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Heart of Babel

Tell me what secrets

Does life hold

I want to know the mystery

Of the soul

Let the spell of creation

Take control

Manifest an existence

That I don’t know

 

Drop me in a void

As it comes to life

Hold me in the solace

Of this dark night

Watch it give birth

To new sparks of light

Show me where God

Finds His delight

 

Breathing new purpose

From this ash

Find a new cause

To replace this wrath

Falling in love

Just to form this pact

Realizing the darkness

Too shall pass

 

Doesn’t seem gravity

Bares much weight

Doesn’t seem right

Just to call this fate

Given new life

And a sharper taste

Canvas is blank

Ready for the paint

 

So, dash me in color

And watch me praise

Throw me in the light

To shine these rays

Flush as a lover

Who is set ablaze

Conceive in my soul

As love exclaims

 

Welcome the presence

Of this sweet mist

Bask in the pleasure

Of an endless bliss

Time nonexistent

Within this kiss

As I linger in hope

I can not resist

 

Eyes wide open

As life reveals

Unfolding realities

Once concealed

Grace overwhelming

Heard my appeal

To give me a faith

That I can feel

 

Tell me what secrets

Does this life hold

Show me the splendor

Of all you know

Wrap me in peace

As I lose control

A perfect creation

Standing, whole

 

© GaratheDen

© HeartOfBabel

  • Author: Garathe Den (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 10th, 2021 20:58
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Breathing new purpose
    From this ash

    Find a new cause
    To replace this wrath

    Falling in love
    Just to form this pact

    Realizing this darkness, Too
    shall pass!

    Doesn’t seem gravity
    Bares much weight

    Doesn’t seem right
    Just to call this fate...'
    (what a wonderfully poetic depiction of self-excavated: Defiance
    in the face of that alluring ease
    of Anger, Victimhood and Hopelessness!
    be it faith in 'Something'
    or just ourselves
    so long as we have something
    to anchor our spines upon
    we can journey this Perilous existence,
    with our heads: held High - looking
    for that beacon of Better
    in All, the promise our Tomorrow's, may mercifully Bring...!)
    its ok, if we can't agree on some things, dear Poet
    I still appreciate you choosing to share, your poetic brilliance,
    thank you!



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