Shimmering glow of vivid
sky
Donned the everlasting amity
In haste, rainbow unfolded its colors
To pursue a hope for eternity
Yet, its ends began to banish
Seemed dreams losing reality
Blackened night merely marred life
And death connived at a past
Died and buried with pain
Less hope, struggle ended
Ever-soaring wings resolved in pity
In a sad, damp cold plight we ended
Everflowing color of the
wind
Unscathed along the path
Seeds of life placed certain
By morning glory's will
Sounds unwind the soulful spirit
To fly ever so high
Was in the doldrums by
ardent guilt
Severed by mind, will, the gloom
Deceived not by charlatan dogma
Courage stifled the hapless bucolic
Only abysmal benightment deepened their sorrow
Reckoned dogsbodies despised through arrogance
Dulcet bells, maimed in silence
Joie de vivre perturbed profoundly on the brink of prime
Whisper of emaciated justice wandered, fear curtailed its span yet
The spirit lost in supreme nowhere
Darkness shrouded the mirror of truth
To lie would construe nil of sanity, to be blind
To be candid would evoke dullness and conscience
Conscience, conscience, would scribble pertinacious statute
Celebrated through destiny
Roses of vermillion, saffron, alabaster bloomed
A paradise shaded by erudite hands
Clouds rolled in perfect say,
Covering the delicate, jocund sun
Casting a shadow so pure
Life bribed a perfect
circle
For the two's trip to odyssey
Stars no way not
The cradled field brightened
Seemed sparkles at night's sky
Sophisticated flame cherished
This earth would endure a joy
The commonplace is Varleim
Where wizards and hags abound;
I am a wizard destined
To live in Varleim in a forlorn castle there.
Ordinary earthly beings
are forsaken,
Never brave their hearts entering in Varleim
For the supernatural will they be greeted?
And lose their senses and die.
But human with powers
uncertain,
In this kind of place be permitted
For the craft among my fellas
Allow him to be enslaved and later be one.
Varleim looks quite eerie;
Creations and sky as thou can say
Are evil, mutated, disgusted,
Thou see nothing but black and night.
The way to my castle,
take a wooden drawbridge
Over a boiling magma from a volcano, Erebus the Mighty;
Thou trot, it creaks, sweat cools down thy body;
Steam bursts in a sudden, don't panic thou will fall be cooked.
Step on its soil, be prudent
Underneath it is soft and heating water;
If thou are heavy and weighted,
It drowns and plunges thou, be buried, breathing is not easy.
Cacicti animus is the
species
Of the thorny plants surrounding my castle;
Cactus is thy word,
They're all similar though ours is black and moves obviously.
It's hard on thy part
perambulating,
It kills thou in no time;
Recklessness causes thy fate,
On my soil death brings thou to the unknown.
Finally, if thou reap
luck,
On thy very eyes ascends my castle towering;
Fear braces thy shoulders and tremble,
Thou are needing to go back but the bridge has been drawn and the
risk be taken back.
All black compared to
charcoal except the sole light up,
It's my lamp in the laboratory
Where I experiment to formulate the spells
Used to draw away the foes.
Beings wanting to explore
high upward,
Dare throw dreams into ashes
For it costs life
Upon breaking the rules I have declared.
I have an assistant,
He's a chimaera in thy world,
But in Varleim he's but common;
For many years in this castle we live.
Sariba is his name,
Half-dog, half-horse,
With built of a mare and head that of a dog,
Together we cast spells.
Thy mind concludes am
trash evil;
My castle turns thou to a distant light,
With the black, cacicti animus, a monster;
Nonetheless, Varleim speaks, "It's the rose among the thorns."
I am a wizard sophisticated,
Separated from the good for am good;
Assigned to do witchcraft in Varleim, the dark,
Tasked to defend the good against the surrounding powers of darkness
Am about to win!
(a poem inspired by HARRY POTTER)
The empty space resided
in my unknowing mind.
But a smile left a trace of joy on my face
that would banish the hardships from
the day of toil to end.
Who caused that so? My Mama.
Mama sang her favorite
lullaby
which used to be Grandma's.
The night willfully accompanied her with
the power of chant. In my crib I swallowed
my dream deep down to a somnolent path.
Mama sings the lullaby.
Hoping jealousy not be borne,
I escape and hide behind the walls.
"Mama, could you sing that to me?"
And tears begin to fall as
my juvenile brother sleeps so tight.
Sorrow...Death...Life...Sorrow (Published
in LettersFromTheSoulSeries by poetry.com)
In a remote earth, I blinded
my eyes
On a distant narrow, black shore, I dreamed of nil
In the day, I saw none but doom
On a vast field, in solitude I stood
In a deserted chamber, I cried 'til I fell
On the river, I hoped be drowned
In the wilderness, wanderer I was
On Everest's apex, I gasped out of hunger
In a blackhole, I plunged to hell
In the shadows, I trembled
In the mist, I chilled
In sickness, I lay flat on dry-matted foliage
On my death, I live back.
A ray of light flashes
on my face
Your presence secures a dazzling gaze
Adorned by the sweet scent of perfume
Comely you may seem
But solitude and sorrow
reign
Fear consorts with doubt
Caged in the struggle of silence
The most artless love of a lad
Reticent lest knowledge would cast desperation
Beyond guilt as yet unspoken
Something's Changed When You Told Me This
I never thought you have
this feeling
That hearts only are dealing;
It's only you I know a friend
Whom I can share and depend;
Yet, I can't resist the words you told,
They rang my ear somewhat like a bell;
Something's really changed when you told me this,
And that's what I wonder, is this a heart's tease?
If one deserves love,
he frees and unsolicits hate.
If one deserves hate,
love does he not know.
If one deserves respect,
his sobriety despises arrogance.
If one deserves disbelief,
people see him with no reputation.
If one deserves trust,
he is an admirer of fidelity.
If one deserves betrayal,
marred is the value of relationship.
If one deserves praise,
his talents does he not overlook.
If one deserves criticism,
it justifies mediocrity or vulgarity.
If one deserves you,
he greatly needs your love.
If one deserves help,
it is now you have to extend.
I loved you oh as eyes
were stars
I loved you oh as lips were blood-shown
I loved you oh as skin was a full-bloomed sampaguita
I loved you as hair was black as night would come
And your eyes hypnotized me in illusion
Notwithstanding, I realized this was love at first sight
So uncomfortable at the start yet gradually disappeared.
Cast a spell to death
certain
From below life survives revival
A shadow of the past would turn to soul
Pained profoundly yet in tales and illusion
Close your eyes and hear
silence
As if the world has shut herself.
Detest, be upset, lock the door;
Time seems to cease in solitude.
No one deserves one in sobriety,
For logic and sense have the answers.
The sad revolves around
life
where the unhappy glooms
Shadows cast a hurtful soul
spirited through a mere revolution
The sky resembles a cover
of blackness, lifelessness
The owl feels and screams
of often haunting noise
Fear embraces fear
The forest seems a nearing
threat
a dagger to the back
Blood curdles in the midst,
left cold, dying, adieu
Time won't tell when you'll
know
The feeling touched by Cupid's arrow and bow;
Deep inside in comfort you lie,
This feeling I swear won't die.
If you only knew,
Without you I'm in blue;
So please give me time,
To express this feeling of mine.
So sad the world has turned; A hope of bliss steadfastly perturbed; Cold as the peaks of the haunted is the grave where he rested and paid The trees hide as if guilty of crimes the logical brains cannot construe His spirit is free, yes, liberated from human chains Wintry nights scare tragedies of bliss Trapped in space, so the eagle cries Cada corriente de color
del viento Schizophrenia
(by my sister Katherine Flordelis) A nightmare of deemed reality haunts, © 2003
Joemill "Joe" Flordelis
Life compares the blessed and the deprived,
The struggler and the fortunate,
The victor and the loser.
Nowhere to turn,
No backs to lean on.
Only I see the mirror
That bares this soul.
Mister Owl excruciatingly resigns in mystery for reasons untold
No call for the twilight now, no dulcet song has ever survived
And silence deafens the weak of heart
Belief of disgust climbs in the air of foul gentle winds
His hollow face stares blankly as it pierces my eyes
Nowhere to hide at the second instant, only stand supposedly undaunted
Justice has yet proven its worth and dignity does it bear
His hell awaits his sodden soul and do I deserve a laugh after all?
Dramatic pause of resignation arrives in solitude
Nevertheless surprises grave at its peak
Afeard of death for uncertainty entails
Drop the bombs, in dilemma I speak
No way, nowhere, nothing, nil
The sight is black and darkness heightens
Escape so blurred, light drowned in abyss
Now, hapless I become
Libre (by my Spanish friend Montserrat
Punyet Soriano)
Ileso a lo largo del camino
Semillas de vida situadas seguras
Por la mañana, voluntad de gloria
Ruido desarrollado de espiritu lleno de sentimiento
Para volar alguna vez tan alto
That's delving in my peeked senses
Burdened, I tried to intrude the cycle
Even scared of losing strength
Dry and shallow I know this is
To escape, fight, and hope
But still as wintry cold water
At night it reigns a noisy holler.
Reputing God why sodden am I with this,
Battling against the chains of claimed fears?
Felt desolated, broken, an angered soul
Temptations of death inspired the choke
Grieved through years of wave regrets
Felt like drowned with rude secrets
When will this life end the pain?
For this jaded soul, with tears never sane.
I refuse the agony from threshold to under,
It's getting worse and a sore.
Damned with life besieged by the ugly,
Indeed a scar that leads me to the fury.
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