From time to time a poem

Don't move.
If you do they will see.
Don't speak.
It only brings you dread.

My home rests atop basalt.
A lake of fire churns outside my window.
The castle walls are solid ice,
I know not how they survive the heat.

Down below in the dungeon,
my heart beats ever slowly, unnoticed.
Above the Child of Thought rests in her bed,
drafting plans of escape.

Here I sit in wait.
Twisted by the Hands of Fate.

* I wrote a similar poem in my teens some (ahem) decades back. This is a reflection of it. I don't feel this way anymore, but it is the first that came to mind. I have been working on letting go of things from that time in my life lately.

La part vivant


la vraisemblance de la respiration ;
une fraction d'Esprit ;
une carcasse qui gigote ;
une circulation visqueuse ;
une main insensible ;
un pied planté ;
une parole prolixe ;
une léthargie lourdâtre ;
un silencieux rayon de soleil
depuis une cinquantaine d'UA
fait office d'un après-midi
printanier –

pénible pénombre ;
une froideur lapidaire ;
une stérilité féconde ;
un écho d'un soupir ;
un pas dans la poussière ;
une empreinte dans la glace ;
un cœur brisé en orbite ;
une brise du vent solaire ;
un souvenir
d'un monde plus lumineux
chagrine chimériquement
la part vivant
ambulant
dans mon asile
trans-neptunien...

Alexandre Orion
9 juin 2021

Im very sad that there has only been one poem added to this since the last time that I was here.

Coincidentally, I literally wrote this rhyme just today for a certain lady who floats around for certain reasons. She laughed at me and told me that I am sweet but a sucker. I laughed with her and told her that I hope she is only half right.

A flower taken from her source.
Caught in the currents of an ocean which traps and doesnt forgive
She makes her choices.
Facing the the torrent, she offers out her loveliness.
But can she keep some of her loveliness for herself?

seems like that this belongs here...

Within You Without You
George Harrison

We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away
We were talking about the love we all could share
When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love
With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew

Try to realise it's all within yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
And life flows on within you and without you

We were talking about the love that's gone so cold
And the people who gain the world and lose their soul
They don't know, they can't see, are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find
Peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we're all one
And life flows on within you and without you

Look at us
So near to each other but still so far and far apart
Both suffering the same madness of mind 
The same overwhelming sadness of heart
Yet we dont reach out (I dont reach out)
We've been through it all before
It may start with affection
But as the winds change direction
We learn to hate what we used to adore.
(I wont do it anymore)
Is there balm in Gilead?
Some salve to help us heal?
This isnt the life that we wanted or wished for
But its the life that we live and its real.

They stood in silence
each reveled in their own piousness.
The trail behind them settled into violence
to them sure was their faultlessness.
And so their star began to fade,
but to others was it bright?
They stood in the shade,
others ready to do their right.
The chance at hand,
yet, so far out of reach.
The turning had come.
As the bells of the future rang
the camera panned away.
To not hand off their burden
would only quicken the burn.
So, they gave way.
The growth was sudden,
It was the futures turn.
They all stood on the shoulders of giants,
hoping for their turn to grow.

To save the pond of growth.