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As I skated on the lake, I spun and twirled in many ways that patterned the contours on the ice, I could see the droplets of the rain as they powered their way down through the night

I could see the intricate lines of the truth as they wavered between the rightfulness of dark and light, I could tell that there was an onslaught battle
Of the mighty warrior, that sought to fight for everyone's right

And the many answers that came back to me, bloodshed, reflection and tyranny
The many possibilities that war didn't free, the chorus of pleas from souls', whom
Disappeared, missing, killed, lost in action, those that are always remembered

When the war dispersed, and a truce is made, peace will reign
And the throne is safe yet again, the soldiers outnumbered one by one,
Surrendering so as to ensure the fight within is nearly won

But the war itself for those soldiers isn't over yet, as the leaders of the world
Convey their orders, as pawns on a chessboard that are moved, and
The story itself is swaying to the groove, of the invisible beat and melody of song

That dances over the ice as we belong to unite in the harmony of One dance
And it leaves us, the audience in a beautiful trance, as the security of Earth is
Now rebalanced, and the shifts of the astrological calendar definitely align

This dance brings back memories of loved ones lost, of relevant love and love refined, it brings to mind a pause and a momentary stillness for reflection
As I dance back to the spot where I started in for the sake of rhyme

I remember, in that fleeting moment, that its all down to the rhythmic time
And as the crowd have captured the visible beat, the concluding moves is pretty sweet!

Flowing eloquently all around me, my scarlet costume sparkles in the light
Enabling me to finish and do what's right, while although the battles are still within

I'm doing what's best for me and my kin! I'm holding down the fort of flying hues, paying my taxes and my dues, condolences going out to those of sorrow
Maybe in the future there is hope for more tomorrows.

To feel too much is surely a tragedy;-
To feel not at all is a monstrosity.

Poets are sensitive, (this is a fact);
And that's a statement I won't retract.

So when you click, to read words deferred;
Some previous suffering may have occurred.

It's in the nature of Man, to make his art;-
And in most cases, it's from the heart.

We make our art to tell you something;-
There are times It'll strike as lightning.

So read words here with perception;
Feel the poet's skill and direction.

Thus poets must write to cure past ills;
We swim in words like fish have gills.

And words retained cause indigestion;
So write them down - (just a suggestion).

Some must pray, and some must grovel;-
And some must write in verse forms novel.

For me, I don't believe in much;-
(Though I have the poetic touch).

Metempsychosis of the poet's soul?
(Well, it may at least be possible).

Reincarnation? - mere poets as mystics?
Through the agencies of Quantum Physics?

And if it is true there's nothing after,
Then I will have the final laugh here.

Is Reality as deep as we imagine?
Or is Nature just a fractal pattern?


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Tomorrow could be, it could, be, what we envisage, what we
want it to be,

Tomorrow can be a replication of today, we can think, we can
be, we can swim or we can sink,

Tomorrow could be unique, find all we want, what we seek,
nothing is out of reach,

Something we can't teach, but,
If we don't understand the process, we get lost, more or less.

Did you ever feel detached from the human race?
There was only you, nothing to face?
You know that it's true?, there IS only you!
You exist to exist that's true,
And all that you'll be and all that you'll see,
Is all your creation, how you want it to be!

Memories are all we leave, of who we are, what we did believe.

Memories our loved ones hold, maybe, fanciful thoughts that were never told.

Wandering, thinking, seeing the light, knowing what is wrong,
and what is right.

Finding yourself before you go, to leave MEMORIES they can sow.

Tomorrow becomes today and yesterday fades away, so the present is how we exist, there's no other way, there's nothing to resist, we can't bring back the past, and the future is not meant to last, for it suddenly becomes the.............. past.

So, exist in harmony, for now we are free to.................be!

Be not afraid, for tomorrow will be, this is not the end, not for you, not for me,
And if they close your eyes for you tonight, you have nothing to fear, you will still be here, in a new form, a shining light, an energy so bright, nothing can take away what you are, uniquely you, a shining star.

Flowers that wipe out our sorrows


Am I hallucinating?
Flowers of varied colors blooming
A testament of beauty that soothes the pain?
Maybe...
I would like to undo these dark thoughts in my mind
I would love to create a world that is of balance
Where there is dark so would there be light
Where there is hate, love must override
And so on..
Is there anyone here who would join me
And scrape off this morbidity?
Or am I all alone?
We are like drowning in the oceans of doom
It has to change, we have to be strong..
So let us go out and plant, I know we can
Flowers that soothes our sorrows and pain
Flowers that make our world see the light
We deserve it, I know we do...
Not just sadness and sorrow
I am all for it,
Are you?

When you view this world through a speckled lens, there's those that resist, there's those that have missed, those with a bucket list, those that live in fear, those who refuse to hear, there's those that know, those that grow, and those that will never be, there's those who cannot see, life is not reality, but a dream that never ends, we will meet again in the next episode, my friends.

The Priceless Gift of Nature


Amidst the darkness we are going through
there is something that is constant in our hearts
that is the priceless beauty of nature
That is always within our sight

Let us give thanks to our Lord.
His Art is for us to Behold.

Amen