Inspirational Poems (4,950)

Borrowing time for the moment to be real
Intensity to the extreme, just to feel.
Retro only in idea of the modern mind
Thrilling to the ethereal spirit divine.
Hither to the tides grow quite high

Of brilliance and bright white-blue light
Forth coming is the beginning of a dawn,

Tracked by the universe in a special bond
Her face quite heavenly in the night sky
Eternal and clear as the cocoon died.

Mother Moon, born anew in the rise of man
Oblivious to the linear time humans demand.
Omnipotence in every aspect of the trilogy
Nocturnal as the reflection of eternity.

Trial by fire is how we learn.
Rapture captured at every turn.
Anticipation rewards curiosity.
Nesting internally with serenity.
Serious about the worlds lack of love
Looking through paradigms because
Under it all I can ‘see’ that number nine
Cautions me to listen to a spirit that’s mine.
Equality is a reward, not a divine given right.
No thing can compare to another in the tight
Tormenting knowledge that all that is taken

Will now have to be returned to be given.
Archaic cultures were more advanced in science
Rendering life forms to appreciate the license
Regulated by faith in one’s self to feel the heat
Ignite and fill the soul with adrenaline as complete.
Organizing the trilogy in all aspects of being
Ready to forego the price of energy screaming.

Nine is three times three, triangular as in motion
Inter-woven with the tides of the deep blue ocean.
Neatly logical with raw emotion in passion extreme
Ever more the warrior of honor, integrity the dream.


Translucent Warrior Nine

Everything happens for it’s own reason
All things have closure, a change of season
Love has a way of working it’s way into a paradigm
Of loveless scarcity in it’s own good time.

Yesterdays of romance fade away.
To unconditional love gone astray.
You realize what matters most is there
All others fade away without a care.

Conflict and duress become a blessing in disguise
Bridges are repaired regardless of who or why’s.
Manifestation of dreams that you forget about
Come together, the universe unfolds without doubt.

Letting go the past to allow the future to take hold
As the years pass by in the raining, torrid tears of old
Perhaps we really do get the chance
With life, birth and death to really dance.

The dance of prosperity, abundance and peace
As all is forgiven in heart and mind with ease.
Many thanks I give for all my miracles and blessings
As they have been plentiful, as my spirit sings

Harmony from dissonance, order from chaos
Complete bliss from deep despair without any loss
All things come full circle as I always knew they would
Obvious possibilities that synergize as they should.

I looked at the sun.
It was the same white.
And suddenly I imagined the whole Universe with the white sun in the middle and a little orange Good that was jumping from one planet to another.
And the whole Universe was its home.

It has been many years since the Good left me, but I'm still waiting for it.
Maybe it will come back...
Not forever...
I know it can't live in our world...
But just for a while, to see each other.
And I look at the white sun, and I hear its whispering: “Wait, wait... wait...”
And I ask for how long should I wait, but it just repeats: “Wait, wait... wait...”
And something ugly hides from me the white sun...
It's hanging and laughing in the clouds.
And I'm pretty sure that the Good will come back.
It won't forget me.
But what if it can't find my house or my city?
When I think of it I feel so cold and scared.
It might be that a little orange Good is walking now somewhere on this planet.
So, if you meet it, please say that I'm missing my little friend.
Perhaps, it doesn't know what it is “to miss”, but it doesn't matter.
It will ask you: “What is missing?”, and maybe the white sun will smile and become yellow again.

Kiev,
2003

There is a darkness with one arm
That has conquered this city.
There is a soundless alarm
That has been full of pity.

There is a night resumes its reigns…
And room without windows.
There is a fear in frozen veins
That leaves unwritten symbols.

There is a wall that hides from light.
There’s door without handle.
There is a creak in broken flight
That scared itself with sandal.

There is a darkness with one eye
That has conquered its madness.
There is a fear that wants to cry
Because of being endless.

There is… It could have been so sweet,
It has become so bitter.
There is a storm that tries to split
Its ears with windy whisper.

There is a night resumes its reign,
And room without windows.
Perhaps, it is a sweetest pain
That leaves unwritten symbols.

Espoo,
7.10.2009

What will be said of me when i'm gone,the thought has oft crossed my mind
Will they say"she was greedy,selfish, and mean?" or will they say"she was gentle, and kind"?
I wish to make a mark on this world,if only to touch but one soul.
To take the hand of a lost, lonley person, and help them from broken, to whole.
When i think of all we do in our lives, to make a good name for ourselves,Then in the end we are to our loved ones..but a picture that sits on their selves.
So i want to be special to someone, who when i'm gone will leave such a mark.
When memories of time spent with me,will be something that comes in the dark.
I don't want my life to be in vein,cause God has a purpose for me,
If only to be a very dear friend, to one as precious as thee!
So think about what will be said..when your not alive, but when your dead.
For the mark we leave on those around us,
Will give our ilfe,meaning, and reason, and purpose!!

I stopped and thought, and honestly I didn't know what to say.
The one silly conclusion hanging in my mind was if there is so much of death, then it must be good!
But then what is good? What is the Good?
I looked at it.
Something small, shining and orange, without any stable shape.
Something as innocent as probably I was a long time ago...
Or was I still?
Otherwise it couldn't get to me at all...
I took the Good and put it on the table.
It was looking at me with its pure blue eyes and waiting.
I don't know what happened to my voice because I whispered:
- You are right friend, but I don't really understand it.
- Why don't you understand?
- Why? - I turned around, - nobody understands.
- Hm, - the Good stopped talking.

It kept silent till noon.
And it got confused when I invited it for lunch.
It started to ask me the questions again.
A funny and curious little one which was itself a proof that anything good cannot be bigger than this my odd orange friend.
So, I realized that it didn't need food.
- Why do you eat? - the Good queried, - for what?
- Well, everybody has to eat to be alive.
- What is alive?
- Mmm, alive is not dead... - I wished I didn't say it.
- The death... again death... death, - the Good was repeating this word being climbing on the cabinet.

- Hey little one! Come down! - I called it when I finished lunch but it was silent, - ok, as you wish!
It stayed there till the end of the day.
I called it a few more times and then left it alone.

The Good woke me in the morning:
- You know, the stars sometimes also didn't understand me, but they used to say why. When the sun threw me to the space, the stars were so glad that they finally had somebody to talk to... you know, they are very talkative! You can't imagine how easily they get bored if they have to keep quiet for a few minutes. Ah, so they were so happy to have me. But since that moment I was thrown to the space, the sun became white. And it will be white forever. It was already too tired.
I suddenly figured out that the bright orange colour of my friend had become paler.
- What's wrong with you? - I asked, but it didn't answer.

It was getting lighter and lighter day after day.
I didn't hear its clear and infectious laughter anymore.
The Good was getting more and more quiet and passive.
Then I realized that it was sick.
I didn't know how to treat it, I have never treated the Good.

I left it on the shelf and went to the pharmacy for some advice in this strange situation.
When I came back, I didn't find the light-orange blemish among the books.
The window was opened and there was a mark on the windowsill.
I realized that the Good had flown away.
Perhaps, the stars were calling for it.


To be continued...

I had gotten an odd present for my birthday.
That was a huge box, covered in bright and shining paper, with a big red bow.
I had been so curious and finally I decided to open the box next day.
I was looking at it, fidgeting with it.
Suddenly it seemed to me that there was something moving inside the box.
I knocked at the box with my forefinger.
Then I put my ear to the bright paper.
I heard the funny husky voice from there:
- Don't knock, please!
I got scared and recoiled from the table.
The box fell down.
- O-o-oh! - the voice said from the box.
Then there was some fuss for a while, and finally the same husky voice asked:
- Let me get out of here please, there is no space and no air to breath.
- Who are you?
- I am a Good, - the voice said from the box.
- ???
There began some fuss in the box again.
And I hastily untied the bow.
I took the paper away and carefully touched the cover.
Something small and orange fell from the box.
It jumped to the windowsill and almost fell outside.
- Be careful! - I pulled it to the floor, - you could hurt yourself!
- “Hurt”? - the Good asked, - what does “hurt” mean?
That simple and straight question made me confused.
- Well, it means that you could die...
- What does “die” mean? - the funny orange Good jumped onto my lap.
How could I explain to this little one what is death?
And I said:
- Forget!
The Good laughed and rolled down from my lap.
- Where did you come from, such an odd thing?
My new friend laughed again but didn't answer.
Then it flooded me with questions “What is that white on the trees and windows? What is there outside that nips my cheeks?”
I had no time even comprehend those simple and innocent questions, and then it asked new ones.
Finally the list of questions was over and my new little friend started to walk around the room, looking at the souvenirs which probably were its weakness.
I sighed with relief, at the chance to rest but then it startled me with the next questions:
- What is so noisy?
- Those are cars, - I said.
- What are they for?
- To drive people.
- Some kind of horses?
- Mmm, something... sort of... But they are much faster, complicated and dangerous.
- Dangerous? What does it mean?
- Well, danger is something that we are afraid of.
- Why are you afraid of it?
- Oh my God! Please stop asking these questions, your what's and why's!
- Why are you afraid of it? - the Good asked its question again, it wasn't even paying attention at my words.
- Because everybody is afraid of death! - I said it a bit irritated.
- Hm-m, the death... perhaps it is pleasure!
- No! - I got frown. - it is very bad.
- Then what is bad?
I got lost and babbled something:
- Well, bad... bad is not good...
I was really wondered because the Good came to me and gravely nodded.
It was thinking of something for a while.
Then it called me:
- Hey, if the death is not good then why is there so much of it?


To be continued...

I thank you all for your insightful comments, but these words of mine are a reflection of a souls torment, its taken a long time to get to a light but now I'm here the end is no longer in sight, my dark place was beautiful for me as it showed me the truth beyond all the bullshit we sometimes choose to see, I could indeed put my blinkers on and not acknowledge my pasts song, but everything I am is important for a reason as to ignore it would be equivalent of personal treason, I'm not as dark and bitter as my words express but the importance of my experiences I cannot stress.
So I move onwards confident in my new version stll the same in many ways I'm sorry if some have an aversion to the raw truth I sometimes impose so I shall continue to share these thoughts into words now composed, oneday we all will know such truth lifting our heads looking beyond our own roofs, that prevent many from coming to the fore chringing and hiding behind closed doors, we all hold the keys in this life come on lets have a laugh forget the strife...

If you can not have what you want

Learn to want what you have