THE NATURE OF TIME [A Poem by me] Just like the fields wrap their arms around the earth, To nurture her, to blossom, to bear fruit, and give us the gift of ripened sweets; I will promise to never ignore you; To be grateful, but careful, of the company I keep – To be happy with the beauty a moment can bring – Not be fooled by the things beyond my time’s reach. For everything I’ve ever needed, I came with – In my heart’s wishes. Continue reading The Nature of Time/poem
An Unmentioned Silence By Martin Hanley Swept away within a boundless and unmentioned silence. Where the sea arrives, it always returns and we, still troubled by its sharp circumference, remain loyal; forever drowning. Never triumphant, never boasting, but tender like a dark rain that endlessly pours to caress and soothe the souls’ inner fires. Sweeping away life’s endless woes, forever breaking the chains of time and glory. Its very essence contrives to own us, to charm the reticent, too reluctant and resigned. No heavy stillness can now remain here. No other witness, as twin worlds together combine. Still toiling and turning … Continue reading An Unmentioned Silence
Waking to be woken By Martin Hanley Numb and shivering, the infernal dam breaks, and I’m wide awake, waking to be woken. Deep noise and strange melodies submit as an angled plane dissects our memories, allowing suspended motion to dominate a single frame of cosmic wonder. Soon to evolve and flow, cresting upon an astral ocean as words drift silently without gravity to slowly transform their unwilling presence. Still asking immortal questions of our temporal darkness, it’s colorless tendrils complicit, remain our only light. Or was there once a golden principle hidden between worlds, yet forever guiding those willing towards balance within, where … Continue reading Waking to be Woken
In the brevity of life, we deal with the absurd Wired through our days, a hope The breeze and everything that is – I want to be A hidden myth that love is suspended – In the unsustainable flaw of time What dominant species we have become Loss is inevitably disturbing me Genuinely unexpected, but no revelation when it comes It drops into view leaving a mark in its path What was previously latent is now everywhere to be found I hear the perfect patterns of your heartbeat The precision of its rapid increase, as you touch me Do the … Continue reading BREVITY
LIFE by Maria Fokas I say that the sun comes up no matter what It touches my face and warms my heart I am not jealous that my time is brief In the darkness when nothing seems to work It makes no difference when the sun comes up So hold on and play the music high Cause the darkness doesn’t worry About you and I It will keep coming around till we figure it out Cause in the end We may be surprised That there is no end Forget those who start the wars they never fight And … Continue reading LIFE
PROMETHEUS by Maria Fokas Don’t turn away from life I hear the whisper of your voice In the footsteps that I take I rage and rage… But it makes no difference either way Your eyes…smile…laugh… and touch In the silence between the beatings of my heart It will always be there This I promise you my beloved friend: That in the absence of you I will remember you the most What we had and the words that we spoke I know now – I did discover the impossible Your soul simply a reflection of mine First raw and naive And … Continue reading Prometheus
The Final Flame by Martin Hanley Copyright © Martin Hanley 1/29/2014 There is meaningless in knowing where the red thorn has wounded you, As idle performers cast echoes of what once you only knew. And the silver keeps on turning, reflected moon she answers too, While cold morning now is breaking, hollow explanations begin ringing true. Yet the sea still washes over, past your key a hidden clue. Your term is a short one coming, still you wait for something new, The keening wind performs its duty, stripping the worn providing the new. And in time this light will soften … Continue reading The Final Flame
ANTICIPATION by Maria Fokas She knew no other way to live her life before him. Conservative was safe but an underestimated sin. Maybe she was damaged to remember things others could forget. In an unexpected scene devotion became deliverance. He was welcomed by her eagerness to embrace his captivating ways. But the day she believed she could rest her head on him – his broken words whispered; there is no truth to such a dream. And with his silence he disclaimed all the promises he ever made. And bit by bit, the future he had once uttered, faded away. A sinner she … Continue reading Anticipation
A Song to Call my Own by Maria Fokas A song to call my own . . . You asked me why I love you And a fear of wonder came to mind If I tell him will he flee? But then again how can I hide The most important thing to me? Is it the way you count my smiles – Is it the way you hold me when I cry – Is it how you make me feel alive – Is it how you promise to protect me – Is it how you let me be free to … Continue reading A Song to Call my Own
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