Within the reach of clasping fists

Within the reach of clasping fists

Yet quite never in their palms

Hidden by shadows and mists

Remembered in only few songs

Cloaks of hemlock intertwined

With hearts shining as sunrise

No compromises, with clear mind

They rush into battles, no disguise

Not to survive or lay their bones

But to taste the history’s nectar

As thorns adoring a wild rose

They pierce fear, bright as a star

To dissipate the enemies

And rise above the blooded ground

As one to conquer these

Shadows & raise from them a mound

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Moonlight path on the water

Moonlight path on the water
So still, haunting cry of a loon
Would have pleased nature's daughter
As orange flames reach to the moon

Sun long time gone
No place for brightness
Until the night is gone
Careful subtleness

Walk in shadows deep and dark
Sing in whispers, dance in webs
Let the stars become a mark
Of ancient celestial steps

Feel the lake, silver and black,
Taste the air, viscous and cold,
Put a scarf around your neck
Let the northern night its secrets unfold

A.K.

Test Poem - Untitled

Untitled test poem is random in its creation

A range of digits, frequencies of microwaves:

Spirits, teratogens, perhaps mystification.

When there are too many IPs time dilates.

Agoraphobia, Microcastle - suspended animation. 

A.K. 

Power & Control

This was a very long year. But you learned a lot. You learned that you can’t possess people. Power and control is always just an illusion and has no real basis. Yes, some people live under an assumption that there are rules, morals and ethics but in reality an individual does what an individual does. 

Realizing that there’s no control or power [over individuals] makes everything simple. Love is never constant and differs every day. Those who try to enforce any kind of stability into their feelings and emotions are bound to eventually fail. Perhaps, a monk that spent most of his life in meditation will gain the ultimate control of self. But us, mere mortals, can only try.. Once we accept that feelings are similar to weather and ocean tides we can live with them. We can recognize them and let them be. But we shouldn’t force anyone to feel what we feel. We can only try to understand others. Understanding someone is a key to all of his/her secrets. Even though some things are better to remain a mystery.. We just need to learn to tread lightly assuming responsibility for our actions. Because those who don’t have the same understanding of feelings can easily get hurt. Hurt is a product of self-pity and self-entitlement. We experience them when we don’t get what we want. 

Realistically, how many times do we get what we want in life? So why live in almost constant disappointment when we can just accept that we get what we get and sometimes we get what we deserve. 

A.K. 

Mind Is A Prism

I am too tired to live in illusions

To foster and dwell in denial

I have awareness and there’s 

Nothing I hide from myself

How many more shades of grey

Do I discover? Perhaps some day

Everything will be just grey

Mind is a prism that makes all colors

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Unbound

Unbound by gravity
Carried by the wind
In-taking sweetness of the summer
Absorbing golden rays of light
Free from my own body
Liberated from foreign minds
I conquer fields and forests
I am the will embodied in flesh
Transcending my weakness
Cultivating unstoppable strength
Rushing through this world
Gaining consciousness
To share with the soil
To share with the skies
So hollow inside
I am resonating.
I am alive.

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Ladened

Horizon ended where the skies began

All illuminated by a soft light from heaven

Where am I in this picture? Like the Sun

Hidden by the clouds, I’m walking leavened

Ground with soft white linen spun

By winds and my perception. I am saddened,

I am alive, I am one: this’s all ‘till I’m dead

All the ones who love me are spinning my thread.

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I AM WINTER

I AM WINTER, I AM SILENCE

I AM COLD, I AM DISPAIR

I AM FROST ON YOUR WINDOWS

I AM THE LAST SUNSET

YOU CAN SEE IN YOUR WINDOW

I AM THE END AND THE BEGINNING

I AM YOUR CREADLE 

AND I AM YOUR LOVE

I AM YOUR PAIN

AND YOUR SORROW

ALL THE THINGS YOU CAN’T GET

ALL THE THINGS YOU DREAM ABOUT

ALL THE WORDS YOU WANT TO SCREAM

OUT-LOUD

OUT-LOUD

BUT I AM SO QUIET

I AM NOTHING

AND EVERYTHING

I AM WINTER

A.K. 

Frosted Windows in White Sinews

Frosted windows in white sinews
Let the voices of the wind
Come through in whispers, views
Of barren landscapes, tint
Won't let through street light
That I, admit, never liked
Would rather see candles flicker
They won't make me feel sicker
As brightness can be blinding
And I rarely find it guiding.
Instead I am fighting to preserve
Low tolerance to light,  it serves
Moving shapes of shadows
In the corner of my eyes
Every second one of them dies,
Envelopes, engages in silence
Calls to wonder frozen meadows
And leave all remnants of violence
Like a myriad of ghostly wolves
Singing to the pale sickle,
That left this place for dolls
Such as you and me to cycle
Through seasons of withering soil
Underneath patched concrete to toil
With no purpose but to live,
Love, give and forgive.

A.K.