DEVIL’S DREAM!


1995


Ayad Gharbawi


The Cathedral’s sorrow
Whose eyes
Feel alone
Searching
For stillness
Amidst leaves
Scattering
Murmurs suggesting
That Death calls
You;
Your roads dance
Insane
Bewildering Nature
And her creatures
As Cruelty’s hands
Speak inside
And for yourself
Expounding
Words’ meaningless intents
Let sleep hover
Hover heavy now
‘Neath winds undeciding
I scream!
Hope is nailed!
Love is nailed!

a faded moon in the sky
the meteor showers cry
alone in the dark cold night
an emblem fire so cold yet bright
a bright star alone
forgotten and forgone
still, yet wavering
undeciding and cowering
a dreadful heartache felt to the bottom
everyone expects her to be strong
but she is not strong
like every, she falls
in the dark corner of the sky
there she lay,
the moon goddess in slumber
pretty as an ember
no one understands
yet she craves warmth
in the deepest depths of the earth
she wanders
longing for the same touch
longing for another phase of the moon
her cries fills the ocean
whails of agony creates storm
her tears twinkle amongst the horizon
with this she realizes
those who are near her are close yet so far
so close but yet so different
with every difference hurts
with every insult hurts
every put downs hurt
she laments in her own sorrows for no one understands
for she herself doesnt understand
what is the world when no one cares for her
she has no porpuse
no will
what are the richest and all the pearls in the sea when there are no one to share it with
she can only express her sorrows to those she feels safe to, yet those she feels safe towards doesnt understand
she longs her family but they deny her the warmth and love
like the sun they crave adventure and fun
like the wildfire they cut down woods and trees she planted
the sun mocks her gardens yet nourishes her flowers
with every delight comes a price
with every laughter comes cries
she fills herself with these emotions just to be taken away
with no foundation she struggles to find ground
she longs for bueaty and peace
they long for destruction and power
she longs for things to go smoothly like the river
they long for things to burn out in smoke
just like that, she burned in fire
she lacks warmth
she lacks vitality and soul
yet she needs these things but it burns her
the close she gets to the sun the more burnt she gets
she pretends not to care
she feels great pressure from a dam that cannot let go
she feels it from her mother whos holding by a knife
she finds her way,
but whichever way she turns she doesn't belong
she only truly feels safe by herself
she cannot fathom the day that she will no longer need or want her family
her family is all she has
she loves them
yet her family is bringing her down
she feels trapped and confused
with nowhere to go
the moon goddess cries in the dark
her whails echoes throughout the night
waking the wolf and the owls
all howling and hooting
she cries for help but no one comes

i.

This life,
But a quick moment's flash;
We withereth as flower's
We dissapeareth like grass.

ii.

Born into the next eternity
Rebirthed into living;
I shalt giveth every last breath
Because the time is verily leaving.

iii.

I won't taketh thou for granted
I wilt giveth all mine love;
To thee mine queen,
To thee mine jane-
Mine own being
And dove.

iv.

O' we art here but for
A second, O' we cometh
To learn, then moveth on;
I shalt loveth thee in the morn
And dusk, in dying sun's, and
Mournful song's.

v.

And even when I passeth
On, I'll findeth thou then
To, mine spirit's lively, it
Knoweth what it needeth,
Not undeciding- for I am
Thou, meaning I am you.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

(20 minute poetry)

Is this what the end of a day looked like to me?
the raising of the blinds so that I could then see
tomorrow?

Let me borrow a phrase from my mentor,
' you only see what you want to'

This charity has brought to me clarity,
the undeciding decided,
the way forward is clear and touches on me in a way that's so dear to my heart.

In a package, they gave me a way that could save me
did they save you too?
And who could they be, but the House of St. B.

At this House of St Barnabas.
It always does it
for me.
I
make up my
mind at least in that I can find
the offer on offer
I cannot resist.

Cateblanche- by me///   Chandelier doll, chaos Victorian, acting as if unaffected! Your syndrome's effected, unbuttoned for others to snap back on. Your hearts in a reservoir, kept tidy, undeciding on what and whom a queen shall choose, gain all, destroy much for it's only you who can lose!
Your jargon words are contracts to enemies. Your sentimental values displayed on men's caves, flaunt your sockets as if rockets take you gliding across bedrock moon! No newspapers no news......
Your cradles been spun, Hysteria's begun since all have left you emptied.. I will meet you at the old time reception, where dinners are feasts! Zephyr's so gentle, so free!!! What's to stop you from menacing innocent schoolers on their way home?
Varieties, there's many. Yet few have life defying glow...
Passover waits for your robust shine, where love is all plentiful, please lover let me not fall behind!!!!

Moonshine........


Ps- sorry all its suppose to be carte Blanche for title ! But before Me poem I accidently put cateblanche lol wrong spelling! Stupid tablet haha!!! ();

I am undecided
I don't know why.
I say,goodbye,I say hello
I come and go and still don't know
who or where or what I am.
If undeciding is the game then I'm your man
or maybe not,
I can't decide.