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"The Quotes Garden"


[ X ]


The Eyes

“I have to look inside these eyes
Which deeply search for who’s within
The core, - to know what’s in between
A soul?! I vow, it never dies!..
How long it’s been? These lights have seen
Bright minds, to shield a tempting maze,
Strong hearts, to build the life I gaze
- And who’s to blame this world of lies?!
O! Northern star! O! Hidden dragon!
Such life, to waste, in hopes to win
A cruel war! I’m full of sin! In shame, I grin;
My veil turns black, to spill this flagon
Of griefy ends, when dreams break through,
Amends that law who binds you too,
To squeeze the core for such a spin
Within the grave I’ve never been…


I have to grasp what in these eyes
Have made me feel alive; -
By depth, a meaning; who’s within?!
The brightest star, that never dies –
A soul?! O, soul!! Where have you been!?!
A beast, escaping from a hive,
To feel the burst of sin?! Such waste!..
The world I’ve seen, to lead you in,
The tide I’ve raised, to light your shore,
The mouth that held a path of lore,
The breath of life, asking for more,
Have all these been in vain?! Just dive!
Bright minds, to fill this maze of lies,
Strong hearts, to shield the dome with dreams,
- And, yes! Indeed! – Within these realms,
The core you gaze, it’s right beneath your eyes!..”

©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The cherubic boy, with arrow, will strike;
Let the grog flow, so the self-obsessed;
May each then reel - and perhaps find delight;
(Then forget the way in which they have transgressed);
With each drink, become as high as a kite;
It's all because a young lad, half-undressed;
Decided to join in the bright festivities;-
(Reflecting badly on cherub proclivities).

The cherubic imp's as invisible as air;
Flutt'ring on pinions, with bow, and with arrow;
When you've thought you've seen him, he isn't there;
Though you may hear his wings swish like a sparrow;
Close to your ear, or to ruffle your hair; -
(No need to read your fortune with tarot); -
Of Venus and Mars, he may have been born; -
But tonight, he's an imp - in modern form.

And his work is so tiring in this nightclub;
The heat, the noise, the crowd, and the music;
Cupid needs refreshment - and here's the rub;
He's not meant to drink, or he'll become sick;
Last time, at a dinner party, he fell into a bathtub;-
After drinking a cocktail, he fell like a brick;-
(Before this, he'd used the drink's swizzle stick;-
As an arrow, to shoot at the cat, the dumb prick!)*

Cupid's developed a taste for the booze;
(He thought it gave his flight extra verve);
Romantic liaisons were now his to choose;
(So long as he flies, and can keep his nerve);
And for this reason the grog he would use;
To keep his arrows true - for them not to swerve;
Though he doesn't fly too well when he's liquored;
And on this night, our Cupid
gets shickered!

For the first few drinks, the boy kept his eye;
Steadfastly on a man across the room;
Through angelic peepers, he did espy;
Subversive conduct going on all too soon;
The man with bad thoughts, well now he did try;
To spike a ladies drink - (the bloody goon);
Cupid shoots an arrow (before he is pissed);
A damn good shot! - It hits the man on the wrist!

This "gentleman", well, he lets out a howl;
The drug meant for her, is now on the floor;
And despite being as pissed as an owl;
He feels pain in his arm, like nothing before;
The girl now sees his hideous scowl;
She gathers her things, then bolts for the door;
Well that's quite nice - a crisis averted;
The boy saves a lady who would have been skirted.

Well, being a boy of very high virtue;
Cupid does not hang around for too long;
He's busy tonight, and there is much to do;
On gossamer wings, powered by angel's song;
He flits 'cross the room, (after stopping this snafu);
But stops on the way - to drink some more grog;
As well as cocktails, the imp likes champagne;
(And sadly for him, again, and again).

Though just as a sylph, and angel in flight;
(The baby-faced cherub is pretty far gone);
He's conscious enough, to now find delight;
In promoting the odd drunken liaison;
(If he knows in the morning, at the first light;
Lasting love will come from reckless passion);-
The cherubic rouge's old, despite his young years;
He sees all the girls, through veils of their tears.

The coquettish boy - (harbinger of doom);
Is out of his mind, and in no fit state;
To do much after this, now that the room;
Is spinning and giddy, and the hour late;
The debauchery, and moral vacuum;
Increases; (and all the more insensate;
Grows the cherubic mind, with each drink taken);-
Well, so I despair!;- poor Cupid's forsaken!

And so, our Cupid's really on a bender;
Now all he has left, is but ersatz love;
Then they all say: "the kid's a pretender";
(With flight no more graceful, like a dove);
He loses his gyros, and thus bends a fender;
When he falls like a stone, from his high perch above;
Now, it's an inverted aspect, for Cupid;-
He's stunned, and c*ck eye'd, and lying there stupid.


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"The Quotes Garden"


[ IX ]


The Whirl within the World

“O! Rise forth, thy Whirling of the whole, –
A Pulse is what a Life and Death, amend,
Thou Lore hath core, where none awakens thee!
The Word thou warps around an edge, to be
What whirls, within thine seed! – and as they blend,
Thy Soul, thou ART, as nothingness shows all!
- There shines, thine core, which binds the whirling World!..



Thy Soul, is Lore hath found a path to thee?!..
What sparkling waving, turns, thine bliss?
Where rhythms thee finds, thou Pulse, conceives?!
Below the depths, where deeper sighting tree
Whirls trembling waves, which only Soul perceives,
Thy Lore hath found the Heaven or the abyss?..
O! And what has seen the World, and what, thy Muse, thou miss?!..”

©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Carrie was a popular girl at her school
She was really good at playing volleyball
She had a loving mother and father who supported her
Carrie had a really nice boyfriend named Tommy Ross
They went to the prom together and were elected King and Queen
For the amusement of the patrons Carrie showed off her telekinesis
The ability to move objects with her mind
Everybody was entertained and had a great time
Carrie went on to marry Tommy Ross and supported him well
She became bigger than Michael Jackson with her special gift
She not only moved objects with her mind, but moved the world to peace
All lived happily ever after
The End

"The Quotes Garden"


[ VIII ]


Amid the roar


“Behold! There’s one that’s peaks,
Without to whisper what hath spoken
The core of what a curse of bliss, thou lore!
It such as young, too old, an eye that seeks
Within where’s path the twister thee awoken,
Amid the roar where dragon’s lurking shore
A sun, thou hides the moon that shines, thine fore!..



Thou ART what’s spark that rhythm thee finds
Thine Soul as shining what’s above, below!..
Where’s birth, or death, o, Muse?!.. Thy lore,
For what one speaks and twists all minds,
Amid the roar that binds a whole, from high, to low,
For I – the dot, to cease what’s ticking within core?!..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

"The Quotes Garden"


[ VII ]


Where’s my Home


“Where’s my Home? Where’s my Home,
If not within the boundary that ties a dot
Which even far beyond, unfolded all?..
And thus, the loam that binds me here – a tome,
Abode of light conceives in ciphers of a knot
- Where’s the Universe, a bending of a whole,
As Nothingness itself, becomes a roam!



O, Muse! Thou ART as stars unravels others,
Thy Soul as one endeavours ends –
To human world, where’s thrives of greatness, born!..
- As wholes hath use, as halves is what devours,
As dots within the dots which quadrants mends,
Not more than less, nor lengths, nor widths! I mourn,
For I – the dot, hath found away of where’s a Home!..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The purple petals darken in the gloaming;-
In their flowered elegance, belles' dresses,
Fall in a slowly darkling Summer night;-
To the fecund loamy softness of the earth;
Where the purpleness dissolves into the air;-
And creatures stir.

Soft velvet carpet, clear Summer skies;-
Stars circle above, in the black eternal vault,
Mysterious. A full moon shimmy-shines,
It's radiant silver, to shower the trees.

Sparkle stars, hours pass, soft dawn encroaches;-
Diffuse flower fragrance kisses the sunrise;
Crystal dew drops refracting tiny rainbows;
And soft mist, from the ladies' purple dresses.



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but for the night
not obscured by city lights
make a wish when the moment is right
to see the stars
they shine ever so bright
there can never be another tonight
when you find them hang on tight