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FEARLESS SURRENDER (SHADOWS OF MY SOUL)
(full version)
Reality to me is the dusk.
Prevalence in the shadows.
It is cloaking,
Grasping,
Discerning
In a world of darkness.
It is torment.
It is restraint.
The disturbing notion
That one must taste a normal
Subsistence,
An existence so mundane and
Unremarkable.
Part of me scorns itâ
The contrived,
The unnatural kismetâ
And so loves being
Unbounded.
I can pretendâ
I know you know what it is
To stand the test of time
As a creature sunken
In the darkness of the world,
Trying to understand
What is going on,
What it is we need,
Why we do this,
And what it is they expect us to do.
But, the beauty of the peaceful lull
Amid the trees just before sunrise
Lies in contrast with the hazy tumult
Of my self-inflicted tomb.
I have lived, and I have died.
Life, as I knew it, is over.
Still, I am happier than I have ever been.
I know love.
I know peace.
I am in awe of every vision.
I bask in the passion of every caress.
Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.
I could listen to the stillness of the ocean
Before daybreak,
To the waves amid a blue-violet sky.
I could dance with flair to the music
With a glow that illuminates me.
I have a power that lures,
Clutches,
And holds.
Temptation is like the ache for sustenance.
Seduction is smooth,
Effortless.
One learns to employ everything,
To safeguard,
To control,
And to conquer.
I feel as if I am asking you for your heart,
Your soul,
Your breath,
Your life.
What I long to say,
I hesitate to say it.
There is the danger,
The allure
As my hand reaches out to touch your face.
Can I hold you
And resist all temptation?
Can I ever set you free?
It is the old, âI have to do this.
I donât want to do this.â
Yet I must send you away.
To protect you is to leave you when I must,
To silence you when you probe,
To evade,
To elude.
I can sense your presence,
Always,
Before I see you.
And, I kiss the earth you swagger upon!
We can only be hurt if I love you.
Itâs all been said before,
No doubt.
I might have said it all sooner,
Had I not been savoring every moment
Of getting to know you.
Wishing that carefree innocence never would
cease.
There is no one else Iâd rather beâ
Unless it was to love you.
You are all that I crave.
âĄ
Author D.K. Sanz a/k/a Kyrian Lyndon
WE ALL HELP TO HEAL BROKEN HEARTS
CAN YOU HEAR THE WAILS OF AGONY?
seagull photo by geralt / 24478 images at Pixabay
woman on beach photo by Tomas Jasovsky on Unsplash
I CAN TELL YOU, SHE HATED FLOWERS!
SHE HATED FLOWERS
She hated flowers, and I wondered why
That was;
When diamonds less radiant
Diminished her gloom,
And she delighted in the fragrance of her favorite perfume.
She hated that they withered and faded,
I thought;
That their petals broke loose,
And they barely hung on.
She hated that they were thrown away,
With every trace of them gone.
They were delicate and fragile like her,
Iâd say;
The kind of thing
She felt so undeserving of.
Itâs such taxing work for the weary,
Simply to nurture and love.
She clung to her own greenness and vigor,
I thought.
Exquisite as they were,
They brought too much sorrow;
She detested caring for those that,
Would not need her tomorrow.
She was too oppressed to provide refuge,
I found.
I heard heartbreaking stories,
Where she had it rough.
She did the best she could, I know,
But it was just never enough.
She is every bit like the flowers,
You know,
Warms your vulnerable heart,
With kindness and grace;
Brings happy tears to your eyes,
And the most joyful smile to your face!
She regales like a queen, and she stuns,
I say;
And I love her,
As I do those flowers she hates!
Some have penetrable walls, you know;
She has padlocked iron gates
Author: Kyrian Lyndon
Top feature image by Hong Zhang from Pixabay
Black rose image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay
Purple rose image by GLady from Pixabay
Orange flowers image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay
UNMERCIFUL: A POEM FROM MY NEW BOOK
My body was a useless entity.
In your presence, it betrayed me.
Like dangerous waters beckoning
In their mystifying beauty.
Their tantalizing fluidity caressed my body
As I resisted taking the plunge.
My body betrayed me,
Ignored me like a preoccupied stranger
With a will of its own.
And, I cruelly learned,
I could control what happened
Only if you were merciful.
But, watching you,
Listening to you,
Was not merciful.
It was a torturous joy.
Feature image above by Stefan Keller from Pixabay
“Unmerciful” is from Awake with the Songbirds Available on Amazon.com
LETTING GO (WITH â€ïžLOVE FOR YOU)
Did you know you could die?
Did you want to die, or simply not care?
All that bravado,
A hellion in rebellion,
But you knew things.
And, everything you said was true.
We smoked in the factory corridor,
Played ball in the streets.
Through summer school and Nok Hockey,
You were everything.
Just like those caramel nut sundaes at Klees
And the old rooster we cried for.
You taught me to be tough
And gave the best advice.
Looking after me
When it wasnât your job.
You needed your space,
Your own place.
You didnât need a pesty shadow
Like me.
I didnât understand.
We all loved you.
At least, I thought I loved youâ
But I couldnât see you then.
Ghosts can be so many things.
Whatever haunts you.
And, sometimes, what brings you
A silent joy and blessed peace,
You canât share it with anyone
But the one who shares it with you.
I see you now.
And, so, I released you
When you needed to go.
Like a balloon to the sky.
Or a butterfly,
Or one of those Wish-niks
You and I loved to cling to.
I do love you now,
And Iâll keep sending love to
Wherever you are.
The memoriesâ
Iâll cherish them forever.
And, I hope you forgive me,
As I do you.
Be happy!
Keep shining!
You always did amaze me.
Letting Go from Awake with the Songbirds by Kyrian Lyndon
Photo of sisters in hammock by Janko FerliÄÂ at Unsplash
Photo of rebel woman by Tibi_Varzaru from PixabayÂ
Photo of caramel nut sundae by chotda on Flicker
Photo of ghost girl by Enrique Meseguer from PixabayÂ
Photo of red balloon in window by Alfons SchĂŒler from Pixabay
Photo of dandelions by InspiredImages from PixabayÂ
A LOVING LETTER TO A FRIEND
What are we going to do about the fact that Iâm dying?â
She asked him.
âThereâs a lot we havenât resolved.
Thereâs so much we canât say to each other,
Including goodbye.
I donât think Iâve done enough for you,
Or that I ever deserved you.
âI keep trying to let things go,
Let it be,
Have faith,
Have trust,
And I think it works, most of the time.
Wisdom is crystallized pain,
And my greatest pain has been your sadness.
I worry so much about you.
âEverything shifted
When you entered my world.
You led me to the right path,
Revealed my inner shadows.
You made me a better human.
And, I love you.
And, I just want you to be okay.
More than anything, I want you to be happy.
But, youâre not, and I canât leave you like that.
You deserve to find your joy.
âWalking away from hard-hearted people is easy
For me,
But you,
Despite your impenetrable shell,
Are the kindest person I have ever known.
I could never walk away.
Iâd miss you more than
Iâve ever missed anything in my life.
âOh, and what are we going to do about the fact that youâre dying?â
She asked him next.
âI think youâre afraid.
A lost soul who canât find the path that leads home.
I see innocence,
Confusion,
And anger,
Your eyes donât light up.
I see the beauty you donât see,
In yourself,
Or in the world around you.
âBelieve me; I get it.
The world makes you angry,
Robs you of the will to fight.
What you say concerns me, though.
I want to talk to you about it,
But when I do, you shut me down.
You canât forgive those people,
And youâre right about them:
They donât deserve any more of your energy.
It baffles me that they were so unkind,
To someone so precious.
And, because of them,
You havenât been kind to yourself.
You donât love who you are,
But I love you.
âThank you for continuing to live when
You wanted to die.
Maybe I had no right to insist
Lifeâs worth fighting for.
Itâs your existence,
Your pain.
I canât suffer it for you.
And, Iâd never say you were selfish,
No matter what you chose.
Unbearable is just that.
But, in every blessed way, you transformed me.
You showed me unconditional love.
âOf course, I know, too, how hard you fought to survive.
Iâm honored that you chose to stay with me.
And, though youâd never admit it,
Youâve come such a long way.
It still hurts, I know,
But youâre never alone,
And never will be.
âPromise me this, though.
Begin, once again, to cherish
The whisper of the wind,
The beauty of a clear day,
And the divinity in all of nature.
Hold hands with someone,
Sigh at the faraway places,
Laugh at yourself,
Find humor wherever you can,
And let somebody hug you.
Embrace your vulnerability,
Savor your progress,
Celebrate your triumphs, and
Learn from your mistakes,
Always healing.
âPromise me, too,
Youâll take a chance on love
Again and again.
Reach out, my dear one.
Find it in your heart to forgive.
And, finally,
Know this.
Youâll be back.
Iâll be back.
Weâll cross paths again.
We are all dying, my friend, so, please
Begin to live.â
“My Friend” from Awake with the Songbirds by Kyrian Lyndon
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AND I FELT DRENCHED IN LOVE
From “Awake with the Songbirds” (coming soon)!
SAME OLD NEIGHBORHOOD
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SHE SAID NO, BUT YOU DIDN’T CARE
SHE SAID NO
Dying embers set alightâ
What had those vile creatures unleashed in me?
What beast had they awakened?
I think I vowed to kill the beast
With a single flameâs fury and resilience,
Bury it so deep in the abyss
That it would never again rear its ugly head.
Part of me did make this promise.
The other part embraced
An unfolding of lifeâs inextinguishable flames
And the mindâs unspoken bondage.
Because the crushing of oneâs will
Didnât cease with the conquest.
Poison oozed from the wound
Like some fairy tale curse
That corrupted your spirit,
Making it so vile,
You couldnât know or understand your desires.Â
Kyrian Lyndon – Deadly Veils Book One: Shattering Truths
ONE LOVE, YES, IT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE
ONE LOVE
Speak to me of what you dream
While the world, in a hush,
Lays itself to rest in the darkness.
There is change,
There is gray,
There is truth
In the haven of a colorful world
Free of elitism and unbending visions,
Far from the inflexible architects of doom.
We have room!
No separation,
Degradationâ
We are one.
No superiority,
Inferiorityâ
Two sides of the same coin.
No labels,
No fablesâ
Compassion for all
Or we fall.
From ‘A Dark Rose Blooms’ by Kyrian Lyndon
Feature image at the top by Gerd Altmann from PixabayÂ
Ifâby Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, donât deal in lies,
Or, being hated, donât give way to hating,
And yet donât look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dreamâand not make dreams your master;
If you can thinkâand not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth youâve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build âem up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: âHold onâ;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kingsânor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty secondsâ worth of distance runâ
Yours is the Earth and everything thatâs in it,
Andâwhich is moreâyouâll be a Man, my son!
Joseph Rudyard Kipling is best known for his novels The Jungle Book, The Second Jungle Book, and Kim, and his most famous poem, “Ifâ“.
This poem is in the public domain.
First photo by Cosmic Timetraveler on Unsplash
Second photo by Mark Teachey on Unsplash