife,
In every step, in every voice,
Hear my whisper, the soul’s rejoice.
In the pages of this verse divine,
A timeless message, a sacred sign,
Love one another, as I love you,
In this eternal, boundless view.
02.05.2024
In a glen where moonlight weaves its gentle spell,
A fairy court in secret, where tales of love do swell.
With wings of iridescence, they gather ‘neath the trees,
Loving fairies enchanted, dancing in the evening breeze.
Their laughter tinkles like a stream in sweet delight,
As they weave a tapestry of dreams in the soft moonlight.
A mortal man, a gentle soul, stumbles upon their glade,
Captured by the magic, in love’s enchantment laid.
Fairies with hearts so tender, wings of gossamer grace,
Flutter ’round the mortal, a smile upon each face.
They whisper words of wonder, weaving spells so sweet,
As love blossoms in the moonlit glen, a dance of hearts complete.
He, a mortal dreamer, lost in their embrace,
Entwined with fairy magic, a love so full of grace.
The fairies’ laughter mingles with his heartbeat’s song,
A serenade of enchantment that lasts the whole night long.
United in the moonlight, a tale of love unfolds,
A human man embraced by fairies, their story to be told.
In the glen where dreams are spun, beneath the stars above,
Loving fairies and a mortal man share a timeless love.
:: 02.01.2024 ::
WE are all victims of humanity
to each a personal defeat
fallen upon our knees
Singing praise while
our blood drains ~
We accept this reality
while upon this heavenly rock
amnesia prevails / forgetting
what are we \ we accuse fantasy
while standing upon rock.
:: 02.05.2024 ::
Notes:
The depth of emotion and existential reflection conveyed in my poem titled “Ghuilgul” reflects where I am now in Life.
My use of succinct and evocative language contributes to the contemplative atmosphere, exploring themes of human vulnerability and the collective experience of suffering.
The opening lines, “WE are all victims of humanity / To each a personal defeat,” immediately draw attention to the shared struggle of being human.
The imagery of falling to one’s knees and the juxtaposition with singing praise while blood drains suggest a complex interplay between vulnerability, sacrifice, and a sense of duty or devotion.
The phrase “We accept this reality” encapsulates a resigned acknowledgment of the human condition, emphasizing the inevitability of facing challenges and defeats. The reference to a “heavenly rock” introduces a spiritual or cosmic dimension, adding depth to the existential contemplation within the poem.
The use of unconventional formatting, such as slashes and backslashes, adds a visual and rhythmic element to the poem, enhancing its artistic and abstract qualities. If you have ever been a reader of me you would know this. The repetition of the phrase “while standing upon rock” creates a circular structure, emphasizing the cyclical nature of human experience and the enduring challenges faced by individuals and society.
The title “Ghuilgul” adds a mysterious and enigmatic quality to the poem, inviting readers to explore its meaning and connections to the themes presented.
“Ghuilgul” stands as a thought-provoking and introspective piece that captures the complexity of the human experience and explores existential questions with a poetic grace that resonates with the depth and nuance expected from eprobles.
I asked my love, in shadows deep,
To stay with me, our promises to keep.
Do not go dark, my heart implores,
For in your light, my soul restores.
How gentle is love, like whispered sighs,
A melody that beneath the moonlight lies.
Yet anger creeps within our final breath,
As we face the cold embrace of death.
How best women and men depart,
In the dying light, a work of art.
They rage against the encroaching night,
A symphony of souls taking flight.
In the depth of darkness, they strive,
Dying against the odds, determined to survive.
My father, a beacon in the starry abyss,
Guiding me through life’s poignant bliss.
How we grieve in the silent night,
Wondering about love, a celestial light.
Blinding, yet tender, in its glorious might,
An eternal flame burning bright.
The night, a canvas for our sorrows,
Yet love persists, transcending tomorrows.
In the quiet hours, we find solace deep,
As memories of love in our hearts we keep.
:: 02.04.2024 ::
Upon the canvas of the velvet night,
Bright stars adorn the vast expanse with light.
Whispers of love, the night breeze conveys,
In sycamore trees, where melodies play.
Feathered minstrels, in twilight’s embrace,
“say you love me hold me tight and kiss me
Sing songs of affection, weaving grace.
Dream, oh dream, in the quiet moon’s decree,
A little dream of love, sweet reverie.
Bid “Night-ie night,” a tender adieu,
A kiss bestowed, as vows are renewed.
Hold me tight, in the shadows’ decree,
Promise to miss me, in the vast sea.
Alone, I am, in the midnight’s blue hue,
Dreaming of love that is strong and true.
Stars may fade, their brilliance withdrawn,
Yet my heart lingers, until the dawn.
A kiss, a craving, in the night’s reprieve,
Longing to linger, and sweet dreams achieve.
From dusk till dawn, the yearning persists,
A silent declaration, sealed with soft mists.
Sweet dreams, like sunbeams, shall find their way,
Chasing worries, as night turns to day.
In the realm of dreams, where realities flee,
Dream a little dream, my love, of me.
The celestial ballet, a final bow,
As stars bid adieu, fading somehow.
Yet the echo lingers, in the night’s decree,
Dream a little dream, eternally.
:: 02.01.2024 ::
“I think today, in my wandering musings, I stumbled upon a profound revelation – a delicate realization that unfolds like petals in a garden of words.”
With a measured pace and deliberate emphasis on each word:
“In my ignorance, I committed a deed, an inadvertent transgression within the sanctuary of my thoughts. A garden, my refuge, where I, with a hasty spade, unwittingly pierced the soil of language.”
The poet’s voice takes on a tone of reflection:
“Upon a letter, now damp with my unintentional sin, lay the bee! Oh, in my haste, I became the unwitting executioner. A she, a symbol of delicate existence extinguished within the folds of my impulsive act.”
There’s a pause, a moment of silence echoing the weight of the realization:
“And, in the midst of thunderous regret, I uttered, ‘Oh! I cannot, BEE!’ – a lamentation, an acknowledgment of the irreversible harm inflicted upon the fragile essence of communication.”
The poet concludes with a soft sigh, leaving the audience with a lingering sense of contemplation:
“Words, like bees, hold both sweetness and sting. In my unwitting ignorance, I broke a word, and in its fragments, I find a profound awareness.
“I think today, in my wandering musings, I stumbled upon a profound revelation – a delicate realization that unfolds like petals in a garden of words.”
:: 02.01.2024 ::
I am both Creation
and LOVE
I am both LOVE
and HATE
I am an impossible
empire of Dirt
My LIFE is
Unrepairable but precious
and how you smile always
—> What do we smile at?
Everything we have forever?
OR how those reading wonder
what we are? And what we lost!
How I love you — everyone.
History is born within
every decayed moment.
:: 01.03.2024 ::
rev 02.01.2024
raw notes:
“Amours Space” is a poetic exploration that delves into the complexity of human existence, love, and the paradoxes inherent in life. As poet; the verses carry a profound and contemplative tone, inviting readers to reflect on the intricacies of emotion and the impermanence of existence.
Overall, this is a poem of a thought-provoking and eloquent exploration of the human condition, love, and the complexities of existence.
I wish that tear to be
so pure, a true drop-see;
Innocent expression, true,
conjured from the depths of me.
A sad apple’s biting taste,
sparrow hills, burning in haste.
Yet, my dress falls gracefully,
a journey from here to a serene there.
Ageless tears witness desire,
each frame a flash, my soul afire.
I wish for rain to dance with me,
and cloud-thunder only an eye-God sees.
What I am inside always,
just me, under the gaze of endless days.
:rev: 01.01.2024:
[orig: 04.15.2014]
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