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So Late
I know,… I know,… So late,… delayed… I seem; so slow, Delayed to choose, Delayed to use, Only Delaying I abuse…
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Confession – II
I have a thing for leaving things;in ruing grief,For deep, I know,All I forsake, I can’t retrieve!I have a thing for leaving things;In silent swift disbelief,As I flee all closures I owe;All, I bereave,I have a thing for leaving things…in ruing grief,For deep, I know,The things I leave,I can’t let go… I have a thing…
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A Midnight Prayer
O’God our God, the God of Day,The God of all unbroken, untouched, Don’t set us crushed, Yet as we pray, as our hearts beat, delivers us from this bittersweet,unyielding, unending, dismay, O’God our God, the God of Day… O’ God our God, The God of Sky,Our God in the deepest darkest hour,Don’t let us cower,Yet as we die,Forgive us what’s…
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Letter 18: Beloved Peace
Beloved Peace, I stay, beyond “Farewell”,By sorrows, blighted by all princess of hell,I have been mocked by gods, that day I fell,To my dismay, I stay,… in misery, I dwell,In fervent ails, my wails none can foretell;My fragile bone frittered, out of my shell,Beloved Peace, Release me, Utter thine words & tell,Rid me of being,…
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Letter 17: On the doorway
Behold, my own descent, my abject descent,In Isles I do not know, and lands I cannot reign,from blissful Blessedness, towards bearing of bane,Out of the peace doorway, towards whole humility,To the fullness of futility,& perfect pain,…Fallen without an end.In silent void, broken yet by lament,a bittersweet descent,a prospect, I won’t attain,Behold, my sweet demise,Out of…
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Letter 16: A Villanelle – Elegy
Forlorn I left, and Life forthwith would cease,Except the endless elegies lamenting in my ears,As I stand bereaved from my sole perpetual peace, At end, There lies no hope or chance to seize,Forever lost all ways to laughs & cheers,For I have left, and Life forthwith would cease, I linger in abject despair, for one…
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Letter 15: To You, My Peace, My Prayer…
My Prayer;Of utter despair;ceding not, yet interceding,My Prayer; Of meeting you there,Between heart & mind,In all sweetness affined;my prayer; never receding,My Prayer;a promise of full grace & glare,through nights of lament & pleading,That you’ll leave the veil behind,With seeing, gift me: a blind,My Prayer; I’m all conceding,for having lost you mid-air,My Prayer; Thou art most…
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O’ Be Careful, Me,…
O’ Be Careful, Me—for the Life I seekThose things I chase; they are not free.I must accept, I may seem weak,& yet endure, times dreary—bleak,For the courage, and the will to be! For all I’ve known;What I’ll pursue,of riches, of knowledge, of worldly fame,I’ll deeply rue,In pains, and sighs, and aches, and shame,& of all…
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Night Talk II
Some days, I wander all the ways, then I recoil—Intently chase, along my ways, my own surrender;This knot, I find my Self forgot, how sweet & tender,Such lasting bearing & forbearing, that trail of toil.The Men I deemed unmanned so as not to spoil,The Man within, who combats sin, in weary splendour,The Man who fights’bove…
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DV III
This is one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing some with you here on my blog.I hope they reach out to you out there.Thanks for reading & support always! I am not one confounded by the dark,I rest my head…
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DV II
This is one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing some with you here on my blog.I hope they reach out to you out there.Thanks for reading & support always! One day I know I will return to dust.Then, gently turn…
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The gift of the Mendicant
Be good now, be Home..Be good in what you do;Be good for the Other,Be good for you..No matter where you roam:Be good now, be Home.. Towards none, wish ill,Towards none, harbor pain;Towards no other,shall you pile disdain,Beyond all keep this will:Towards none, wish ill… Be Happy now, as you awake,Be happy of all bygone;Be Happy…
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Letter 14: Das Ewig-Weibliche
If I could, I would’ve kissed your fears away;Drawing us on the firmament’s nightTo gleeful garish glaring day…I would’ve kept your heart in sight,I would’ve let you never fright,I would’ve kept your fear at bay…Transience would wane,In boon & bane,but you’ll remain—through my endless flight—An Eternal Light,A Dawning Day…& though, I know the Daunting Lifewould…
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Amidst My Passions;
Now I, amidst my Passions; Stand,Each day,…. Each day,Each night,The Gates of Hell upon my sight:Roaring in all ungodly might.To leave this Godless lonely land,Each day,…. Each day…The dust of time runs through my hand,As grey,…. As grey…I find,My heart searing as an Aged—unkind,Haunting the shadows in my mind,That no sainthood can alone command,They grey,….…
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The Stoic
All of this… All of this; is in my mind,All the searing, all the scaring,All the trucing all the waring;& in breaking, I am taking,All the joy, that’s left behind,All of this, is in my mind… Mindless chatters, heals yet shatters,Worrying over endless matters,Now it batters each bone, it shudderspillars, Never knew I confined,Yet all…
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Quietus: Poem II
O’God, O’God—Of Awe & Might;Have Thou let us out of thine sight? O’God, When shalt Thou take away that Gift you gave me once to strive? ‘Proaching the darkest verge of Life,On which our splendour fades away. There’s no escaping the pain we keep; That pain I keep, That’s keeping me, Unalive, Undying, Unbound, Unfree,Perpetually…
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The Shadow of God
Still can I look the sky in the eye,& Speak God “O God I know;You cannot turn to me now, & lo,To find me, then, about to die —About to Lose my Flux and Flow;About to lose my wherefore & why.But if you will, I shall not, though;I shall not seek, nor I’ll comply.Yet need…
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Quietus: Poem I
One day will come, & I will die; Though… if I can have one friend, By my own side until the end;To hold me—gently—as I die,Then mourn me, dearly, surely Imight have not chose to die at all. One day, I know, I’ll cease the fight, & quit that endless callous day, That keeps my…
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أخاف…
أخاف أن أكون…وأخاف أن لا أكون…أخاف تكرار حياة عشتهاوضياع حياة لن أعيشها…أخاف أن أحيا سدى… أخاف أن أُحِب…وأن أُحَب…وأخاف أن لا أُحَب…أو أن لا أُحِب أبدا… أخاف صمتي وأخاف صوتي…أخاف تكرار الصدى… لكل فعل فعلته ولم أفعله…أخاف نفسي… وأخاف ظلي…أخاف عمري إن جاء مضى… أخاف وجودي وحديفي عقلي…في عالمٍ ليس لي…لا أعرف إذ تركته، متى؟…
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Figura Afligida
Tonight I thought of ending things,Of waning away,In the hopes of waking upacross the break of day,Tonight I thought of ending things,Leaving the world nothing to say,Leaving the world a perfect mock-up;Of what my life failed to convey… Tonight I thought of ending things,of dropping game,For all the things I’ve done,I can never escape shame,Tonight…
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Confession – I
I have a thing for keeping things;for holding on,for knowing not,when songs should no longer be sung…I have a thing for keeping things,For aging — trying to stay young,& though I know I’ve had my lot,I still cling on,I have a thing for keeping things…for holding on,for knowing not,how to move on —how to wrong…
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The Midwife
There has been a God unknown, a Man disowned,A saint withdrawn, A sinner stoned,A newly-born, Life does untuck,through the weights of inexpression;Timeless shackles of recession,and deeming doom in every luck,The midwife’s sin remains misatoned;One Life…unendingly postponed…
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In Syncopes
I shall always return…in syncopes;I shall always return–in lesser or grander deeds, or be it me,Though times lost,and rhymes rust,and garish living turned to dust,I shall always return,through “Shoulds” and “Musts”,That bid farewell to old mein one last syncope;I shall always return,To one I can’t but truly trust.For recurring, returning to the sea;To that one…
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Letter 13: I’ve had you lost…
I’ve had you lost, and then I waste away:Unending spry & rosy days unmet;Praying for a second, I’d have you stay… If I would have you near, I’d kiss your fears away,But as I long & in my song I deeply forget;that I’ve had you lost, & now I waste away… I led my Life…
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Letter 12: Circle
Circle is the God—the Eye:The way I’ve known youunknowing why…Circle, being centered, there,Every time and every whereon the earth & in the sky;Circle, where reside, the “I”,Having been unbound at all,Lingering only in your Soul.In your heart you hold each sphere,Knew I, Genesis bloomed in here,& that God is drawing nigh—Circle in each cheer or…
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Letter 11: Tell Me Where
Tell me where all songs are sung,all winters—gone, and prizes—won,Where springs are sprung;Is it a place where she’s not there?!Just tell me where,& I’ll seek her… Tell me where all Loves are sprout,Where exiled doubtwon’t find a routeto creep again within or without;Is it a place where she’s not there?!Just tell me where,& I’ll stay…
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Letter 10: Sources
I leave to linger through my only course,the course from you, through you, to turn to you,For, you’re so much my haven as my source, I come & kiss your fears; unclosing all our doors,Like a flower unfolding when blooming is due,& if I’ll leave, I’ll linger through my only course, & if I’ll leave:…
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Letter 9: What Shall I Do When I Miss You
What shall I do when I miss you,but miss you more?!To kiss those winds that do kiss you,Kiss every sore, What shall I do except to wait,As you fall asleep,To kiss it as it kisses you late,Until it kisses you deep, What shall I do as your charms unfold,in silent delight?But to tell a story…
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Letter 7: If I Summarized
If I summarized all success in Life;I would only call your name:All the fortune and the fame,All—a drop to how you strive… If I summarized all the world’s grace;I would only draw your smile:Heeding decades in a while,A picture of my safest place… If I summarized all what’s divine;I would age telling of your soul:How…
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Letter 8: My Love… She Fears…
My Love, being herself, she fears,Does she not know how much she’s dear?How much I’ve sought her all these years!How well I sleep—knowing she’s near, My Little Love, herself, she keeps,Until her panic lurks and creeps,& though I know, for I am so,I cannot soothe her as she sleeps,O’how I’d hug her pains away,every night…
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Letter 6: A Song of Absence
If I have known that then, you may return,I would do everything— every deed I know,Instead of staying here alone to burn… I’d write a thousand line ’bout how I yearn,or wipe away all words I wrote ago,If I have known that then, you may return… If all your absence reasons, I could discern,I would…
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جواب 5: أحملُكِ سراً جلياً
أحملُكِ سراً جلياًأحملُكِ سراً في قلبٍ غَدىَيقرأكِ في كلَّ الأحيانِإذْ يَعلمُ أن رؤياكِتُحيي ذاتي كل أوانِأه، يا مهدي وهلاكييا كَنزَ العمرِ و الآنأحملُكِ فوقَ إدراكيفوق الباقي و فوق الفانِ أحملُكِ حتّىَ لُقياكِحتّىَ و إن بَعُدَ اللُقيانِأحملُكِ لكن إياكِأن تَنأي عَنْ قلبي الآن قلبيِ يَقتادُ على مُحَيَّاكِمُبتهِلاً كَمَا الرُهبانِأحملُكِ و كُليَّ إيمَانِ أنَّكِ تَحمِلينني الآنخالقةً مِنْ يومي غدَأحملُكِ طَوال…
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Letter 4: I want to know you
I want to know you;Like all beautiful things are known,like winter’s wind kiss,and like a summer sun burn,I want to know you;How you ache & how you yearn,How you linger, how you miss… I want to know you;Like all quiet things are known,Like a deeply focused mind, and like a pondering presence,I want to know you;How you pierce into each essence,How, in…
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Letter 3: Larger than Life
My heart are you as large enoughas my beloved be?She smiles embracing all the earth,and every lake and sea;She utters all warmth when she blooms,& turns her eyes towards me;My brightest futures looms,That which her laughs foresee.My dearest is larger than Life,Larger than all the laughs and tears,My dearest is larger than Life,Larger than all…
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جواب 2: أعلم أنني أعرفكِ
أعلم أنني أعرفكِ قبلَ الآن،قبل عمرٌ مضى وعمرٌ يمضي،قبل الأبدِ، كُنَا ذاتاً وكَياَن… قبلاً كنا نعيماً يسكنه روحان،شاديان الوجد بألحانِ الصمتِأعلمُ أنني أعرفكِ قبلَ الآن، إن خٌلق المرءُ منقسمٌ نصفان، لكنتِ متممتي، ونقيض نقيضي،قبل الأبد، كنا ذاتاً وكيان… لو باحَ القدرُ لي بذاك السلوانلكُنتُ رَكَعْتُ خشوعاً تامَ الحمدِأعلمُ أنني أعرفكِ قبلَ الآن، أن القلب في بعدك…
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Love Letter I
So, I shall love you,Hence, in the wildflowers,Each of the passing hours,rows back to where you lie,in every sea & sky..Oh, those loves we forgo,if we bethink we know,which Loves are destined to grow,& which are doomed to die…Yet I shall love you nigh,until ages devour,the life of every flower,& in the infinite lifetimeswithin the…
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Dismay is Godsend…
Going by, day by day;each, inescapably, does end.I meet that bittersweet dismay,& shake despondency — my friend,For I’m a man of dust & clay.Of shattered dreams & hopes misspent.Of hoping, dreaming, must I pay,or of my limits stay contend,But choose I pave my frontiers way,& choose I break yet to transcend.For much as ache they…
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Raghse Zarrat
I wake no more,For I have been awaken,& I, too, forsake the door,I, too, the one forsaken;Leaving myself to myself,Through blood and bone— alive alone.I contemplate my core;The soul within my soulof which I say no more.For I have been utteredA word — a dawn,— alive alone.Unto the world of God & Man,unto the chaos,…
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Megalomania
So, can’t I but do rejoice in ever-being self-made Be it a wolf or a lamb, Or a silence, or a voice. I am nothing but the choice!
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DV VII
This is one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing some with you here on my blog. I hope they reach out to you out there. Thanks for reading & support always! Divine Villanelle VII I am the Word saying, a…
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Katarina
Perhaps I should have shattered my cocoon,& pondered deep what I have discerned,& kissed your reflection on the moon;not whispering you a long goodbye.Perhaps the parting came too soon;Perhaps our moon song’s doomed to die,& sway your affections for mine — unreturned.That can’t but to the death of love attune,& quaff the harsh moral so…
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A Note to Self: August 18th
Going by, day by day;each, inescapably, does end.I meet that bittersweet dismay,& shake despondency — my friend,For I’m a man of dust & clay.Of shattered dreams & hopes misspent.Of hoping, dreaming, must I pay,or of my limits stay contend,But choose I pave my frontiers way,& choose I break yet to transcend.For much as ache they…
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DV I
This is the first one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing the first with you here on my blog. I hope they reach out to you out there. Thanks for reading & support always! Divine Villanelle I I’ve sought you…
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The Glory of Icarus – I
Fly not too high, too close to sun;You know you are my only son.Remember that neither you are— nor shall you be,as near & far as Love can be;light years from sea,light years from sun.My Son, you are… my only one. But one you are — of bones & blood.My son, alone, you are no…
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Making Sense
I cannot but remind myselfof thine sweet forgetfulness.I cannot but engulf the starts and make the stars shine again.I cannot but depart into an eternity of my own creation,& whisper God againof my own vocation,& my utter fullness.Wish I but can’t except remind myself,of the God uttered when disappearedwith all the screams I’ve heard &…
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Melissa
I’ve been to the prairies.& on the faintest hour,A love remembered as sour.& ‘pon the wings of fairies,my memories does it scour.A vision bittersweet, from which I can’t, but cower;A weakening peck of powerof one truthful deceit,Crouching to dread — devour.Incensing intensely,Condensing immensely,‘pon fields of crimson a flower,& sweetest roses just as supple.as thine sultry…
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Shoshanna
Come as I come unto the light;I’ve been a lonely long goodbye.I’ve wandered far this weary way.Doomed but to always live & die.Come to the tuneful arching tonight, Come to this aching sultry day,Come on the journey of sweet stray,& let me let your embrace caress my sky.& let me leave my kisses sleep upon…
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Beating to the End
Being upon my timely yore,Laid back, then, one lovely lore,Which if known would obscureEvery chance of ill & cure.But does deeply rest in clay,& in hearts through night & day. Held through the walls of wombTo the biding halls of tomb.& beating at the edge of craze;reaching, leaving, stops & ways.Beating at the shores of…
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Anna
Into the unravelings of God,I have seen you unfold;I have known you as told.Much as I right now know.You should now somehow go.You should just somehow leave.Much as God disappears.Where there’s no doubts, or fears,or pain, or disbelief.But pray rememberof my nature, & my voice,& my writings, & my tidings. As I bear you wonder,awe,…
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Letter II: Saudade
I have missed you, Longer than you’d ever know; Bitter much, that phantom touch, of the Lack of your afterglow. & much as I have come to learn, & much as I have come to find; Knowing only — lorn and lonely. Only for you do I yearn, In my horrid hell of mind, I…
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Maude
You are not what you may seem.Deep into this captive thought, In the bleak of time, was brought,Shadows despondent, distraught,of a dark and distant dream.You are not what you may seem,Yet you know how much before,Fought, I, at the heaven’s door,Long to gaze at you once more,Losing lifetimes for a gleam.But you’re not what you…
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A vow to end all Silence
I am neither alive nor dead.I am the wave that sets behind.I am those words you left unsaid.I am neither alive nor dead.I am the mist that clouds your mind.I am the weary starry sky.Though may it be alive, seems dead.& in the wild I stopped my tread —To ask if Love has caught your…
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Upon Bangor Mountain
There is a voice that I can not deny,Coloured into the hues of a lullaby.Denying everything;All the joys and the nothings,all the symphonies of the passers-by. There is a voice that shall not die —Whispers into each goodbye,screaming hellosunto a starless sky of blues.Uttering breeze of a bashful muse.Then unto the doves of a budtime…
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Night Talk
At last! I come in soot and sweat,In rust, in mud and dust and blood,I come half alive, half dead;Yet cursed as much as blessed by God.I come at last to rest my head.at last, I rest,and tell myself I did my best… At last! I come unfettered by regret,Untriumphant, yet unbroken,Half conquering, half conquered,with…
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A Masque for the Four Seasons
Winter passed & so will spring.It’s a solitary thing;Watching seasons go on by.Knowing — one day you will die;Such a dreary thought to think! Made for Love and worshipping,Spring was always true and new,singing songs known by a few.It wore the shrine of the divine,Bearing love, out of Goodbyes,Kissing answers to all whys,For what winter…
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Stigmata
Arise, Arise O’ morning wind;and speak of rain, of abject painof searing stars — of godly wars,and all the wicked men who sinned,and blow the sons of Man and God,and all who dare transcend my blood,and fill my cage, and feel my rage,and tell me — one more time — I’m God. Arise, Arise, unsheath your…
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Winter Ghosts
Because we choose the Loves we lackNot those we dare to act;Because we pick the loves we wantNot those that keep us intact; Because we travel ages backWe seize to find ourselves;Because the future do us tauntWe seize to be ourselves;& over time we cease to see —the ones we meet are much as we.&…
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The Son of Man
There must be time where this began; When I became, as spoke my name — the son of Man. There must be time where all ends meet, where all would pass, break, and beat, Where endings die, the day they greet the renaissance of Man. — There must be time where this began; Where I…
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Letter I: I still feel you — a ghost inside my heart.
I still feel you — a ghost inside my heart. I still stumble at your portrait and stray, Then wonder how I loved you at the start.
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Do not open the seal
Do not fall in love; do not feel. Do not listen nor watch nor think. Do not tell yourself it’s real. Do not sleep nor rest nor blink. Cower in each wound and bruise, If stricken by that wretched muse. Veil in the shadows of your soul. Fight through the fall. Fight through the fall. Refrain,…
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Fareeda
I wage the war against your demon’s reign; & fight in you, with you through the unsaid. I claim your heart and claiming is my bane. I barter lives leaving my breath to wane. I utterly trade thine by mine instead. I wage the war against your demon’s reign. I kiss despair goodnight to welcome…
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Mila
Between the lashes of your eyes, You captured Love wildly; You spawned the doors of trust. You paved the hells of lust, and approached my heart childly. That when — into the darkest hour — you bloomed out of my barren earth, auguring that everlasting spring. That age of ceaseless worshipping, a ceaseless glow, and flow,…
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Theresa
The heart in me burning; the aching, the yearning, the caring, the searing, the scheming, the turning. The heart in me burning. The self in me daring; the drearing, the bearing, the warning, the scorning, the tearing, the smearing. The self in me cheering. The heart in me praising; the raising, the razing, the aching,…
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Gnossienne No. 1
Hidden, that stairway well; That stairway led to hell. That speaks of runes — old, Of a curse you’ve to unfold, Of what you dare not tell — That stairway led to hell. The “You” I used to sow, That I believed I know Has otherworldly pain, That I unseal in vain. That “You” in…
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Camilla
Unknowingly, Out of my omniscience, I rob, Your presence out of Life, I wandered lonely till I stop, Unto that lyrical strife, Unknowingly, your essence touched mine — all that was hollow, My deepest dormant effervescence; That whispered down:”No tomorrow” Unknowingly, I conquered the self in me subsiding, the maelstroms in my residing. Unpurposefully, I’m conquered,…
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Aria
O’ Music, Only when you strum my threads, Vibrating into the fragrance of our decadence; unto the evening night treadings, within thy floral hues, and thine earthly cues. Blessing the heavenly and mundane weddings, O’ Aria, Sweet, Our time does fleet into the racing searing heat. A beating heart into the flawless memory Out of…
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Lucia
& because thy Love lights; out of the lips of thine firmament, surrendering the lust of the world to meaning. I’m still instilled in thine each endless fold, in thine story, none dared, knew, nor told. Through thine exuberance, my misery’s convening; an immensity rendering my morning permanent, out of my starless nights. Because thy love lights; lingeringly kissing my own…
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A Conversation Within
Have my way, transcending into me, A whimsy, must we stay dreadfully — obscure into an esoteric song, a prayer to a lonesome sea That pours out of a forlorn — forlorn shore, That pours out of a secret— secret door Into thine myriad spirit, thine dreary sea, Into thine forgetfulness, thine secret that I be. I…
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A demon at the back
With the infinitude I teem, & all the resolve that I bred. A demon, there, that deep despair, at the back of my head. A whisper to which my soul hangs by a thread. A demon, there, at the back of my head. An evil, there, in the folds of my mind. dissolving myself behind; into…
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Ever-veiled
Here I am, weltering between turns of day; arousing to the dawn of your visage, conforming to the afternoons of your Loss. Having been cured innumerably, But fading into the dust of chance & surrender Burning into a thousand torrent of a fountain — strained out of your heart unto mine a spring turning stardust…
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Isabelle
Entice my heart as well, & tell thine sultry secrets much as I come to tell. For I trust the hands of time, That sent you back subsidingly sublime; Unto my tireless tides, within my eventual autumn, & upon my imminent sunset, my demon hides. I cast my dreary rhymes, To wipe away all unborn stains…
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To be a “God”…
With every day that’s born, With all the wuthering tides; My passion is reborn; My Love once more abides, And I, I’m a new star soaring high, I… I rose beyond the furthest sky, Beyond the stars, beyond the clouds, Beyond the lonely withering crowds, I took the road less traveled by, They may rumble,…
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Allegory
O’ I’d leave you at a standstill; Fatherless — orphaned at infanthood. I’d leave you — not at will; Severed, estranged, misunderstood, In a life, you won’t fulfill. & even if you would, they would do you no good. O’ my son if I could unbear you then I would, & leave you — ink…
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Clementine
I will become the one you need someone to be, & though I tend to condescend. I self-efface myself in thee. O’ Clementine, O’self-same me. I will become the one you need someone to be. I will become, & in the process of becoming I shudder. All the ones, I am, I scatter. All the ones, you…
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The purpose of Life
To stay, while searching for home. To roam the streets of intricacies, & the alleys of intimacies, & never lose home, while losing way. To find, The ones within yourself. To embrace & to kiss each insurmountable distance, & to conjure subsistence out of void. To face the demons, you avoid. While pack all what…
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Storm stroke… [A prayer… by a pagan to an unknown God]
Close your eyes… Visualize a storm… The vast sky is sucking up all the courage that’s left within your heart… The shades of light are battling with the vast clouds… Just like your cheeks are battling with the air that strike it as harsh as waves would hit the rocks… & smell of the air…
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The Happy Hour
Cease not to seize the happy hour passing by; Those, who drench all the marrow of today, own tomorrow. Sail deep, until Life’s own horizon turn nigh. Sigh every breath of death — each unending “Goodbye” & breathe the birth of each “Hello” — each new tomorrow. Cease not to seize the happy hour passing…
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I shall meet you
Faraway, From those times I used to love; From the times I used to laugh, & those lonely nights where all the best of yesterdays laid in tomorrows. & where joy became a myth; an unspoken secret. There — Faraway, I shall meet you. Faraway, From the noises, From the noisy rhymes & noisy times…
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Song of a Wanderer
Tell me the reasons why; my life is just a sigh within thy breath. Tell me the reasons why; I can no longer die If it’s thee I miss. I can no longer kiss the watchful moon goodbye. I can no longer hug The sleepy sun passing by. Tell me a reason why; I can…
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Nina
Alas, So mortal is thine sublime kiss, So lethal, so heinous, so divine. O’ mystic miss; O’ wanton wine. Cease not to sway Till be naught of today, Till be naught of tomorrow. Sway off all unbelief, Sway off all the sorrow, Sway deep within each virtue or vice. Thine temperate Life be thrown — a…
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Sophie
Then let us dance, & let me touch Eternity at a glance, & strip our souls of time, & then we lose our sins; Embracing a sea sublime, unleashing every god within, & sway Divinity in a prance, Let us dance. If you are who I see you are, Then let us dance, Eye-to-eye —…
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Letter XXV “The Last Letter”
“Unconscious Beauty” were those times, Unconscious as you are, The times I was nearest to you As those when I was far. Unconsciously yours, unconsciously mine, Unconsciously were those moments — divine, Unconsciously I stole, Time from my time, Mind from my mind, Heart from my heart, Unconscious that my love will your reason forestall. Unconscious that…
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Letter XXIV
Take heed of the distance that detaches sun & moon, & tell of such distance your heart. Take heed how this goodbye may seem so soon, ceasing a chance for a start. Take heed that this—this Love—comes for free. Take heed I strive to become me; Strive to become as my mind falls apart. Take…
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Silence
Silence fell like grains of wheat that throngs the fields of gold. Her verve was stirred by her defeat Leaving her voice, wavering — discrete In hells that burn, in hells so cold; In tears of pains so much untold. Her silence was her last reply, & replies were a fate — a must, What…
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Annemin Şarkıları
Like blades would cut, Like a hundred prayers may rise to God, Every prayer, with an empty stare, Keeps fighting the smokes of despair, In wars that only prayers can bare, In wars, where souls… have flesh & blood. In wars, of flesh & bones & laughs & moans, & dawns may alter after dawns,…
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Fatal
Life of my Life, Soul of my Soul, I am experiencing a self much more than me. I am becoming of one heart, of one mind… Yet of one heart, & of one mind have I been split into half, & into half, I’ve lived so far. So far have I not been through thee. So…
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Dor
{Inspired By “Song From A Secret Garden” } Definition: Dor (Romanian): Longing for someone you love very much, combined with sadness, and the need for singing sad songs (Romanian contemporary Language-Romania) -its etymology belongs to “dorinta” which means wish. It’s impossible to translate. It conveys too much meanings, thoughts, and feelings. Speak all your words,…
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The Prayer
Once have I heard some strain so sweet, Of tongue known not, to ears of men. Some tales where life and lore may meet. A whisper, unknown from where or when. That keeps on saying; “Come back to me… Come back to me..” It sways and wavers now and then. A whisper’s born within a…
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On the Nature of Light
And, if the soul is about to know itself, it must gaze into the soul. –Plato, Alcibiades. Have I ever seen you, Darkness, conscious within mine? Have I ever roamed those dim & dreary roads of thine? Have I been thou & thou—me? Have we become what we may need to be? I know…
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Dance
Dance, & let all the stars envy the nights within you prance, Outgo the forces of distance & time & chance! Incise my skies, Chastise me but Despise despair, Unweave the eves of cleft beliefs, of hollow prayers… Still all the demons that may seal the moon within. Steal every place & space you’ll leave…
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Letter XXIII
Teach me, Perhaps my meanings are meaningless. perhaps my feelings are feelingless. & perhaps my soul is incomplete. Yet surely, there does exist Lessons, my mind can never resist nor my heart can ever conceive. May it be of a joy so bleak or a suffering—sweet. May it be of an endless cheer or fear or…
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Letter XXII
Our fate is but our choice. That makes us none but gods. Our Love is but a voice. That makes us none but God’s. —A voice of mutual belonging of wonders, thriving, thronging in the hearts of each of us. Of all the world, just us whose choices make us yearn, & with every tide…
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Letter XXI
O’ Tell me of the dream, & whisper at my feet. I am a thousand stream at which your sighs repeat. & like a million wave, in thine heart, I’m a rave; Speaking of Love, that wins at his defeat. O’ Tell me of the glory, the times you’re struck by fear. & tell of that…
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Letter XX
Ourselves are but a mirror divine where all the precious eminence dwell. So such our union; I & thine; Of Love, no man can ever tell. Of ancient songs & prayers of penitence, Of childish haste or stoical reticence, Of our creation & our salvation, Of our origin & destination, Of all the good & all…
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Letter XIX
Of all necessities should I find you lest I be the Man I need not be. Of all the Life’s, ours is the best. As may we meet, thee & me. So I find you must, my faith & trust, through waves & raves & quakes & gust, through mist & mirk & haze &…
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Letter XVIII
Into our arms, no hurts no harms Yet, Love, no brokenness can efface. Into our arms, I win & lose, & needed there, no chants no charms. I savor tastes as we embrace; Tastes in my soul as Love suffuse. Into our arms, a divine dose of Love into a world morose of identity in a nihilist…
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Letter XVII
Beyond the single strokes of Fate, with shrill & garish myriad causes, & reasons not known back to Man; I chant the hymn of your Love as I wait. & between the silences—the pauses, I pray to love you much as I can. & in my wait, I journey on, Accompanied—I, though I’m alone, In…
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Letter XVI
Come closer; As our moments, we highlight. Come closer; Let us stargaze through the night. Let us find us, Let us let our past behind us. & with each other’s open arms, Let us embrace the dusky charms stretching across our sight… Come closer; For my Love is hidden in nature Into the grass & the skies,…
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Letter XV
You’ll wonder why I stop, As we begin to pray. You’ll wonder how all words retreat, How they may cease, escape, or stray. As my eyes gaze at God & you —As adamant as mountains, As vivid as fountains; Mirroring each light, each hue, each colour of our prayer, That ripens in the air. Know,…
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Letter XIV
Needed, no new expression, No song, verse or lullaby. Our Love is but a question, & the answer is you & I. Now, I have stopped to love, for I have stopped loving. Like a shadow surrendering to the self from a journey in a garish day. Like that, I stop before we stray. Utterly adhering to…
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Letter XIII
In my nocturnal wait, I love you enough. As I’ve loved you & yet in my nocturnal wait, I utter more letters than all alphabet. I find more meanings between love & hate. Between good & evil, between dark & light. & in my nocturnal wait, Endlessly so wounded is my soul, Endlessly so…
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Letter XII
None knows my secret, yet I’m; None but your Love. None knows my secret, yet Ma’am; Come lay my heart with thine. For Loving you was mine, of all the roles, I’ve had. The sole role from above, That was, simply, your Love. One joy in a world so sad. For all the Love I’ve loved.…
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Self Dialogue
“All Life is yet what you may see But deep much as you try to see God in a reborn star & eternity in an eye.”
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Letter XI
I spoke about you to the youthful summer hymns, & to the ancient wrecking winter winds. I spoke of Love unknown. As I speak you, now. I spoke of a heart untorn. As I share mine, now; Two hearts — as one. Forever, unspoken of, unseen, unheard of, undone. Until, you mark the perfection of our heart.…
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Letter X
Between a duo, I rove. Between a duo, I wander. Though I deeply know; the best of history is yonder. & that our future selves will coincide once more. Just as we did, before our birth back on the days of yore. Till then but faint “Hellos” I have, so are the faint “Goodbyes”. Till then so…
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And For I am full of you
And For I am full of you, In springs & roses & trees & soothing seas only not. But in the swarming surges & nights & falls, Carving enlightenment in my heart walls. Ripening tempers & self-embers that used to rot. Empty of things I am but few. Yet those are you… & for the days…
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Letter IX
How long will ending start after starting’s end; For in waiting weary me hardly can fall or transcend? How long we’ll separately breathe if our paths are entwined; For waiting is unbearable for my psyche & my mind? Until we touch & time would be whole, & history complete. Until we cease to act at ease,…
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Letter VIII
I saw you rain I saw you gleam, A fire reflected in a stream A solitary weary wave That I would sail yet I’m not brave. But in your eyes, The stars, they guide me in disguise. Oh I dare sail, & break the secrets of your veils. & tell the moons & suns &…
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Letter VII
You spoke in a winter night—so dim To breathe out a morning’s hallowed hymn. A soothing smile from a gruesome grim Born back in time for one more start. You spoke & turned my winter blues to garish gleams & glaring hues. An unrivaled triumphant muse, To make a saint of my pagan heart. You spoke, & all misery melt…
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O’ Thou who look nature in the eye
O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, & say: “Oh why thou sky thou sky” & say: “Oh wow thou hurt me—how! Erase me or embrace me Now! Lest I fall into sweet rupture, That bitter rapture… O’ Thou who looks nature in the eye, To see all that do you mystify, To see…
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Letter VI
O’ my second self, my swooning soul, O’ fading flame; Renounced are all the words I call, knowing your name. O’ my long-lost love —O’ my absent queen; although you may remain unseen, between my sorrow & my thrill. Before we meet Oh linger still, In my wretched world as it’s always been, of dreadful death’s shattering shrill. &…
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Letter V
I’ve missed you, That I can’t deny; each thought, each feeling, each prayer, each sigh It’s you, they always align by. My darling —I. O’ me, my second self, O’ my. The only words I tell my soul, O’ me, my whole. “I’ll meet you nigh. Before my time is due. Till then I just miss…
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Letter IV
O’ My goal & cause; my sweet transpose. No matter how apart we seem, Forever till the end we’re close. & in each dispute, you remain my route. You stay, each day, my verse & prose. You stay, each day, my goal & cause; My sweet transpose. & what I trust, believe, or deem; A dream, you are within…
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The Broken Locks
The broken locks that kept him from himself at bay. The frozen clocks; It told him that he went astray. Away from grace… A traceless trace To lead him down the dreary docks. Of what he can & can’t embrace. That man who’s made of mud, & clay, & fire & rain & peace & pain &…
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Letter III
So tell me of all the cries, all the pains, all the skies, and the rains; All the “Hi’s”, All goodbyes, all the losses, & all the gains, Tell me Love,.. Quiet Love; Or let your eyes untie our chains. & tell me of all the hurries, of all delays, of all the worries, & all…
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Letter II
Before my time, I found my essence. Before my time I found you, Before love chose to wake. O’ me, my essence, O’ my quintessence. I’ve searched severely around you. A worthwhile—such an ache. Before your time, a transient lands… a whimsical lands were my times. As barren & hollow as hell. O’ me my strand, O’…
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Letter I
In my feebleness I found my life, I found my verve, I found my zeal. In my wounds, I am renewed, I’m bound, I’m cleansed, I soothe, I heal. In my grief, O vivid me, O merry me, such feelings so intense to feel. For thou art my Life in this death & if thou love me let me stay…
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Come, Gentle Night
Inspired by an amazing piece of music “Come, Gentle Night” by Abel Korzeniowski from the album “Romeo & Juliet” released in 2003. Come, gentle night, come, O’ night so silky, O’ so blushing. Let morning be gone once and for all & never re-arrive. Enjoy this “Now” for “Now” is only now so…
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Rain Princess
I am so ripped out of my ribs, So wiped out of my very presence, Drifted through thousand tidal rips, & though they can’t efface your essence, Perhaps, if once Eras collapse, Perhaps, I’ll see once more thy visage, Or, live an unending relapse, & lay beside my own heart’s wreckage, & lay beside…those wounds…
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Let me speak
Let me speak to you, a profound talk, Let our souls just take a walk. Let us reach in words the sky. Let us share us, you and I. Never let the meanings die. Never let emotions sleep. Let me find no end to your spirit, No matter how I’ve got too deep. Let me…
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Oblivion
Out of the sea the hymns of nostalgia were resonating as one Singing of a Love unto the garish skies. Out of the sea the hymns of nostalgia were resonating as one Thinking of all the wherefores and whys,
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The Holiday
It was a holiday. A journey, that stretched across the hues of the firmament & the ripples of the waves of the sea. It stretched and stretched that every space between these hues & these waves was as long as a lifetime.
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The Dance of Birth
It was a dance of bearing… It has been ages since he gave birth to a work of Art. It felt like his soul has withered long ago. & as days passed It felt like he lost his own worth… All the riches of the world would not matter if you lost the worth in…
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Into the Sea
Into the sea, thou let me be, O’transcending me O nature, Into thy surge, I roam like thee, I’m one with every creature; I am as ancient as all bygones, as all the stars that fall alone, as deep in time like you unknown, & deep beyond my time, my home; beyond those stellar…
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