My Girl Has Died, My Girl

Artwork by Karen Arnold 

Death is life afterwards

A train that climb down

Backwards

Maneuvering every speed, it held

Dead leaves cover me in every sight

Beg on to cease mourning but

I can’t

Day is night, everyday

Life is death in black and white

Time is mirror, left is

Right

I understand now, my girl has died

Behind the Invisible, very far away

Light and shadow are in constant

Fray

They crave my girl, I worship their grave

Wrong and Opposite, none is fair

Selfishness blind mean of us being

There

I only write, write to release my fever

Love and hate, perfect imperfections

Two egoists with one bread to equal

Portions

They both hurt to heal, heal to kill

Now that I am alone I but recite

Underneath my heart are harsh words of

Dispute

Glory’s to my pen, Reign to my world

Night's Weeping

Artwork by Tamara Ward

Tears shed by pen

Smear heart in notebook

Fear strays from the frame

And appear in a stern look

That strangers cannot notice

Behind blue eyes and the sky

There lay broken promises

Ones with not a wing to fly

Lost in nights’ wiping

Their views out of try

Days spent in drawings

She’d be sent out of the house

With river from weeping

But for what once was

Known as the daydream

Helped to cool down the volt

She won a place in museum

And a heaven of some sort

She’s the goddess of smile;

A battle she never fought

She’s an expensive style

Always precious to look at

With a bunch of guys on file

Before my mountain was flat

And I hadn't meet the change

Yet, or hear myself in the air

Until my soul escaped the cage

Cage of time that didn't play fair

I cursed thoughts I had in range

For her viral atmosphere 

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Artwork by X Posid

Lay your head

at the bosom of my head

and let your dreams prevail

as a blossoming gray rose

don't you wander off poesy

it is where life begins

in the wake of my muse

your face I behold

beauteous you are

in a world you're a star

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Artwork by Lisa Runnels

We’re two blocks apart

My forlorn pulse yearns

For your remedy; daring

Let me lose now and yet

Don’t let me think of years

For years are mere counting

Kinda love me, life alone is getting stiffer

For every star beheld in the night sky

Embed a million blinding light

In your eyes are stories I decipher

And songs my soul holds on replay

Just love me; my Goddess of delight

Late nights, with thoughts in revolt

Heart and eyes in need of you close

Sleeping dwell on bottom of their will

I cherish your being, loving you I devote

I sing of your beauty in poesy and prose

Wish I just could read for you how I feel

Until You Fall Asleep

Artwork by Celestin Munezero

Once my thoughts took a long wander

At the edge of twilit land

In a world they know no love

She the wailing loner

The Goddess of beauty and the light

Whose mercy dwells on eastern horizon

And the mouth of paradise praises her name

Unceasing and with tendering delight

Now find me here, the desperate lover

Burn my soul with the touch of your eyes

And deny not kissing the core of my heart

I long for you, as deities long for sincere psalms

And search your pulse on the bottom of my thinking

Oh, daring; I beseech your kindling affections

I contemplate on this art on starry nights

Master-given art of yearning for you in time

Crave not to enter the cave of my bosom

The stock to your smiles and your distinct aromas

Stay close by the garden where you’re adorned

Your name of angelic melody is innocent in my ears

There’s no gold mine I wouldn’t give away

To touch your dark skin, beauteous as the sky of heaven

Gentle caress across your whole body until you fall asleep.

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Artwork by Celestin Munezero

Plays ceased to arouse

The lively amongst my long-dead pieces

Amidst perpetual contemplation I dwell

Unable to tell clearly life from death and vice-versa

I once thought I’d live for who knows how long

And the god himself was ignorant of my muses

Away at the fortunate land they know no sun and no moon

I the glorious visitor were of merry welcome

But sat cross-minded for I was unaware of their languages

Their daughters and cattle and gardens were of heavenly glare

And though encompassed solitary kept me accompanied

I could read contentment fresh and young in their eyes

Vain

Artwork by Sabine Sauermaul

Vain! You’re a drifting vain

Not in simpletons will you reign

Your reddish wine, I’m afraid

Will be drunk by soils not in need

Foreign to your sail

As heaven is to hell

Now set you’re missed

In worlds you’ve kissed

Please don’t go by yourself,

Send I, your servant

The docile in you cattle

Voiceless in ovule merchants

Your halo is so hot to freeze

And your shrill not in our veins to breeze

1 A.M.

Artwork by Rajesh Misra

It strikes one aft and fore

Crave of the flesh tenses at once

Meekish restraints yield way before

Thence the virile blow is but a waste

It strikes two aft and fore

Cling to the thought presses like twice

Blankish psyche yearn for hardcore

Hence fiber alone pays for the price

Whence did he befallen me?

Him the uglier in all the angels

And of what his purse has to be?

Frightened am I unlading his fambles

Motion waker entice the hand

Below ground is the rover mind

Night In Common

Artwork by Dawn Hudson

Life and death have life in common

     Be it of a human, a borer or a deity

So do I and the moon have night in common

     Be it sunny, hazy or cloudy

Even now, she’s got the brightest of the sides

     Her heavenly smile peek my room’s underdoor

In the sky of the stars, her gaze constantly resides

     And whilst the angelic wings, my flight underdo

Not so long have I altered from being a song

     In the ears of mountains my chants do perish

So wild and woeful as time within a throng

     But still, notwithstanding, still’s the pain to cherish

But what do love and death have in common after all?

     Devotion and retention I presume

Being a neighbor of either side, I clearly recall

     For they embellish souls they consume

Words are mere leaves falling from sole trees

     They bleed not, neither do they really know

Whether autumn is round the corner with heaves

     Nor do they least care how vigorous will the wind blow

But what do life and sin have in common?

     Sin is but a life in sore cloak, I daresay

Cloying to the flesh while decaying cinnamon

     Whence did the gale and the ages sail

Life stood in-between me and my dear death

The very moment I failed to keep hold my clear breath

At the Edge of Horizon

Artwork by George Hodan

     It’s not easy, not really easy

Living at the edge of horizon

     Sun set not, moon rises late

Tidal feelings quake indoor

     Being is all but illusory being

Ethereal muse kindle me out of self

      Whilst amid time I’m tied to heave

Read not anymore my dear eyes

      For in every word is mourns of lonely heart

Sculptured everywhere as stars are to heavens

      Hear no more my kind ears

For in every song are cries of straying soul

     Lost amidst foggy cold nights of December

Oh poor nose of mine, divine you are

      And innocent as wisdom is to the mad Emperor

And hands are, I console myself in thinking so,

      Quaky as thoughts are to the touch of her pure being

Our brokenness is a language we cannot translate

      Nor possibly understand where it springs from

But its banks and beds willingly set in our wildest dreams

      I acquired poetry not for pitching my voice high

But for waking gone-missed mountain lovers

      With the loudest amongst all my silent hearts

Worriers of Time

Artwork by Celestin Munezero

Turned the sight around

To the humble gatherings

Of travelers to the unknown

Land to pretend and defend

Thereof in their righteous mind

Execute blur-sighted prophets

Sons and daughters of the future

Now is the morale they merely read

Sculptured all around parietes

Of their sore hearts

Cries in their pathetic eyes

Are heard alone in their homes

And of them worriers of time

A Chant

Artwork by Sabine Sauermaul

Say it bores me playing a piano

Or it sores me sailing a sea alone

Late at night when you’re asleep

And stars are watching over you my darling

Extend your hand and take me there

To that isle empire of beauty you built

And amid the rhythm of songs we sing

We’re lyrics to the world of magic

Days are steep and tiresome to climb

But together we mount like

A song coming to an end

But seem to be starting instead afresh

Just, Take Me Away

Image/Amateur Pic

Take me away

Far away beyond my reach

Where I won’t breathe

Neither will I think

Take my sinful thoughts to rest

In that cold hell of them perished

When there was still life to lie

Life of despair, life of misery and isolation

Take your child, corrupted with lust

Masks are getting tighter, blemish uglier

My language’s utterable not anymore

Lamentations are but mere chants of devilish choir

Cherished in the underground grave of heaven

One or two know, three or so follow

Amidst the frigid mo(u)rnings of January

The lecher Angel takes a good lead

Who knows how many gods in space?

And goddess in pursuit of righteousness out of death

Give me one pill tonight,

My being will soon be forgotten,

My pain and blankish days I borrowed

Grant me one wish, cold sleep would fit perfect

I now plead,

I please my flesh with flesh

Thoughts with thoughts

Take me away now ere I foul my sheep

To the land of quietness

Wind blows not, stars shine late

Oh, how marveled am I

For that venture ride

Smooth and slow it ought to be

And mild and still I ready am to go

Just, take me away

To the island they don’t think

And be with me forever as time is to the gods

In the Eyes of the Skies

Artwork by Celestin Munezero

Haul the clouds

Behind the mounts

Sail dreams

Along the tides

Think of not to write

To write is but to breathe

Muse rather to reads

In the eyes of the skies

Countless are the Words

Foreigners but to the Author

And as night roughly befall

Mourn not my strangest of the souls

Recollected are poetries to recite

Engraved onto the flaming of the time

And onto our blankish memories

Us the flails, us the despairs;

Onto the diaries of the greatest of our coevals,

Onto the hearts of the heartless poetesses

Who’s to redeem the worlds of the rightful?

If not the Sun of the mighty kingdom

Oh! Brethren, hear not my cries

Cheer not to my laughs

For they are mere counterfeits

Just as heavens are to the nightful hearts

Be Solomonic in reading my eyes

Be! As a mirror in the desert reflects sun rays

Birth the right in the wrongest of the moment

Thus the wrong in its righteous orbs

Sons to the sinful mothers

Daughters to the vileful fathers

Heed me not, I’m temporary

Yet permanent as the Change His-self

You’ll notice my gust tailing

Not until I’m done will you be.

New Year's Out

Artwork by Larisa Koshkina

New Year found me out

Staring back at the stars

Them I didn't know before

If only I could understand
How they make you feel