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THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ X ]
*** The Edge ***



“Just hold
This stone;
Whole earth
Could fit,
To bind
Thy mind,
But more,
Sky has
No limit; -

*** Root ***

Dull edge
Gives shape
To change, -
These rocks
Felt rains
And storms;
Each crack
Bares signs
Of Time; -

*** Root ***

Sharp edge
Makes sense
Of what
You hold, -
Deep sea,
High peak,
Waves, weaves,
Of same
Known core; -

*** Root ***

Thy self
Still search
New ways
To rise,
For bright
Must be
That soul
Who knows
Each edge.”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

Mello Yello Pop
Burger King Drive Thru Waiting
Twenty Minutes Long

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ IX ]
*** The silent teacher ***



“World sink
In noise, -
All seem
To scream
Dark times,
Chains bind
More evil,
- Slaves, bow,
Kings, rule; -

*** Root ***

Could you
Find rest? -
Tides come
To shore,
Waves wash
Dull stones,
Thoughts sail
In squeaks,
Their weave; -

*** Root ***

All but
A dream; -
You strive
To live,
With lies,
Through fears,
Then cope
With tears; -
Soul, dies… -

*** Root ***

What is
So sad? -
Each then
Must feel,
To learn
From deeds,
For good,
Like light,
Breaks evil.”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

The softness of your touch slowly slips away
Another lifetime lives clothed in a secret array
Strewn with silver threads of fading memories
Time frozen in a distant sculptured frieze

Remembering the laughter of children's play
Smiling while peeking through the doorway
Time seemed endless in that golden moment
Full of warmth and peaceful contentment

As our minds remember we try to recapture
Our life lost in emotion and wounded fracture
Those days we spent immersed in this or that
Never looking forward and never looking back

Nothing more than an earthly creature
Waiting for the light and distant rapture
Living in circles of unidentifiable stories
Accepting the fate of other worldly glories

Our journeys consist of many ups and downs
Where joys, laughter, tears and loss abounds
Days go by in never ending turns and twists
Suspended in memories where peace exists

© Jade Anjoun

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ VIII ]
*** The good will ***



“Keep find
Right path
To what
You are; -
World looks
So strange,
For all,
With time,
Will change; -

*** Root ***

To be -
Is verb
Of life,
- Thou art
A spark,
To lean
On fate
And sing
Thy song; -

*** Root ***

To live, -
At strife,
What is
To win,
To loose, - ?! -
Thy heart,
In weaves,
Must see
It clear, -

*** Root ***

No speech,
If rife,
Will give
Right sense,
For truth
Of what
World gives,
Is just
A glimpse; -”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ VII ]
*** Chirps ***



“Old monks
Came close
To hear
My birds; -
Hearts dwell
In love,
When springs
Of tears
Seek life; -

*** Root ***

Such bliss,
To have
No fears!.. –
- No words
To shove,
To sculpt,
In wood,
Or stone,
Burnt tears; -

*** Root ***

These birds
Are free,
Like what
Is Thee
To me, -
No cage,
No chain,
No whip,
No sword, -

*** Root ***

For each
Tight chirp,
A tune
To heal,
To mend,
To care, -
I climb
Their stairs
And feel; -”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ VI ]
*** Motion ***



“Could you
See through
Dew drops? -
Dim shades
And sparks
Of light,
Bent curves
To wraps
In sprite, -

*** Root ***

Here, low,
Pale stones,
Shrink sight
Of hues, -
Trees bow
To write
Their rite,
While cones
Spread cues; -

*** Root ***

Up there,
High brims,
Where clouds,
At peaks,
Catch flight
To dance
On clues
Of blues
In trance, -

*** Root ***

All but
A flow, -
In each
Of them,
A muse
To grow,
From stem,
- A stream
To fuse; -”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

The Grandfather clock struck midnight
In the distance, acknowledged, in my awareness
The rest of the street remained quiet,
Except for the sounds of the leaves
As they crunched beneath my feet

A gleam of moonlight shone through the window
Within the gap between the purple curtains
The climbing roses descended along the back
Of the settee, dust brushed beneath my fingertip
As I swirled my name on the mahogany surface
Of the sideboard

In that one moment, memories are captured
Tears fell, like raindrops, stirring the sadness
In my soul, long forgotten times of old
That had filled my psyche with stories of gold

The finess of fear had danced with the scent of
Death as it participated in a parody of a spoiled Life
Style was not its finer moments when the envy arose
From the depths of darkness, toying with the devils' mits
Clasped in chains, my body had driven away all inklings
Of Depression, of doubt, already, too early on in life

Now there wasn't much time left to think about it
All in its entirety of darkness did parry itself with fright
But it only showed indefinitely...
When I decided to turn on the light

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ V ]
*** Trails ***



“Three snails
Search lore, -
With each
Small slip
- In depth,
Count stones,
Roots, leaves, -
Smooth, steep,
Bright trails…

*** Root ***

None seem
To ask
Where paths
Will meet,
Nor task
To gleam
On straths
In heat,
At dusk; -

*** Root ***

None seem
To tell
What right
Or wrong,
- In sight,
Their song, -
But for
How long
Will last?.. -

*** Root ***

Take heed
Of all
That is
A home; -
What do
They need?
Stay low,
- Then hear
Their call; -”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

I Am
Because
I=AM
Dwells
Within