Here, and
after-
are the aftermath
that lingers from the
sneak peaks and glimpses of
wild, kaleidoscopic visions-
fractions of a paradise
that belongs to
nowhere.
Now,
and here- still are
dreams undefined- and
roaming around the crowded
spaces- breathing upon the heavens
while swimming in blazing hell’s fire.
Would the
unborn hope fail to
come and to heal the curse of
barrenness- embedded within souls
that remain caged in lonesome,
abstracted existence?
Here,
and after-
still belongs to
the enclaves of the
future, where illusions-
as concrete realities-
reign.
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Concrete? A blade of grass can rise through concrete – hope, forever shall be unborn – that it can never die – & heaven and hell no more than perception.
It’s good to feel that stirring again LJ – lovely to hear that soul.
Take care.
Hi. You’re a one of a kind poet. Your poems are encompassing. The themes cover multitudes and complexities of life written with incomparable depth.
hi tim!
what you’ve said appeals to me like a sign of courage and perseverance- a really hopeful thought, 
.
the soul’s been wanting to speak up for a long time- been to busy to let it out, lol!
Thank you and cheers!
Poeticgecko,
That’s a thoughtful thing to say, thank you!
Appreciate your note, 
Heyy LJ
A quick note .. haven’t read the poem but I am glad you are back after a long hiatus. Hope to see more of you in the coming days.
Aditya, hello! Thank you! Missed doings this stuff- lol! Yes indeed, it’s been a while. Hope to be here more often,
I don’t know If I said it already but …I’m so glad I found this site…Keep up the good work I read a lot of blogs on a daily basis and for the most part, people lack substance but, I just wanted to make a quick comment to say GREAT blog. Thanks,
A definite great read….
so gracious of you BloggerDude,
,
Appreciate it so much.
free in heart
(hereinafter)
free in heart
a wish so distant
a dream to reach
with echoes deep
in a hollow
desire never ease
to passage of time
rain stops falling
river flows beneath
hardened dust; lush
with sweet flowers
festive bees; butterflies
dancing with my eyes
fruits of love appear
tempting my lips to dare
taste, beauty in bare
honey drops
but i look the other way
purse my lips to eternity
breathe out my soul
close my eyes, with sand
pouring out of my hand
i’ve seen them all…
Somehow I feel like you are searching for something… I wonder what?
Lovely poem as always. I would be lost in understanding each line, yet I couldn’t help myself to read them again and again.
Z
Hi Z,
Thank you so much! I guess you got me in there, lol
searching… I always do- for different reasons, for different purposes.
Manong Eugene, as always, great lines! thanks for sharing,
An exellent poem. For those of us that strive for perfection ‘the world is a frustrating place’. Philosophy can be greatly expressed throuth poetic verses, as exampled by yourself, this poem is an inspiration to all us budding flowers. Thank you. Take care. Bye.