WILL YOU ANSWER, PLEASE?

Do you answer? Or should I answer for you? I didn't sacrifice you, that's the situation! Thy burning kisses were like hard dust of stones upon the prodigal and perhaps desolate walls of my purple heart. Tell me, did we bear our sins together, like the fatal burdens of morality, or did you go your way as ever with a determined, armoured will? And I could not turn back upon thee! I should at least have ventured, now thou mayst chirp with melodious, lark-like kisses to hide in thy heart: and if our fortune be permanent enough, And everlasting is the unbroken immortality, To ward off the sudden splashes of the soon-springing grains of sand! 

Have you ever wondered what would have happened if the true and honest law of our Love had been fulfilled? Even thy unforgivableness thou may'st know foolishly, and unconsciously forgive! I have opened my heart to thee, like a much wounded, now wilting, bleeding bush, and thou alone couldst...

RADIO AND TV WRITING EPILOGUE BY ANTHONY CHARLES BLAKE

The thought of Media Broadcast

History in communicating that made Media last

Radio that made you think

TV somehow made you wink

A time when NBC Peacock made you appreciate

Stories that had an associate

Now back to our sponsor

Shows that made you laugh

Drama that made you cry

Yet kept you awake

We seemed too loss one viewer, I hear snoozing
Wake Now Wake

Goodness Sake

The Radio tube being a time the Shadow only knew

There were clues that made you want to pursue

Who knew?

Remember I love Lucy

The famous line, “I got a plan”

Plan or revenge with I want to be in show biz
Fizz Fizz, what a time it is

Comedy with a reason to laugh

TV Thrillers saying you were warned and I told you so

Don’t sleep tonight

You are all so full of fright

Don&rsqu...

EMIGRATION

 Later, at nine o'clock at night, a car struck a firefly, hitting me like a rag, with broken cruelty, without braking. I was standing on a street lamp-post, impatient, hot-headed, because it was the deadline for the performance, and although it was winter, I had not reached the other side of the Atlantis platform, surrounded by a holy congregation of the astonished: "He was so young.

poor thing, and already contemplating suicide!" - but it was only my adolescent grievances that had come to the surface in their disobedience! And among them, me in the true rags of my hospital emigration! And it was strange to know in advance that I was going to be run over, and that I could still limp along like a little bobbing pirate with one leg

and doctors would lie to my face and tell me the truth: "It will be all right! Relax!" - And I knew long ago that if I did not survive - if only to return from my afterlife walk, I would reta...

ADVICE

 Look not at the crossroads, where amber's luxuriant ropes have run, And thorns and blood-clots may wound the footsteps of much-travelled feet, And the memory of little inconveniences and bumps will roll before thee, like a beaver's dam in the rings of fragile life's paths, try to find the utterable, the essential, which in the furrowed faces and the bitter eyes, broken and stunted, bursts forth. In unknown lands be a little within thyself: Independent and Free, Think on sure and tangible paths akin to veteran-eyed mountains much lived, And look intently on the carved grooves of rocky agastans.

 Time, much tried, as a caring sculptor, hath polished and sculptured them to perfection! If you watch men, do not just watch them, Watch with booc-eyes dumbfounded, bewitched,- But the walnut gleam of eyes, the melodious fragility of voices, The melting heat of sighs that fill the faltering conscience, Take great heed! Let not recklessly and r...

AQUA WRITE BY ANTHONY CHARLES BLAKE

The beauty of expression

Confession

Transformation of words from one body

Steady as it goes

Descending and surfacing
Into the unknown

Understanding buried treasures of words deep

Precious and elite

Exploration

Discoveries

Beyond imaginations

History for appreciation

Letters into words

Echoing voices waiting to be heard

Deeper and Deeper into thought of the open mind

The depths of learning

The thirst rewarding

The smell of the sea using words fulfilling

Aqua City where words originated

Individual hearts where words once got their start

Never a depart

Cruising the mind about

Destination arriving at determination

Water Color Finish

Distinguished

Formation

Attention

Words spread out for miles

Aqua Style

W...

GOD’S LETTER TO EARTH BY ANTHONY CHARLES BLAKE

Dear Faithful:

You are never alone

My spirit in your heart should be full blown

Life will always have pitfalls

Always pray and don’t stall

Truth is everlasting

My words always inspiring

Yet with an encouraging voice

Blessings turn into shall

What doesn’t is no understanding

Take a moment to reflect and see your best life now

You had a time back then you didn’t know which way to turn

Left or Right

But I got you through your plights

Radiant light

Shines Bright

Be encouraged

Established

Accomplished

Continue doing your best

You never know, it could be a test

Don’t accept anything for less

Faith is what will always be

Living and learning is what you will see

Picture yourself cruising on a smooth sea

Your horizon a wai...

TAMED PROMETHEUS 

We have proved that Love can not only be carried on in fused kisses as a universal, universal conflagration where the immortal All, like ever-glowing ashes, lurks, and draws to itself its beautifully curved body parts, Heuréka sparks and volcanic embers. But while on the black stream Of melted asphalt the tropical heat Carved scripts and runes, Our home's intimate harmony-may have fled Afraid of us, to far horizons. In the stillness that beckons calm, Your body's embalming angel-scent trembles, shuddering with the uncertain unknown, - Into our garments after weary days the truth-telling sweat is absorbed True pearls sparkle like tiny flame-bricks. 

The vulnerability of thy face is clothed with angelic majesty! We have proved at all costs that Love can exist and continue not only in fused kisses, but in universal blazes of flame, ever intensifying, ever burning, burning with its cathlan-bursting heat! Now I am afraid, because the decreed...

LETTER FROM THE ATOMIC AGE

 I should somehow still be alive, knowing the once unspoken secret; I could have been a standing example, a moral model for others, and knowing that I had not worked in my idle hours to create so many cultural footprints: I wanted to be the decisive witness, the messenger of my Korom, my cherished, embellished message! The last of the atomic age's offspring to emerge from our Cold War atmosphere. Perhaps my bones will one day, many centuries after my death, speak in the depths of scientific phalanx laboratories, and speak: whispering secrets to the ears of the hearing! 

Man especially, if he be wise and understanding, may understand: the options are valid only in the light of the context! What troubles once inhabited the secret, twisting labyrinths of my skull and brain? How I breathed the ivory truths of cultures as one, and then my preserved manuscripts tell me: my rings of years, in spiralling, serpentine circles, collapsed on each other: ...

DON QUIXOTE - OWNERSHIP

Around us, blind Babel-confusion, linguistic bickering, the XXI century, the ant-traffic, unemployment and abandoned Theiresis-hope, it is not too late to forget everything, to go for our real Truth, with a new faith, with a new faith, with a new attitude, to kill for our real Truth! 

And Cassandra's loves, and now in harmony should we rest: Who in his mother's sheltering embrace, Who in an equal hope's hand, which calls me dear, clings, and in the life-long punishment of compliments, I cannot myself be wholly reconciled: I spend all my time in a cultic dump, I can only hope that from above, where angels sing soothing telepathy, in the pearls of melodious stars, someone smiles back at me, and watches over me, guarding my restless dreams. 

- And among all the indecipherable Delilah glances, among all the flirtatious glances that twist my head, I do not know myself, and I understand why I was drawn by all the i...

PRIME SPEECH OF GLANCES

 
Human stars, talking eyes, human mouths, in heaven's smiles some secret magic lurks, there is and there is! And watches with silence, discovers and soars. No illusion, secret romance, disembodied gallantry, yet there is and there is! And in vain is the endocrine, the biological cell-assembling endocrine that transforms the absolute universe, infinite love subtly penetrates every being in everyone because it lurks and hides in the depths of our hearts! 

It revolutionizes the molecular map of our body, like dreams flirting with desires, the thought and builds out of itself and self-acting the hidden tikos whole and exists and is! Like a diamond in glittering eyes, it shines in telepathic gazes and exists and is! My timid hand is guided by the swan's hand of my beloved with a firm compassion, and in the essence of what it proclaims lurks the hidden yes love of the idea: 

In human stars, talking eyes, laughing mouths, ...