MILES ABOVE VOICE
You left me alone
Your spirit descended and disappeared
As I remember, your Death came quick
I observed
I immediately felt alone
There was no longer your presence
Standing being the only image
Suddenly you spoke in a distance whisper, “Never far always Near”
Those words encouraged me, and you told me not to worry
Don’t feel sorry
You said my cries have no despair
I have always been fair
You see I am doing just fine
Sometimes I feel loss
Having no place in this world
Your soulful words, “I am where the Lord wants me to be”
Your distance far
NYLON
Nylon twist
A story no one would want to miss
A male named Vanessa
A Ship Captain at that
By day maneuvering a steamship in ship uniform
By night, a transformation
A Captain who wears Nylon and steps out in high platform heels, and dances to the sounds of music of Donna Summer
Mysterious beyond anyone’s wonder
A ship having no dip
An unbelievable tip
One doesn’t know who is actually steering a ship or aboard
Two sides of conceal and transform
Nylon win
No pretend
A Captain transition that can
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WISE UP
Look here and listen
Understand your own standards and principles
Just that simple
Stand and prepare your agenda
Wisdom comes from educate
Life living streams
A mind to associate
Words that one will alleviate
Assemble and enable
No stop with inspiration on top
To be wise, one must be wiser beyond
Imagine the possibilities
Put into play
Let wisdom lead the way
Daily each day
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HOLY MOUNTAIN
Solid ground
Secrete place
Rising high above
Foundation strong
How, Now and moment
The prayer within
The response
Action unlimited
The cries
Desperation
Tribulation woes
The Rock
Faith strength
Holy, Holy, Holy
Solid blessing
Enriching Soul
Embracing heart
Holy Again
The take in
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A TIMELESS VISION
One day you will see that I will stand in the Hangman-smelling Time, like the outcast trees in the depths of lonely forests. Hungry, greedy wolf eyes search for prey, impalable, unlucky left-handers, and how can I know about myself that in every case, the basic formula of the "wrong place, at the wrong time" revolves around the contours of my ceaseless life, and the spiral circles slowly close.
My orphaned heart, like a startled, orphaned, sick baby, would keep telling someone that if they heard my distant telepathic voice, they would immediately run to me, leaving the infernal shackles of the difficult, miserable everyday life. Perhaps Man manufactures his chains for himself, and not only others believe that he is not a hundred or that he is half-hearted. I still cherish the mirrors of waking dreams; this is how my forty hardened years passed unexpectedly and suddenly.
Inside, in the bowels of Existence, that is, below the surface, sto...
WHISPERING, CALLING VOICES
Be careful now: the secret forgiveness hidden in the rings of your years is still lurking there for the time being. The stigma-wounded heart-petal with holes could not yet be tamed, so that the immeasurable, millstone pains could be completely erased and forgotten! Stains of shame believed to be mistakes are now indelible from your soul; as if you were getting dirtier and dirtier from the inside, unscratchable tick-filth.
Your fingerprint is no longer petted, it is cherished by a caressing angelic hand. - It would be nice to consciously wait somewhere, for Someone; to fall in on themselves on the crest of flexible waves, like a Galapagos tortoise laying eggs, which even at the age of one hundred and ten is a model creation of health. Golgotha's tiny donkey ladders of Heaven and Hell - be careful - you can experience them here on Earth, not just on the other side...
- It would have been nice to cling to the uncertain, deliberate hope, of which...
SWIRLING NIGHTMARE OF CALAMITY
The fleeting Present would encourage more and more: Step forward, you tohonya, unlucky lump! Start putting your things in order already after forty! You must not look back on the miserable past, which until now has only looted, poisoned and destroyed, and rammed into the ground. For commemoration, a more romantic, perhaps coastal, palm-tree environment would suit, without crowded tourist caravans.
- Now you can even know about yourself, a mirageous, crying fog falls over your balding Sisyphus head; if your calling Guardian Angel does not watch over you - he is afraid - maybe there will be no goals, no dreams, no Tomorrows left. Age-born galloping and galloping can be heard in the distance; Belief in bad luck ready to be petty! "You shouldn't be so superstitious! After all, you would be a well-read person!" - In the shadow of your soul, a little person with the appearance of a puppy is hiding and just waiting for you to take his orphan by the ...
Back to Death
In a short time - you will see - I will become completely silent, I will be silent forever so that I can finally immerse myself in the redeeming Death... It will not be a good, complacent state at most, just another intermediate, temporary separation. Blind fate will soon dry up and torture my chubby face, like a mummy's. It erases the memories of "tabula rasa" judgments and tragedies I've suffered through, wasted loves, from my brooding eyes. And I, after many, many years, the former Egy-Kedves will believe without reservation that I was always hers alone!
It will not be necessary for me to prove and explain every day that it has become a necessary part of my life, like air. I feel now that he also has the memory of our happier, idyllic everyday life, which we could spend together and which marriage ended early. - Because every given, missed chance - if there was one - two chances are even the most dead ends. Because the one who for...
LIVING TESTAMONY
Living until Death
Narrow time left
Flesh and Soul
Truimphant of Behold
Death was a failure
Living thereafter
Doctors predicted what would be
Heaven said, let’s see
Life not controlled by Doctor’s words
The spiritual one
Always among
Can never be outdone
The final 7 became 67
Witness to that
My track
The fact
Imagine that
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POET DIARY
Dear Diary words
When I first started being a Poet, I always wondered how my words sound?
Was I meant to be a Poet?
Do I have the need and purpose to write?
It was a life learning situation
Finding my own observation
The courage within
Determined then
Knowing writing wasn’t a sin
Inspiration always in doing words transform
That’s the norm
It took a little longer from the very beginning
I thought I would never compose in transcribe
I was scare beyond compare
As a Poet, one must measure individually up
Through strength from my Grandfather’s wisdom
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