In contrasts to your darkness and light is your will to live



From the coals of sacred texts, brought fouth from ancient whispers of a circle of unbroken time, dipping and acendinding its change state, as the one constant in unending continuity. Therein lies a simple truth, corrupted with gentle persuasion. 


The state of being, the being of state and status of beings. 

There are three main laws for us to purview and avail here and now, or in past and future possibility. There is one rule that seperates, yet, reconsiles and is master of all truth; ugly or beautiful it renders life in death, death  into life and life into death. 


to live evil live to  - live.d.evil

to Evo L ovE to 


The cycle that never alters its identity making Its mood known in all forms and states; the All as in the We collective; and as the I; AGAPI, the known mystery of presiding over both and the first of the third.


Go.d  and evil.


Live with the hidden truth in plain sight. Felt  with intense realness,  hidden in semantics of languages  long lost and forgotten,  but none is needed to unless seeking to corrupt the incorruptible what is known and fails in explanation.


For  this very reason,  the logic of AGAPI (love) in all its moods, colours, ugliness and beauty fail to be described. And still, the poets' pride tries in vain to capture the whole.  Ever so often though, glimpses resonate and we can see a temporal portal with the promise of the indescribable known.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

For the few temporal and literal scholars here who might find something of interest here. Blessings and Hugss 

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Hollow Ground

Hollow Ground

Like the effluent rose, failing to blossom,

I am stranded
With no defence I sit and wait for the inevitable storm that will strip me of all my colour
All my emotion
All my life
Rain cascades like tears down my withering body.
Battered by the elements as i stare at the ground, waiting for it to consume me
I am weak
I had faith once, i used to admire the ocean of blue above
My beauty is still ever present, but it’s invisible to most
I am invisible
The world that we live in is a picture of serenity, but the earth is filled with parasites
Preying on the weak as they make their way to the top
Forgetting all they once were
Staying true to yourself is a dying art
And not everything is how it appears before us
But even though i’m suffering,
I am still a rose
And I am still beautiful

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for a very special girl who's soul has been turned to dust.
Taken in with the promise of light, then consumed by darkness.

Inside all of us is ourselves

We just need to come out once in a while

Romantic Reflections of a Beautiful Morning

The sun rises above the hillcrest,

As does the joy of my heart;

Rays of warmth and love,

From her I will never depart. 



Fresh dew upon the grass,

Young birds chirp in their nests;

I watch her gently sleep,

My love to her I silently profess.




I enjoy the stillness and calm, 

Watching as she smiles and dreams;

She brings me to stillness and peace,

Like that of a slow flowing stream.




My heart and soul flow with love, 

And I smile as I quietly reflect;

I’ve been handed a sweet princess,

A sweet princess to love and to protect.




A vow to myself I make, 

As she quietly sleeps away;

To love and always cherish her,

Until my last breath... until my last day.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Author name: Michael Brieck, For more Poems you can check Cute Love Poems for Her Thanks

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Seeing You once

Seeing you once,

Even by chance,

The sun melts literally,

Like the surface icy!


The moon gets resentful,

When I call you beautiful!

As a ripe chilly,

She goes angry immediately!


The flying birds stop their journey,


Seeing you walk as a princess lovely!

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She Disappeared

Out of the blue she did disappear,

Like a tablet in a glass of water,

Like a blaze of the thunderbolt,

Looking for her I did for some moments halt.


Yes, I was infected with the disease called love,

When I saw that beautiful dame I didn’t know of,

She was more stunning than an angel I must say,

Stole my heart like magic right away.


I wished I could see her once again!

Amid that notion came the blessing called rain!

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A Beautiful Heart! [Story]

          Daisy and I got married in 2012. When I saw her first at the university, I was captivated by her beauty and innocence. She seemed perfect to me and I decided instantly to have her by my side as wife.

          When I told Daisy about my feelings, she did not lay any emphasis. However, I became obstinate and kept on trying my best and won her eventually. I cannot forget the day when Daisy did say to me that she loved me too!

          Daisy is a school-teacher now and I work at a bank. We have one beautiful daughter named Sara. She is four.

          We have everything with the blessing of the Almighty but the previous love and affection have faded away like a burning cigarette! I do not feel the same attraction for her I used to in the past.

          Perhaps, Daisy’s condition is similar as well. Every now and then, we quarrel. Whenever we argue loudly about some trifling matters before Sara, I feel extremely sad because she is only a child. Her psychological condition is what I am worried about.

          Sometimes, Daisy goes to her mom’s house without even letting me know anything. She does whatever she feels like. To her, I do not exist anymore. Whether I live or die, she does not care.

          The previous love has been replaced by hatred and curse. Whenever I am all alone like the Old Mariner in “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”, I feel like crying like a baby. My loneliness flies me back to the past when the days were as beautiful as a rainbow!

          After all these years, I have come to know that a relationship cannot last long without love. Love is like the inevitable support that binds two lives in a marital relationship.

          However, we are separate now. Yes, I have divorced Daisy a few days ago. What pains me the most now is the absence of my baby girl, Sara; I miss her smile, her way of calling me ‘dad’, her ridiculous excuses, her naughty activities, and the like.       

          The maid-servant Jenny was shocked when she heard of our separation. She has been working in this house for a long time. She is also a divorcee; she has a son named Henry.

          Sometimes, I talk to Jenny about her family, her village, etc. Whenever I talk to her, I feel a sort of celestial comfort. Her heart is as clear as a cloudless sky.

          Jenny takes care of me. I feel grateful to her for the fact that she has not talked about leaving the job. At times, she tries to realise whether I have the intention to marry again or not. However, I let her know indirectly that I am not thinking about that now.

          Jenny knows my likes and dislikes quite well. She knows when I take tea, what is my favourite food, which food arouses IBS and so on.

          Now that I am alone in my huge palace-like home, my mind has started forming an emotional bonding with Jenny. As she belongs to a poor family, I help her financially whenever she is in need.

          Even though Jenny feels a little shy taking money from me, I pay her more than she deserves. I feel extremely glad and content in helping such a poor but good girl.

          Time passes by like the ripples in the river. I am more emotionally attached to her than before. Jenny is not that reserved as she used to be earlier.

          Now, a strange transformation has occurred in me. I long for making love with Jenny. I know that it is not proper whatsoever but I feel a sort of uncontrollable desire for her.

My sexual need reminds me of “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man” where Stephen Dedalus’ desire for having sex is out of control!      

          I do not know whether Jenny wants me the way I want her or not. Her manner seems as usual to us; I have not sensed anything different. Whenever she does smile like Vinci’s Mona Lisa, I feel like embracing her and kissing her for eternity!

          During the night, when Jenny is not around and I am on my own, I think about passing intimate time with her. I ask myself, “Does she miss me the way I miss her?”

          One day, when I am extremely ill and bedridden, Jenny comes close to me and touches my forehead to feel the temperature. I open my eyes and look at her; in her sky-blue eyes, I see the endless love and affection for me.

          Perhaps, it is destiny! Perhaps, it is to happen! Perhaps, Jenny is sent from heaven for me; to serve me, to be my side so that I may not destroy myself by committing suicide.

          Sometimes, the thought of committing suicide appears in my brain. No, I am not a weak-hearted person; I would rather be like Paul in “Sons and Lovers” who moves towards the ‘light’ at the end of the novel.

Like the vanishing of the vapour, my affliction is being reduced gradually by the warmth of this very girl, Jenny.

          After getting well soon, I let Jenny know that I am extremely grateful for her gracious support. Without her assistance and care, I would have died by now.

          My daughter Sara does not ever call me. But, I talk to her every week. If Jenny inquires of whether Sara calls me or not, I lie to her saying that she does call me. Actually, I want Jenny to realise that Sara loves me and misses me so much.

          I do not meet my friends now the way I did before. I discover that I am turning into an introvert and unsocial person gradually. Jenny suggests me to go for a walk in the nearby park and to rendezvous with my friends.

          Working at the bank, eating, watching TV, and sleeping have contributed to one thing- I am putting on weight day by day. As I do not exercise anymore, I am getting fat fast.

          One day, I ask Jenny about her dreams in life. She tells me that she does not have any dreams. She asks me if I have any; I let her know that I have a dream to make films. Hearing this, Jenny tells me that I must work hard to translate my dream into reality.

          Jenny is absolutely right; I must start from somewhere; eating and sleeping are not going to lead me anywhere. Being an ambitious person, I have always longed for being known, being famous.

          I find most of the people’s lives suck. I think that everyone in this world is born with a particular purpose. Everyone has to play his significant part and contribute to the progressive civilisation.

          Once I tell Jenny that being rich is not more important than being well-known by doing something worthwhile. She agrees with me entirely on this point.

On occasion, I think of my ancestors who are hardly known to anyone now. I mean to say that they did not leave their marks by which they could glow like the stars even now!

Obviously, I get philosophical but at the same time my desire for having sex with Jenny pops up. If I make love with her, she may not respect me as before; she may stop coming to my house; she may tell her relatives about this- all these notions keep on emerging in my brain like viruses!

Since I want to be a filmmaker, I need to go to places. In other words, I will be a busy person once I start my project. Therefore, marriage is not going to work for me.

Yes, I know that there are numerous directors who are married and at the same time successful in their works. But, I feel that I may not be able to provide my would-be wife with needed time. I do not want to do such injustice.

My loneliness makes me think that if I have to go to another city or country due to shooting-purpose, will Jenny miss my absence? In my heart, Daisy’s place has been replaced by Jenny!

I do not miss Daisy at all. This is how time erases the memories and pains slowly but successfully. The person, who used to be my breath, is like a thrown away basket now.

On the other hand, the person who is socially inferior has turned into someone valuable and respectable in my eyes. I think that I must let jenny know about my feelings for her; if she refuses, then I will not compel her.       

Since I have already known that a relationship needs love to grow, to be firm or solid as water and sunlight help a plant to grow up fast. 

          But, I cannot say what I want to; I suffer from “to say or not to say” complex now. I think that I have turned into a confused Hamlet!

          One day, I decide to ay my mind bare to Jenny. Since it is Sunday, I am at home; I keep on waiting for her but she does not turn up. I try to call her but the phone is switched off!

          Jenny does not come that day. I think that she must be in some sort of problem. The next morning, before reaching the bank, I think of knowing about Jenny’s whereabouts first.

          When I reached Jenny’s home, one of her distant relatives informed me that she died yesterday in a street accident. I was so shocked hearing the sad news that I cannot say anything as if I lost my speech!

          While rushing towards the bank, I think about Jenny’s untold dreams; yes, I am sure that she did have certain dreams even though she did not let me know about them.

Now, I cannot but think that one short life is nothing to provide the dreams with wings to fly!

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That Beautiful Girl

That beautiful girl,

Has left a solid mark above all,

In my heart’s core,

I seem to love her more.


The way she looks at me,

All on a sudden with her eyes lovely,

I can’t help looking at her,

As if made for me she were!


So innocent looks she,

So angelic, so lovely!

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*Ode To A Big Tall Colorful Tree*


 Trisha Barrek Hopkins


A big tall colorful tree

Just standing in a pool of color

For all to see


One by one

Colorful leaves start to slowly fall

And have their final rest

On the ground

The lay silently without a sound

Until kids come by to have a ball

With all the awesome leaves

That they have found

In their minds they still can't believe

On how beautiful big and round the tree stands


The kids make big piles

And jump in the leaves laughing

Throwing them in the air

On their backs now relaxing without a care

As the leaves fall back down

Brushing against their face

All these came from a tree with bark so brown

Waving its branches at its own pace


This tree has big strong arms

When you step back with amazement 

Or swinging on that handmade swing

Your heartbeat is racing with alarm

While listening to the birds sing

You capture the joyment

The tree has to give

It may be old 

But this tree still has long to live


A couple sits down

By the big tall colorful tree

Everyone in town

Sees the beauty of what may be 

The lives that it has seen

From a childs life to becoming an adult

Just imagen the tree came from a nut


The couple sits

And just stares peacefully

Relaxing a long side the tree


As years past

This big tall colorful tree

People are amazed on what they see

Hopeing and wishing that this tree will last

As beautiful as it may be 




My Love For Him;

 Since words can't quite express, I

need you to imagine a million roses at best.


The blue sea at night lit up by the stars

or the beautiful hum of a few guitars.


A summer breeze gently kissing your face,

the slightest touch soft as lace.


Or deep in the forest where the sun dances off the trees,

shining light below to the animals and bees.


Your arms are my home,

Safe in your embrace.

Content with you in this time and place.


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