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The Quotes Garden - XIX – White
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XIX ]
White
"White.
The nature embraced my muse,
And all, of sudden, came to life;
My grave is now full of marble eyes.
White.
The saints blessed my wedding;
I could just hear who dies –
There was the bard and his muse; -
White.
The candles rise higher, such heart -
Which one trembles, craving for death?
An epitaph from leaves, to my wife –
White.
All the stars gathered to the opera,
Where everyone finally cried;
Their eyes had tears dressed in white.
White.
The silent sword shines along the ocean
As thy bliss enwraps around the ring,
With my quill blessed by God;
White.
There must be an oath, written in white;
My words flow silently, as I sing,
Touching the bowing harp of a swan –
White.
Along the wave, the sky shimmering my love;
O, beloved! Remember?! I cried –
And my head, at your chest, is listening echoes…
White.
Over this slab, an offer to God;
The incense fills my soul with joy;
My white mantle covers a muse.
White.
Take my hand, beloved one,
- And walk along this beautiful path,
Leaving this world covered by peace!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XIX ]
White
"White.
The nature embraced my muse,
And all, of sudden, came to life;
My grave is now full of marble eyes.
White.
The saints blessed my wedding;
I could just hear who dies –
There was the bard and his muse; -
White.
The candles rise higher, such heart -
Which one trembles, craving for death?
An epitaph from leaves, to my wife –
White.
All the stars gathered to the opera,
Where everyone finally cried;
Their eyes had tears dressed in white.
White.
The silent sword shines along the ocean
As thy bliss enwraps around the ring,
With my quill blessed by God;
White.
There must be an oath, written in white;
My words flow silently, as I sing,
Touching the bowing harp of a swan –
White.
Along the wave, the sky shimmering my love;
O, beloved! Remember?! I cried –
And my head, at your chest, is listening echoes…
White.
Over this slab, an offer to God;
The incense fills my soul with joy;
My white mantle covers a muse.
White.
Take my hand, beloved one,
- And walk along this beautiful path,
Leaving this world covered by peace!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
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"The Quotes Garden"©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
The Quotes Garden - XVIII – Last wish
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XVIII ]
Last wish
“Stay.
With me – the dying one
Who takes away your joy
Without the longing whisper;
Stay.
A moment – before I’m gone,
Without to even ask you, muse,
Where’s the cradle of a little boy; -
Stay.
And beat – a pulse within a twister;
The last one finding and excuse
For such a sudden leaving…
Stay.
To feel; to sigh; to mourn;
I’ll be right there – right there!
- Near this tomb.. and gently, waving…
Stay.
And dream; then let it float away…
For this last minute, I was born;
For this last one, - for you, so rare;
Stay.
With me, beloved. Let me mourn…
I’ll take your hands over my chest,
For all the tears that you are saving;
Stay.
And let me be. A memory…
Another story written in a hurry;
- But let me keep your glare!..
Stay.
A sigh; - the last one, out of worry,
My dying wish, one minute more
Before to take last breath of air –
Stay.
Your eyes – these sparkles crushing emery –
What torns my heart in such a heaving,
- Mirroring the core for which I’m grieving?..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XVIII ]
Last wish
“Stay.
With me – the dying one
Who takes away your joy
Without the longing whisper;
Stay.
A moment – before I’m gone,
Without to even ask you, muse,
Where’s the cradle of a little boy; -
Stay.
And beat – a pulse within a twister;
The last one finding and excuse
For such a sudden leaving…
Stay.
To feel; to sigh; to mourn;
I’ll be right there – right there!
- Near this tomb.. and gently, waving…
Stay.
And dream; then let it float away…
For this last minute, I was born;
For this last one, - for you, so rare;
Stay.
With me, beloved. Let me mourn…
I’ll take your hands over my chest,
For all the tears that you are saving;
Stay.
And let me be. A memory…
Another story written in a hurry;
- But let me keep your glare!..
Stay.
A sigh; - the last one, out of worry,
My dying wish, one minute more
Before to take last breath of air –
Stay.
Your eyes – these sparkles crushing emery –
What torns my heart in such a heaving,
- Mirroring the core for which I’m grieving?..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
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"The Quotes Garden"©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
online today!What I see!
What I see!
Who holds this world in his hands?
Who?
Not I? Not you?, then who?
The world will never be us,
Why?, because,
We WILL be gone, won't be long,
Tomorrow will start anew,
The same game will reignite,
For Millennium worlds have died
no one wrong, no one right,
It's all in the game, it's always
the same,
Imagination makes this creation,
and we do it constantly,
Understanding..... is the Key!
Who holds this world in his hands?
Who?
Not I? Not you?, then who?
The world will never be us,
Why?, because,
We WILL be gone, won't be long,
Tomorrow will start anew,
The same game will reignite,
For Millennium worlds have died
no one wrong, no one right,
It's all in the game, it's always
the same,
Imagination makes this creation,
and we do it constantly,
Understanding..... is the Key!
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Posted: Oct 2022
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I’m Safe In The Light! (Meditation)
Midday or midnight
A motto I live by,
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!
What’s under my bed?
Some creature I dread
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!
These shadows I see
‘Til shallow I breathe
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!!
Those critters that creep
And nip at my feet
I’M SAFE IN HIS LIGHT!!!!
The monsters that growl
And upset my bowels
I’LL STAY IN THE LIGHT!!!!!
When jitters make sleep
But a sliver less deep
I’LL WAIT FOR THE LIGHT!!!!!!
Sun? Moons’ made a clearing
So hasten appearing
MAKE SAFE IN YOUR LIGHT!!!!!!!
A motto I live by,
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!
What’s under my bed?
Some creature I dread
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!
These shadows I see
‘Til shallow I breathe
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!!
Those critters that creep
And nip at my feet
I’M SAFE IN HIS LIGHT!!!!
The monsters that growl
And upset my bowels
I’LL STAY IN THE LIGHT!!!!!
When jitters make sleep
But a sliver less deep
I’LL WAIT FOR THE LIGHT!!!!!!
Sun? Moons’ made a clearing
So hasten appearing
MAKE SAFE IN YOUR LIGHT!!!!!!!
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Posted: Oct 2022
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Comfort for those who need it. What is life but light and darkness? Choose. Just a few moments, hrs, days more, then the dawn…embrace it wholly!The Quotes Garden - XVII – Epitaph
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XVII ]
Epitaph
“In the hidden grave, I’m sitting
Without any dreams around me,
Nor with thoughts to rise and be
Like this silver quill, and knitting
Tick!..
Only silence that surrounds me
Is the one who’s softly fitting
In this moment where I’m splitting
Everything, to let her be
Tack!..
Slowly, slowly, seems I’m getting
What is happening to me; -
While this grave, an empty quitting
Of such life – above, that waits me;
Tick!
Earlier, as someone dragged me
Out of nowhere – out of witting,
In this darkness that surrounds me,
Leaving there a feather writing
Tick, –
I just sat a while, without me –
With no thoughts to fill the pitting
For that which when I was splitting
- Sudden, I left all what’s not me:
Tack!
And it seems I’m lost without me,
For in darkness, where’s this gritting
That awoke me, - as I’m spitting
Dust and smoke, such urge, to be!
Tick!
One can’t chose what just can not be
What it’s clearly out there, sitting;
- Tough this grave is home to me.
Here’s no dreaming. While admitting,
Tack…
There I am. In silence, writing:
- Epitaph to let me be –
There’s nobody else, around me.
But there must be other, sighting.
Tick, Tack…”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XVII ]
Epitaph
“In the hidden grave, I’m sitting
Without any dreams around me,
Nor with thoughts to rise and be
Like this silver quill, and knitting
Tick!..
Only silence that surrounds me
Is the one who’s softly fitting
In this moment where I’m splitting
Everything, to let her be
Tack!..
Slowly, slowly, seems I’m getting
What is happening to me; -
While this grave, an empty quitting
Of such life – above, that waits me;
Tick!
Earlier, as someone dragged me
Out of nowhere – out of witting,
In this darkness that surrounds me,
Leaving there a feather writing
Tick, –
I just sat a while, without me –
With no thoughts to fill the pitting
For that which when I was splitting
- Sudden, I left all what’s not me:
Tack!
And it seems I’m lost without me,
For in darkness, where’s this gritting
That awoke me, - as I’m spitting
Dust and smoke, such urge, to be!
Tick!
One can’t chose what just can not be
What it’s clearly out there, sitting;
- Tough this grave is home to me.
Here’s no dreaming. While admitting,
Tack…
There I am. In silence, writing:
- Epitaph to let me be –
There’s nobody else, around me.
But there must be other, sighting.
Tick, Tack…”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
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"The Quotes Garden"©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
The Quotes Garden - XVI – Oasis
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XVI ]
Oasis
“Oh! My dreams will fly as the wind goes by,
While I sit to crave the muse of my grave,
- For the cricket’s song came near not so long,
Where my heart sought heaves among rusty leaves;
One by one, in turns, the notes fall when mourns,
As I ought to know where he brought this bow,
For my harp sunk deep, mirror carp to sleep; -
Then I saw my muse. I sat there, to weep.
On the scarp I seek how these roots let loose
The humble ants, - then bumble bees over the plants
In such a hover, in searching of my lover,
To dwell her silver eyes for the one that dies; -
I know. Into my oasis, step by step,
The beats vanish as it seems I perish,
- My veins loop within the rusty chains,
The pulse pushes along the sloop
It’s last tide: Tick, tack… tick… tack… tick…”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XVI ]
Oasis
“Oh! My dreams will fly as the wind goes by,
While I sit to crave the muse of my grave,
- For the cricket’s song came near not so long,
Where my heart sought heaves among rusty leaves;
One by one, in turns, the notes fall when mourns,
As I ought to know where he brought this bow,
For my harp sunk deep, mirror carp to sleep; -
Then I saw my muse. I sat there, to weep.
On the scarp I seek how these roots let loose
The humble ants, - then bumble bees over the plants
In such a hover, in searching of my lover,
To dwell her silver eyes for the one that dies; -
I know. Into my oasis, step by step,
The beats vanish as it seems I perish,
- My veins loop within the rusty chains,
The pulse pushes along the sloop
It’s last tide: Tick, tack… tick… tack… tick…”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
"The Quotes Garden"©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
The Quotes Garden - XIV – To the bards
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XIV ]
To the bards
"Yee, bards! Draw out your quills with thirsty silver feathers
And fill this cup of loneliness! Let’s raise it to the heavens!
O, you, forever thriving hearts, like beggars peeled off leathers,
- In such a wilderness, your presence brings the lofty ravens!
How to not feel such lore, by noble paths of life, you mighty bards,
When all the earthly kings bow down their heraldry to taste
A glimpse of peace, from everlasting fragrance, in their yards,
As if their fame, or treasures, withers, for a silence’s waste!?..
Yee, bards! You seal my broken heart, with chants of golden harps,
To soothe this weeping, roaring beast who lurks into the darkness!
O, let me grieve along my dying muse, as nightingale enwraps
Such ravishing remembrance that I so ought to harness in my madness!
For nothing else, now matters – in such pursuit of happiness, to be
Alike a shadow in the mist, without a purpose – banished forever
From such a cruel word in which my fate resides; my love for thee,
Has split, within our shared grave; - and so I weep, I weep, I weep:
Yee, bards, take me along your path, for this silence I endeavour!.. "
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XIV ]
To the bards
"Yee, bards! Draw out your quills with thirsty silver feathers
And fill this cup of loneliness! Let’s raise it to the heavens!
O, you, forever thriving hearts, like beggars peeled off leathers,
- In such a wilderness, your presence brings the lofty ravens!
How to not feel such lore, by noble paths of life, you mighty bards,
When all the earthly kings bow down their heraldry to taste
A glimpse of peace, from everlasting fragrance, in their yards,
As if their fame, or treasures, withers, for a silence’s waste!?..
Yee, bards! You seal my broken heart, with chants of golden harps,
To soothe this weeping, roaring beast who lurks into the darkness!
O, let me grieve along my dying muse, as nightingale enwraps
Such ravishing remembrance that I so ought to harness in my madness!
For nothing else, now matters – in such pursuit of happiness, to be
Alike a shadow in the mist, without a purpose – banished forever
From such a cruel word in which my fate resides; my love for thee,
Has split, within our shared grave; - and so I weep, I weep, I weep:
Yee, bards, take me along your path, for this silence I endeavour!.. "
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
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"The Quotes Garden"©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
The Quotes Garden - XIII – Envision
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XIII ]
Envision
“Ah thus, my life – a circle – from which I’ve been the dot,
Expansion of a vision, in spiralling a knot,
It’s not as what it seems, a strife that I must have ought
In meanings of a whole; - nor endlessness I sought! –
Unnecessary dreams! By madness, driven out by thought,
Without a reason why – without a need, to know,
Nor to believe a lie, as neither gods to bow –
As deeper, as it goes, the squeezing of that whole
To such an understanding, in filling up that hole;
But I – the dot – again, without to even wonder
How long has been since so alike the rumbling thunder,
I fall in time and space, electrified rolling,
The rawest of them all – a beast! – unleashed from the knot
From which an abyss rise, beyond that world – and growling,
Without the urge of such a breath of fury, I am what I am not!
You tell me who am I – for I don’t know what’s in; -
I’ve never had a reason, for asking what’s between,
Nor I, to even dare, to seek a depth, in all,
For such an endless knotting of what it binds that whole,
As everything that shatters my world is just this dot
Who tells me what I am. I know then what I’m not.
Enclosure to a circle?! Does not belong to lines,
As all I’ve seen in nature, is rhythm! to which aligns,
By dots and curves, - o, meaning! - alike these rotten vines,
To which in a seclusion, there’s language within signs!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XIII ]
Envision
“Ah thus, my life – a circle – from which I’ve been the dot,
Expansion of a vision, in spiralling a knot,
It’s not as what it seems, a strife that I must have ought
In meanings of a whole; - nor endlessness I sought! –
Unnecessary dreams! By madness, driven out by thought,
Without a reason why – without a need, to know,
Nor to believe a lie, as neither gods to bow –
As deeper, as it goes, the squeezing of that whole
To such an understanding, in filling up that hole;
But I – the dot – again, without to even wonder
How long has been since so alike the rumbling thunder,
I fall in time and space, electrified rolling,
The rawest of them all – a beast! – unleashed from the knot
From which an abyss rise, beyond that world – and growling,
Without the urge of such a breath of fury, I am what I am not!
You tell me who am I – for I don’t know what’s in; -
I’ve never had a reason, for asking what’s between,
Nor I, to even dare, to seek a depth, in all,
For such an endless knotting of what it binds that whole,
As everything that shatters my world is just this dot
Who tells me what I am. I know then what I’m not.
Enclosure to a circle?! Does not belong to lines,
As all I’ve seen in nature, is rhythm! to which aligns,
By dots and curves, - o, meaning! - alike these rotten vines,
To which in a seclusion, there’s language within signs!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
The Quotes Garden©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
The Quotes Garden - XII – The bard’s awoken spirit
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XII ]
The bard’s awoken spirit
“Oh! Plenty wars, to seek, with eager men to die,
As many weaken hearts, to spread by peace, a lie,
With filled minds of wrath and empty mouths of blood,
With wicked whispers near, as far as weapons flood
The same old wrecked world where tyrants rule and thrive
The everlasting crowd – and o, alas! At last!! Who feels alive?!
The dim over the candle, which spread the lofty dreams
Among those shadows – lost – in such a sprout of beams,
The ripple softly falling, of golden cup’s beheading,
When fiercy swords are drawn, for jewels fall when shedding?..
Or maybe broken bones, for masters, and cruel laws for tyrants,
As well as lots of aces rise to crush such heap of ants,
- If not – why not?! – more stones, to build the shrines for giants
Which never seems to end the poison among plants?!..
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! There’s no one, left alive,
To tell the story further for ears that strive to listen
Such nonsense of a mirror from which the whispers glisten
Around the edges, death – this blade who guards the hive;
There’s nothing else to raise, for heads that lies beneath
A truth that’s long forgotten, replaced by some gods
Which often show at wars, to spill more blood – such odds! –
Where wrath had sunk already, like ivy changes heath;
Without a fear of dying, there’s one, among the ravens
That lurks around these realms, to mourn, to weep, to yell:
From death, to life, the bard’s awoken spirit, - look!!
Where silence seems to cure, had nothing else to tell!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XII ]
The bard’s awoken spirit
“Oh! Plenty wars, to seek, with eager men to die,
As many weaken hearts, to spread by peace, a lie,
With filled minds of wrath and empty mouths of blood,
With wicked whispers near, as far as weapons flood
The same old wrecked world where tyrants rule and thrive
The everlasting crowd – and o, alas! At last!! Who feels alive?!
The dim over the candle, which spread the lofty dreams
Among those shadows – lost – in such a sprout of beams,
The ripple softly falling, of golden cup’s beheading,
When fiercy swords are drawn, for jewels fall when shedding?..
Or maybe broken bones, for masters, and cruel laws for tyrants,
As well as lots of aces rise to crush such heap of ants,
- If not – why not?! – more stones, to build the shrines for giants
Which never seems to end the poison among plants?!..
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! There’s no one, left alive,
To tell the story further for ears that strive to listen
Such nonsense of a mirror from which the whispers glisten
Around the edges, death – this blade who guards the hive;
There’s nothing else to raise, for heads that lies beneath
A truth that’s long forgotten, replaced by some gods
Which often show at wars, to spill more blood – such odds! –
Where wrath had sunk already, like ivy changes heath;
Without a fear of dying, there’s one, among the ravens
That lurks around these realms, to mourn, to weep, to yell:
From death, to life, the bard’s awoken spirit, - look!!
Where silence seems to cure, had nothing else to tell!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Oct 2022
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The Quotes Garden©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
The Quotes Garden - XI – To a nightingale
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XI ]
To a nightingale
“Oh, no! Thy veil, o, moon! My stained heart!
These copper dreams, to rip them off,
To slain each glimpse of life – and.. oh!
It’s still another way to go?! So soon?! Thou art!
Such young, may seem, to find right paths
In which the lore hath found a rhythm,
For that – to which – a world’s best end,
As heeds rough times, besets apart
The whisper I extend?!
So old, to know what’s been a trick,
A dim of light, a candle’s ruby sprout; -
Thou art alive – or dead!?! What maze!
What thought, arose! What depth! A lair!
Oh, no! I gaze! Thy lore, has not been found
In every blade of grass I’m sinking,
Nor thunderbolts which cuts me through,
As both in light they seem to break apart,
Like me and you! O, my beloved, pale moon!..
There is no star, without a name beset to shine!
There is no sea in which to mirror mine!
Thou must be like a rhythm that changed all,
A pulse arising hearts in singing waves to fall;
I wonder: how to breathe, when lungs are full of dust,
Or how to move, at least?! In such a grave, I’m lost!
In such a grieving heart, the shadow it may cast,
In such a wreck, another beast! What feast, indeed!
Where were you, o, beloved muse?! Take heed –
Thou art the last among the stars I need
And there is nothing else I’d like to do
Than standing near my grave – to watch upon you,
- Oh, you! Oh, you, my beloved, everlasting nightingale!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XI ]
To a nightingale
“Oh, no! Thy veil, o, moon! My stained heart!
These copper dreams, to rip them off,
To slain each glimpse of life – and.. oh!
It’s still another way to go?! So soon?! Thou art!
Such young, may seem, to find right paths
In which the lore hath found a rhythm,
For that – to which – a world’s best end,
As heeds rough times, besets apart
The whisper I extend?!
So old, to know what’s been a trick,
A dim of light, a candle’s ruby sprout; -
Thou art alive – or dead!?! What maze!
What thought, arose! What depth! A lair!
Oh, no! I gaze! Thy lore, has not been found
In every blade of grass I’m sinking,
Nor thunderbolts which cuts me through,
As both in light they seem to break apart,
Like me and you! O, my beloved, pale moon!..
There is no star, without a name beset to shine!
There is no sea in which to mirror mine!
Thou must be like a rhythm that changed all,
A pulse arising hearts in singing waves to fall;
I wonder: how to breathe, when lungs are full of dust,
Or how to move, at least?! In such a grave, I’m lost!
In such a grieving heart, the shadow it may cast,
In such a wreck, another beast! What feast, indeed!
Where were you, o, beloved muse?! Take heed –
Thou art the last among the stars I need
And there is nothing else I’d like to do
Than standing near my grave – to watch upon you,
- Oh, you! Oh, you, my beloved, everlasting nightingale!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Sep 2022
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The Quotes Garden©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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