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Let the things of dreams perish, let ours die, let betrayal pour out a spring of water beyond measure, acquired things bring ruin, snares, let them burn, the crosses of ashes will remind us that once dust dreamed of being lord and master, the most precious things let themselves collaborate with the wind, black magic, spirits that are a thorn of venom, let time pass for them too, let the demons take what they sharpen their teeth on, hell is in each of us, in each of us whimpers, the abyss in each of us, providence has given birth to its son, things only the soul values ​​the heart to a fall.

Through the mist and clouds I pursue the cosmic light shining upon all existence this light is everlasting point of cycling of being born and dead fear is the only one brake in this world we fear simply nothing just for purpose of mankind dealing with fear should be priority for everyone of us. Overcome your fear and become free being.

Return. Prelude. Continuation. Subchapter. Epilogue. Empty page. Which of these signs leads toward time? Perhaps the future has found a way into my reclaimed world?   My skin shivers at the thought of how few words stood between me and forsaking life. Today, without a reason, I touch the sky with my heart. I feel the light I had forgotten.   I cherish this night within me, its bittersweet, sticky darkness, bringing blind kisses, sleepless caresses.   Your tears echo inside me— I will not sell reality so easily. Never again will I mistake thought for truth; I will feel, with my whole being, this riddle.   Our planets converged, collided at their poles, doomed from above to embodied loneliness. I wandered along rugged trajectories at the foot of the heart; it is beautiful to dream so simply, without ceremony.

The day is white in the glare, it will open, The doors to the storms of those years that have passed, And it will fly black over me, On the wings of the lungs, it will rustle as of old, It hurts me, I will prostrate and whisper, a prayer, kissing the altar with my lips, And my heart is beating restlessly, He looks old, but his blood is getting younger, Too soon, under a sky with clouds, My first love will come to me, He'll flap his wings and fly there, Where is the terrible world, in chains, Beyond the endless distance, I will not forget her, Never, happiness breathes there, gone, The heart beats with an echo, with a combination of, Shadows creeping in the starlight, It looks like their radiance is endless, On eternal life, of days gone by, Only the light languished in the dark gloom, And the rumble of the gods themselves runs from the heavens, And there's darkness in the abyss, and a sweet star for me, It's shining, we'll be inseparable there, We will always carry eternity in our

“Your Heartbeat is a Dream”   Your heartbeat is a dream. One from which I sadly waken… To find peace, in that I will sleep again. I walked in the sunrise, Surprised to find a summer’s day amid the snow… Wanting you to know that I am thankful to be alive, Simply because you were so good to me.   My heart is aching, though… From what fear? I cannot define What it is that makes me so afraid. Is it that I have forgotten, Or is it that I have never known The way summer shines through the winter, While it seems another world has found me?   Your heartbeat is a dream, In which I gladly slumber on. My heartbeat fears to break from you… …that this is merely a winter’s dawn.   © 2024 Marten Hoyle

God hides somewhere between the cracks and crevices of poetry and in the shadows of the soul in the rhythm of the unspoken word or in the smell of flowers yet to bloom. God speaks like a bird or a tree blowing in the wind and sometimes God dances in the space between the raindrops and the streetlights. God is drawn in the faces of old men and in the hearts of old women and in the hope of a child's eyes. God is waiting in the echoes of the stillness found in loneliness and takes walks in the heartbeats of the lost. God is everything or nothing and in everything we say and in nothing we say. God sleeps in the cradle of the sky like a baby rocked to sleep wrapped in the fabric of time and in dreaming causes all to exist.

I'm tired, weary, worn out... Yet every time I close my eyes I'm haunted by your ghost... - Mayah

Children are sleeping Grownups are weeping Illness is creeping Please stop the bleeding Soulmates are breaking Smiles are fading Trauma is waking Don't let it take me

Leave your part in the clouds The burden of earthly creation hurts Partially Leave behind iconoclastic words Let dreams bring the firing squad You will die halfway Memories are sometimes immortal

I cannot speak the page is blank the words have gone away the pen is still the song is lost and silence holds the day.

flux sans origine éclats d’absence immobile trace sans retour vide en abondance naissance du disparaître silence du temps mémoire dissoute dans l’éclat d’un non-être impermanence nue   originless flow shards of unmoving absence a trace without end abundant in void birth within disappearing the silence of time dissolved memory in the flash of non-being bare impermanence

deep harm night bred ticking death boy toys unfurled looting seems a doom scheme looming gloom dreams ask for World Guard Grace styled by mild noise Knight's prayer keep sleep

Today I dreamed the future— all woven in smiles. I saw with my own eyes that silence—the touch I felt down to the soul.   I gleamed entire, until tears, until a whisper that knows no road back.   I have learned by heart: loneliness belongs to everyone, but it is not worth dreaming in seclusion. I understood that the fear I nourish will never again don an indifferent mask.   I know, somewhere deep, I uncovered a dawn; I hid life beneath the surface of longing. I lay my soul to prayer, I beg the sky to gift me the missing piece.   At the opening of evening I offer you a handful of stars from my garden— so you will not forget the light. I open the gate to the future— to desires with which it is hard to fall asleep, yet so easy to grow used to.

it's rising up taking control bre.. ..eath comes tight like he's strangling my soul fear in my bones trembling (all) alone heart racing.. and racing.. as I reach for my phone. afraid to look back afraid to look ahead skin crawling... and crawling.. succumbed to it's dread.

Published August 24, 2009 Stop dreaming Words gibberish, scattered in vain Stop waiting on the other side of the shore. Nothing divides us. Everything divides us. They violate the sense of coexistence. You are a wreck. You are a wreck. You are animosity. An overabundant test of strength. For love's sake, I will give violence a name, as if it were named without violence. I will crush it greedily. I will regain the lost honor. The eyes of Providence rejoice the hearts. An empty wreck. By the will of heaven, confusion will come. An unleavened act of confusion. The duty of sacrifice, of blind servants, paws. Dear God, you know this. The duty of a little thing. This is what I entrust the whole world to. You know this well. This mystery of an image in likeness. 26 This infinite will, made of millions, an obstacle, made of bars. NEPHILIM 2009

One brown red stem, pencil thin etched delicately on a ceramic cream plate. Attunes in one fleet instant, the mind to dream and the eye to see. Tall reeds amid grasses blowing, spike and stem limned clear against the blue eternal sky.

the orchestra keeps on playing in the stillness of these violet nights silhouetted in the waning gardens. it goes on like the infinite inner gale as weeds grow over my doorless house.   cold shards of the dying empire; the geometry of the labyrinth; shipwrecks of my fringe aspirations; visions of faraway misgivings; – a smile yet unsmiled, a life once lived, I’m longing for the other self I could have been.                                                          ebb away along the graveyard benches along the sphinxes and stagnant pools torpid and lost in the sleep alleys. precise as a clockwork wish collector one day I’ll abandon the boat atone the malaise of my black flora.   dethroned & desolate; splintered among the poets of doom; a dreary descent into vanity; I’m weary like a horse running backwards. still guilty of a victimless crime, possessed & embittered by the mystics of misfortune.   there’s no escape from the prison I’ve built from prodigious lands of dead elegance and the

a sudden hit to the chest I drop to the ground, dead Behind glassy eyes I saw Your car driving past once more I always knew I wouldn’t die old And now everything’s getting cold So with my last breath I said The last name anyone expected With a death rattle and a flood Of DMT through my slowing blood The same exact colour As the metallic blur That gallantly rides away As peaceful as I decay

So tired of life,no peace or rest. Staying in nature feels truly the best. Among the soft green grass and bright flowers, You can lie and gaze at the sky for hours. The birds sing melodiously in the woods , Reminding me of carefree days of childhoods. The gentle breeze , Makes time freeze . Oh Miraculous nature, Always keep this creature.

No. I do not see you. I hear you, my most precious drowsiness. I know you are drawing near, that I fall to my knees—everything was born too recklessly.   I cry out, yet no one understands my solitude. Our shadows collide, our gazes find one another— which of these colors embodies your faith?   I wait, my heart denies its hope. Perhaps you will return, perhaps not— I will raise the sky for you, so you might trust the existence of the earth.   I strip away the remnants of passion. Perhaps I will find someone who will scatter my longings. Cruelly aches each step backward—before I sleep, I will show you the future, nestled in my heart.   Perhaps I shall kindle the light wrongly, perhaps I will discover that which we so awkwardly call happiness.