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THE UNIVERSE A CLOCK-WORK GRAND

The Universe, a clockwork grand, in ticking silence whirls,
Where Nature’s hand and iron band, in endless waltz, unfurls.
Each spark, each gear, a measured dance, a cosmic ballet’s grace,
But entropy’s cold fingers prance, and steal the warmth of space.

Oh, Progress, siren of the mind, with promises so vast,
You tempt us with a future kind, a never-ending feast!
But hidden in your bright disguise, a truth that chills the soul,
For every bloom that heaven spies, a withered leaf takes toll.

The sun, a spendthrift in the sky, burns bright, then fades to gray,
His golden coins, they trickle by, to fuel the cosmic play.
And we, like moths, drawn to the flame, of innovation’s fire,
Chase phantoms in the endless game, till ashes quench desire.

An economy of endless thirst, a thimble held to sea,
Can quench the desert’s fevered burst, or drown eternity?
The laws of Nature, cold and stark, stand sentinels of time,
No mortal hand can leave its mark, no conquest can climb.

In finite fields, where shadows creep, ambition’s bloom must fade,
And lessons learned in slumber deep, beneath the stars are laid.
A world of whispers, secrets kept, in nature’s hidden lore,
Where entropy’s soft lullaby, bids chaos cease to roar.

So hush, dear soul, the siren’s song, and seek a different grace,
Where harmony and stillness throng, in Nature’s warm embrace.
Let wisdom bloom where daisies grow, in fields of sunlit peace,
And find in quiet depths below, a love that will not cease.

For in the dance of dusk and dawn, where shadows gently fall,
A deeper truth is whispered on, beyond the mortal thrall.
Not endless growth, but graceful bend, to life’s unyielding tide,
In hearts that love, and souls that mend, where passion finds its guide.

So let us live, with gentle hand, in Nature’s sacred trust,
And find in each grain of shifting sand, a love that cannot rust.
For in the hush, when shadows creep, and stars begin to gleam,
We’ll find our solace, deep and deep, in nature’s whispered dream.

:: 12.14.2023 ::


TANGLED TRANSGRESSIONS

My love, a spider’s web of sweet deceit,
Where virtue’s gaze deems passion’s touch a crime.
You loathe my shadows, yet in love’s dark heat,
Compare my blots to yours, etched deep in time.

Come, judge me not with lips that taste of lies,
Carmine stained, where vows like cobwebs cling.
Your love, a phantom, chased with hungry eyes,
Leaving hearts like husks, a hollow thing.

Let me adore you, as you crave the gaze,
Of strangers met in twilight’s sly embrace.
Plant pity’s seed within your soul’s cold maze,
Let it bloom tears when shadows paint your face.

For secrets whisper secrets in the night,
And virtue’s cloak can hide a serpent’s tongue.
So let us dance, in shadows and pale light,
Where love and sin are threads in one mad song.


GENEVIEVE

Revised: 07.16.2023 ::

Moments pass like falling leaves,
silent as hearts breaking apart,
rivers red, rumbling over blue rocks,
whisper of love from nature’s heart.

Love freely flows through clean veins,
embracing both men and women’s rights.
My parched tongue craves water’s kiss,
as fountains mingle with life’s delights.

In darkness, I write without a light,
with thoughts, passions, and desires ignite,
expressing what stirs this mortal frame,
the wonder of love in the day’s sweet light,
and the sacred flame that dances at night.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silver glow,
it creeps, merging with evening’s soft light,
and there she stands, my hope, my joy,
my precious beloved, Genevieve!

Beside an armored knight, she leans,
a statue of noble might, serene,
she listens to my heartfelt verse,
in twilight’s lingering, tender sheen.

Her sorrows are rare, few and far between,
my hope, my joy, my Genevieve!
She loves me most when I sing
songs that bring her sorrow, I believe.

I play a melancholic melody,
and sing a tale of old and deep,
an ancient, rugged song that suits well
the wild, weathered ruin it does keep.

She listens, a fleeting blush adorns her,
with lowered gaze and modest grace,
for she knows I cannot help but be
captivated by her radiant face.

I tell her of a knight who bears
a burning brand upon his shield,
for ten long years he woos and strives
to win the Lady of the Land, revealed.

I speak of his yearning and anguish,
in pleading tones, both deep and low,
through which I sing another’s love,
yet in truth, it mirrors my own woe.

She listens, a fleeting blush adorns her,
with lowered gaze and modest grace,
and she forgives me for my intense
adoration of her lovely face.

As I narrate the cruel scorn that drives
this brave knight to the edge of madness,
how he wanders through mountain woods,
consumed by sadness and relentless sadness,

Sometimes emerging from savage dens,
sometimes from the darkest glade,
and sometimes awakening abruptly
in green glades under the sun’s warm cascade.

A beautiful, radiant angel appears,
gazing into his eyes with a wicked guise,
and he knows it’s a fiend, a wicked being,
in torment’s mask, his heart belies.

Unknowing, he leaps into the fray,
amongst murderous men, he does descend,
and saves the Lady of the Land,
from a fate far worse than death, my friend.

She weeps and clasps his wounded knees,
tending to him, her efforts in vain,
struggling to expiate the scorn
that shattered his mind and caused such pain.

Tenderly, she nurses him in a cave,
where madness fades, his mind regains,
until on golden forest leaves,
a dying man he forever remains.

But when I reach the most tender part,
the sweetest strain in this heartfelt tale,
my voice falters, my harp pauses,
stirring her soul, causing her to wail.

Her emotions, senses, all entwined,
indistinguishable, yet crystal clear,
gentle wishes long suppressed,
nurtured, cherished, no longer mere.

She weeps with pity and delight,
blushing with love and maiden’s shame,
like a whispering dream’s gentle hum,
she softly breathes my beloved name.

Her bosom rises and falls with emotion,
she steps aside, aware of my gaze,
then suddenly, with timid eyes,
seeks refuge in my embrace’s haze.

Her arms encircle me in part,
with gentle, humble, loving hold,
tilting her head back, she gazes up,
her eyes revealing a story untold.

It’s love mingled with fear and art,
a bashful dance of the heart,
I feel, rather than see, the swelling
of her tender heart, a precious part.

I calm her fears, she finds her peace,
with maidenly pride, she confesses,
and thus, I win my sweet Genevieve,
my radiant and beautiful bride, blessed.


LOVE IS AWARENESS OF ONE’S HEART DEAR

In shadows of young love, a tale unfolds,
Where conscience, newborn, in affection molds.
Oh, love, in youth, unversed in conscience’s lore,
Yet from love’s essence, conscience does implore.

Soft deceiver, withhold the blame you sow,
Lest guilt, a mirror, in your sweetness grow.
As you betray, my nobler self gives in,
To base desires, my flesh’s secret sin.

A dialogue within, soul to the frame,
Love triumphs, and reason fades, a fleeting flame.
At the mere mention of your cherished name,
My spirit claims you, in love’s triumph, aim.

In pride, love’s servant, willingly confined,
To stand beside you, in fate intertwined.
Conscience, be silent, for this love I chase,
Her love, the muse, my rise and fall embrace.

:: 12.02.2023 ::


VANTABLACK

I heard a thought
fall upon a frentic street
it scurried about
it quickly looked away
I heard my heart
fall into a red abyss
it was ocean floor
it swims away

I called your name
but emptiness called back
I drew your flower
it wilted away

I see a line of life’S
and now to pick one:
where you love me

this happens everyday.
i look inside and feel sad
while my heart is vantablack

:: 12.02.2023 ::


IF YOU TAKE ME BACK (in Time)

HOW we have been here Before
i now look as then
within your eyes
and –> your skin makes me
cry \ being human /-[= A WINDOW
all life Looks Out]-
if you give me breathing holes
will i allow you to love me?
only One breath determines life
and love at any given time | i love
everything and everyone. So imagine
how many i feel each day that dies?
I always look up to the stars
more there dear
and how I love you so much it
aches _.

Jesus and Love = Eternity

:: 11.30.2023 ::


IT’s tiMe

IT’S time
to be religiously blind
it’s time
to be color blind
it’s time
to love
and time to live

IT’s time
to be considerate
it’s time
to be compassionate
it’s time
to be kind

and support a child
support a poet
support each other

it’s time!

:: 11.30.2023 ::


IF IT’S FOR REAL

 it's within my Skin

IT WAS MY ORIGINAL THOUGHT

i thought why? EVERYTHING in my
life is where I am at __ how i fell
for music, hearts, and words
}in my poetry i was abused
never had that pretty smile
or a hug < if you were me; misery
, misery, oh, yes always alone
living within a bruised face | characters
are individuals who then become friends
and like all of them they kick my face
and become paragraphs and articles
then books and then…i choose to be me
only if you love me /please never allow
days go by without challenging them!

misery –> mystery! A bad shadow around me /
she follows around \ it might just be fine
thing but not for me or my miserable soul___

:: 11.26.2023 ::


i THINK while i Am Awake & Dreaming

I hear greatest thunder from the valley below:

Love, something about her I know,
Her essence in each word she speaks,
A mystery never fully understood,
Reasons hidden, though she lifts me up,
In a way she shows me when I’m down,
Her presence is lovely, a belief profound.

When time comes around once again, like Christmas,
A Happy New Year, angels wish, it’s all so fine,
Equal love, without any fear,
The rich and poor, united in this wish,
For a year ahead, a new one begins,
Hopeful, let’s hope it’s a good one.

She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one,
In the dance of words, a rhythm profound,
Lifting spirits, like the dawn of a new one,
A season of joy, akin to Christmas,
Wishes woven, a tapestry fine,
Binding hearts together, dispelling fear.

Her voice, a melody that banishes fear,
An antidote, she’s the comforting one,
In the symphony of life, a harmony fine,
A connection that feels so profound,
Echoing laughter, a jingle like Christmas,
Anticipation, as a chapter ends, a new one begins.

In the cycle of seasons, each one begins,
A promise whispered, dispelling fear,
A celebration echoing the spirit of Christmas,
In her gaze, I find the chosen one,
A connection enduring, deep and profound,
An embrace of love, enduring and fine.

Through the tapestry of time, woven fine,
A journey unfolds as a new chapter begins,
The echoes of emotions, deep and profound,
Navigate the labyrinth, dispelling fear,
With her, I’ve found the chosen one,
In the festive cheer, akin to Christmas.

So, let’s celebrate, like it’s Christmas,
Embrace the moments, each one fine,
In the dance of life, she’s the only one,
As a new chapter of our story begins,
Banish the shadows, let go of fear,
In the symphony of love, melodies profound.

A year ahead, hopeful and profound,
In the season’s embrace, like Christmas,
Dispelling fear, love’s echo, fine,
As a new chapter of life begins,
With the chosen one, our journey one,
She’s the only one, my heart’s chosen one.

and i hear the thunderous bombs

:: 11.26.2023 ::


TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS

In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed

His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free

He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death

In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat

Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest

:: 11.25.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:

Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.

Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.

Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.

Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.

Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.

Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.

Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.

Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.

Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.

In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.