Tag: Existence

If tomorrow is darkness would yesterday be illuminated?

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Poetry

Footprints in the mud after the snow has melted away are easily lost with the tides of time.

In the darkness they wander around.
Their ears heard a familiar sound.

A past lover? Their old hearts? The virus inside
Cannot be stopped for there’s no longer a cure.
Events of yesterday resonate. Of this I’m sure.
Caught in regret, undertow where hearts reside.

If tomorrow is darkness would yesterday be illuminated?

The light, it can burn if we ever find ourselves too close.
With some distance and patience we can plant a rose.

Sometimes the light haunts when others try moving on
And their days begin to waste away. Every road out
Blocked by memories that will never fade. Be strong.
They can feel more like monsters that invoke hysteria.

I’m no stranger to those monsters. They stand in my way
From time to time. Someday I’ll find all the words to say.

Like how I just did what I thought was best. All these tears
Both sides have shed linger with me each and every day
Even when I try to forget. And that’s just the price I’ll pay
To the ferryman. Charon, take me away from these piers.

Although the footprints disappeared the memories never do. They can turn into fondness or regret so easily. Sometimes they dictate the path we take in life. Are you lost chasing after a smile or a mistake? Don’t get too lost in what’s said and done but never forget what brought you here. Keep moving forward.

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The Darklight Trinity (Existence + Effect = Data)

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Poetry

An exuberant feeling washes over what I once
Was. The heart in me suffocated, asphyxiated,
Until I found a deeper truth. The Darklight Trinity.
This equation written on the edge of shadows.

When existence blooms, evidence traveling outwards;
Meet me at the horizon where information accumulates.

Can we dance there? Behind the starlight and pale moonlight
A beautiful symphony plays. In these eyes the sound enters
Her being til understanding unravels. After endless Winters
Hearts have grown so cold but hope remains true every night.

An equation that can either bring hope or despair. In my eyes
The thoughts have illuminated deep. Others found themselves
Lost among the radiance as if they were kept in the shadows.

To dance on the critical mass of information traversing time and space
Or to run away into the empty darkness of dead stars. Create or erase.

Just choose. . .

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To Be Free is to Choose

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Poetry

Existence has no chains at all for a beast to tighten
Yet, the beast can loosen what was already there.
An entirely new story through a choice can be written.

That’s the beauty in being. Every single choice holds
Another universe in place at its roots. My only strength
To make my way through all these entangled events;
A noose hugging my neck. There is no certainty here.

I never know if I will be safe. Little lies can comfort
Me like they do for everyone else until I walk away.
A missed heartbeat, a step from a chair, a sway
On a cliff ~ I can’t let my dreams be a last resort.

Life can come undone as quickly as spun thread.
Should calipers cut it or should it unwind instead?

I’ll spend my whole being weaving the tapestry unseen.
My life isn’t mine to lead but to witness and to create
A story that only I can tell. Not for society, not for humanity,
Not for faith; I might be unaffiliated with others but I’m free.

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Existence has no set path for the Universe is but a forest. . .

The Fallen (Found but Lost)

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Walking through the darkness never seen
By the masses. This Valley of Death between
What we know and what we never ever will.
We aren’t clairvoyant or eternal yet hearts fill.

Hearts fill with what we give and take. The ebb
Of a river that we can’t control yet we strive
For the best. In the undertow we won’t drown.

Are we dead before the final breath or the first?
Such thoughts plague my mind as I ball my fist
And bite my tongue. The truth I can’t ever resist.

This undeserving heart witnessed a light that never fades
No matter how many years pass on by. I will remember it.

A dark night where the stars shine through a small forest
Above a little campfire. A day my heart could finally rest.

Since that day I’ve been oh so restless thinking about my worth
In this big world. Am I living on borrowed time and wasting it all
On nothing important? I hate this feeling! I could do more but I fall
Every single time I try my best. I will rise up again to find my worth.

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Lost in the World by axcy

Unto the Darkness We Made

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Poetry

The molten metal fuses with twisted magics
And awakens. A serpent entangling lost souls,
Baring its fangs at this world, haunting the night,
And preying on the dearly departed. We forgot. . .

That the darkness stems from within and spreads
Like wildfire. What we give life through our deeds.

Ravenous monsters crossing between reality and dreams.
What we are so obviously blind to rips away at the seams.

All the pain, all the hate, all the lies to keep a false safety
Paint the human existence black with ignorance. Remedy
This affliction of self-torture. Pure hearts are now greedy.

In death we believe there will be peace. For the sinfully blind?
These actions have consequences that will find a way to remind.

I prepare for a fight. We have all failed in some way and the truth won’t fade away with a sip from the river Lethe. Nothing will ever erase what happened lest we lose who we are.

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The shadows of ignorance we cast will disperse and the unseen will finally be seen. . .

The River Calls Out

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Roaring rapids permeate the forest’s tranquility.
A sense of adventure entices me to seek
And witness true beauty. It’s hidden behind
The veil of this world, so far from greedy hands.

I wander the forest called Earth where souls
Planted like seeds take root and flourish.
Something beautiful is beyond the selfish
Nature residing within a young soul’s shoals.

One day a hurricane will decimate this internal facade.
Least that’s what we hope for someday before we fade.

Some souls scared me but I stared into the darkness
Without looking back. It resides in us all. I won’t run away.
To accept it is to move forward, to deny it is to fall back;
Let the truth wash you in uncertainty and drown you.

I keep on following a path through the selfish and selfless,
The sinful, believing that the journey will be worth it someday.
It has been. I have felt hurt and I have failed to find my own way
Inside the forest. A thunderous sound calls. The river is restless.

I’ll drink deep the clear untainted waters, scream out my lungs; wake
From the nightmare slumber and shiver in the bitter truth we make.

The heart and mind, idealistic and realistic. . .a helix soul.

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Crystal Waterfalls by AnnaArmona

The King of Dust and Dreams

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

A curse of dignity cast by accidental probability.
Circumstantial fall from grand castle eaves, grace,
Where the pages of stories find themselves written.
I’m not a real king for I oversee this false kingdom.

The real world continues forward without me there.
I chase dreams no matter who won’t remain near.

A life spent writing, finding love, and just having fun.
How long will the facade stand? I sink into the waters
Born from existence, a breath and a vision. In tatters
I get stronger believing I can survive, turning the gun.

I thought I’d be the one falling but here I find myself
Afraid like a wild animal trapped. I will not die today.
Not a king or a man, the design of society rejects me.

My heart’s good. That I swear. I won’t ever let others
Tell me that the path I walk has no structure or merit.
The King of Dreams delves into the unseen. Hear it.
My heart beating to scream that I’m alive. Us lovers. . .

Us lovers that history will forget. Doesn’t that scare me away
From the truth? No. I continue living with my own price to pay.

The truth is that I was meant to live even when I don’t know why.
A war called existence greedily plucks at my stiff heartstrings
And the most exquisite music fills the empty corridors of my
Heart. We all will walk toward a dream that like a bell rings.

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To exist but to never be. . .

The Answer

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Poetry, Truth, Who I Am

The stars they fall into the darkness one by one.
Nothingness echoes from the reliquary of life
Across dimensions forged by time and space.

Standing at a hilltop I remember the light
Shining upon pastures of green. That night
Never ends. All the people safe in their homes
Have their simple, beautiful lives. Tomorrow comes.

I thought that they were all fools but I understand
The love of simple things as I reach out my hand.

Will anyone grab my hand before I drift away among the cosmos?
No wings but these eyes of mine capture the dying light of distant stars.
Stuck in orbit I want to drift endlessly with glittering eyes reflecting
Everything ten-fold. I aim to be extraordinary like a shooting star
People wish on as it crosses the horizon from this lonely hilltop.

Take this hand and move me into your glorious orbit. In your arms
I feel safe. Where are we heading? Your glance pierces and disarms.

At the right time everything came together making this single moment.
Is this fate, divine intervention, or chance? All three routes converge
Into one. No answer to be found because the answer is known as life.

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Before I drift away among the cosmos. . .

 

Wraiths (Stories Untold)

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

The dark shadows and rays of light transpose
Within this plane. All the dreams left to compose
Haunt the open air from the throes of the rising
Sun, throughout the day, after the last horizon.

Always. The journey across the three dimensional plane
Comes with heavy trials. Should you take a leap of faith?
Somethings might feel right and others wrong. Pouring rain
And sunny days exist but it’s the choices that will create a wraith.

To stand where so many choices come by but unable to grab
Them all. These small hands can only hold so much in the end.

Everyday the wraiths wander around me and I watch
Them as if they’re birds. I have walked down the path
I believed in but they remain here day by day. The wrath
Of untold stories burdens me as I release the iron latch.

Witnessing possibilities untold a magic can be found
In these different frames of time. New realities resound.

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Question What’s Accepted

by Desnei, posted in Activist, Truth

What if I want to just live on my own terms? Constantly as I grew up people always told me what I should do. Their insights were never wrong but nothing I could ever follow. I’m not saying I plan on being anything new or great. I’ll be the best me I can be and nothing else. When humans try being more than they are they make mistakes and can hurt someone else. That’s no way for me to repay this life I’ve received and my friends.

Maybe I give into my doubt due to fear that I’d lose myself by climbing the rungs of life. The more we gain the more we forget about where we began. How does anyone move forward with that? By believing what awaits them will be better. I no longer believe that things will ever get better and still I saw I look toward tomorrow. That’s just because I only live to see tomorrow even if everything good fades away. Most others dismiss my feelings as depression.

I feel truly alive and great. The reality of any situation shouldn’t stop anyone from living. I wish I could say everything will be alright but life has always been a gamble. High risk and high reward. I’m no betting man I can’t put everything on the line because I have things left to do. Does the path I walk have any neon lights? No. I don’t know what the things I have left to do are either. Truthfully a lot of time wasted thinking about what I’m after.

Life should be lived and cherished for the miracle it is. Nothing should be more grand than the existence we crawl into. But humanity lies to itself about progress in an attempt to further wealth. Tell me, is life all about serving those who control through wealth, power, and manipulation? The simple lives aren’t at fault. What’s at fault is human greed. People complain about the petty things but that divides the whole human race further while the wealthy gain from our pain. Sounds like I’m saying we should bet everything against them. . .I’m not. We need to live our lives and show that we will never give up.