Empire of Poetry.

Greetings peers, might I be counted amongst you nobles fair; as we establish our empire of poetry here.

Long may your pens reign, and upon this blank, digital page, mark out a domain, that shall last for the age.

Some of us may speak of love and law, whilst others inspired, preach of mortal men and God. Very well then, by all means, be made merry my kin. But let us establish one thing; united, a law of love that is binding, and over us nobles, sovereign.

Thus: "In passion we shall speak, and in pride repeat; and in all that we lords proclaim; let our emotions ring true, winter-clear and sincere."

Now point me to my throne, to claim, as I establish my empire of poetry here.

DESERT LIFE

Bereft of ideas
he wandered around 
sometimes hitting his head
sometimes hitting the wind
or gritting teeth.
Despite all his attempts
thinking even from different angles
though aware of the subject
ideas blessed him not.
Someone in him whispered in his ears,
thus he felt
to pen a beautiful poem.
First came to his mind
a sprawling beautiful garden
full of a variety of pretty flowers
and their fragrance
spreading all around in the cool breeze
of the morning with dew drops
dripping from the petals of flowers
and the beetles kissing
and sucking the honey from their lips.
The next moment
someone in him reminded
of several poems he had penned
touching the garden,
beautiful flowers,
and fragrance.
He dropped the thought 
of garden,
flowers and the fragrance
...

🖤FOREIGN LAND🖤

Pores filled with distractions,
our future
Packed in determinations.
A river surrounded by vouchers
,the foreign Land holds a better living 
anyway😔.
Heavy sweat on my torn clothing,
blood Stings in my hands,I am in
 a foreign Land,
Drenching slavery throughout
 the journey.We put on painted
 masks consumed by pain.Yet 
still drag our 
Feet back on track.

We are nolonger identified by our 
names, The rights long lost as we 
crossed the river Valley.I am in a foreign
 Land,Will I ever see my family again??
Each day I blot out oppressions as I
 decipher the crumpled words,a bunch of 
critics in my position,It's okay, I muffle the 
anger.

Take me home where my heart 
and soul rightfully belong.I am
 in a foreign,where...

What Beads

What Beads

What Pleasure abuses

And Genius breeds,

All Mortal accuses

And crushes and lifts

Through Crucibles passing

That Melting awakes:

All Messy is massing –

And taking Remakes!..

Remaking revolving,

Producers of “-Re’s”

In Series joking-

Ly value their Mess,

To make Messy-anic

That takes to reshape

In-forming Pre-panic

Enthroned in Jade...

Forbidden Construction

Of staggering Bans

Mis-usable Junctions

For Junk of all dense

By measure of Final

To that Mortal leads –

Eternal but Minor

Path narrow of Beads!..

Encounter Cup

Encounter Cup

Encounter Salvation

And Birthing reinvent:

Let liberated Passion

Makes straight again the Bent,

And turn into Oblivion

That Memory prevents

To find in burning Living

The Depth of Ocean Lens!..

Through it let Light obscured

Anew its Music play,

Discovering matured

Imprisoned Must and May –

So that to force free-willing

Just eminent Breakthrough:

Like Dew of Morning spilling,

Let fruit what so long grew!..

By cutting all Connections,

Establish Closeness tight,

Perspective retrospectious

Let Images from Light

Reviving – and from Ashes! –

Push further, wide and up:

Let Space feel Time in Passions –

And Time fill s...

To Be Mean

To Be Mean

To be Live in the Dying, –

The Process of Birth, –

Is essential, crying-

Ly say feeling Loss,

And in it Gain proclaim,

Fighting back, killing Self:

Every Purpose let aim

To fulfill Core of Delve!..

Core of growing Sense

Midst emotions to feel:

Is it common, that dense

Perpetration of Kill?

Is it “known”, that learned

So negligent Grasp, –

Of the Prophecy worn,

Of Nightmare realized?..

In Belief Being’s felt

Only breathing in Trust,

And pulsating in Melt-

Ing of Spirit of Dust,

And entrusting, to lift

Let’s all Losses between

Crushing Waves by the Rifts

That approve what that mean!..

&n...

See Broken Lost

See Broken Lost

See Paradises before they are lost,

Willfully Tenderness now reveals,

And understand what is rightfully most

In sudden Glimpse of the Age that all steals.

Robbery this may you force undertake

Travelling, that is of Dream so born,

Fly, as if flow, and run as if rake,

Scream of that Joy like an angelic Horn!..

Open Eyelids and Eyelashes – and Crown

Let be for Thorns that to anticipate

Is here your Spirit, in Craziness drown,

Sunk in the alien Madness’s Gates.

Entering it, held the Keys on your Heart –

Demons angelic are barely near:

Mad and Insane will in Fight fall apart,

You only rush – no back looking, my dear!..

Memory now – Technology of

Overwhelmingness grasped on a Brink,<...

Amazing View

Amazing View

Amazing is Feeling

That’s massing a Mess,

Unwillfully pealing

Both Forehead and Chest,

In Waiting exhausted,

Protruded by Steps

On Tips, as if roasted,

On Toes, as if Gaps!..

A Maze let enjoyful-

Ly enter this Life:

Emotions yet posted

Will soar and slide,

And, moving right forward,

Acceptance just gain,

Which, yes, is so awkward, –

But not to disdain!..

Let’s welcome the reason –

Right here, hurray! –

All dazzling and chiseling

In Universe spray!

A Mess in a Row –

That’s Progress, what’s new?! –

And Nothing is growing,

Evolving in View!..

to be or not to be

Is the last good girl dead or is she still playing
In front of the fire with her guitar, swaying
You might not believe one word I am saying
And you maybe would laugh because I am still praying

For the girl to get back her broken love
To get it back like it was
Before

Because in her heart nothing has changed
She's still torn between heartbreak and pain
And the spirits she evoked can't be tamed

Two men down and the curse is reversed
Can a life really by preserved?
Or do you have to die to be finally free?
That's the question of to be or not to be

my life's mission

I never thought I could like a German guy
In a way like that
But you were different
Unconventional
I saw it in your eyes

Just a girls' night in the city of Magic
Deep talks about future plans and wine
Guys and beer around the corner
Oriental music
And a game of darts to join the fun

I hardly ever saw eyes so beautiful
I was mad at you because you told me you fancied my friend
Could have told you she would ignore you
I turned your baseball cap around
And you started to see me

You told me I am a good actress
And it means the world because it's a confirmation for all I learned
You liked my playing skills
And just when I got ready to tell you my life's story
They played protectors and dragged me out of the bar

I must admit it was 5:30
We could have talked on but you got my name
You probably t...