A Poem

The Recesses of My Consciousness
by George A. Miu

A barrier,
Breached in the night by whispers of a promise
Can never be recovered.

Men and women,
They cannot know what is forbidden – merely pleasant
That is why we fell, after all.

Secretively,
I become the interest and the interested,
My patterns change, and torturous early mornings –
they become blissful as the furtive glances
exchanged over the candlelight.

Fear infects me:
for what has passed and is to come,
for my ambitions and desires.
I fear that I will fall, after all.

The present cycles through stress and relief
I cannot make up my own mind and
I dig deep, dissecting words and motions
awaiting with dread the next unknowable cycle
the stress, relief, then stress again.

External view
accounts for little; I appear cool, detached
and they gaze at their facades in the tint
that protrudes from my own masquerade.
Inside I melt.

I am determined, certain there will be a way,
a reconciliation that solves the amalgam of obstacles
that sneer at me from farther away than I can see.

I pick up my pen to pen a poem:
“My mind springs forth a sweet aroma,
Its recollection uncontested,
Substantially permitting me to roam
A memory of the soul well-rested.

Reclining and lethargic,
I look to speak with her adistant,
Provocative, laconic and
Madly reminiscent.

Tenderly, we make ourselves so very insecure
Precarious, excited, outlandish and demure.
But I find the words within…”

… I try to find the words within.
But I cannot – I am affected. Is that why I will fall?
No, say I resoundingly; tomorrow I will be a king.

To be happy, my friends, is to allow your barriers to be breached in the night,
engulfed in the whispers of a promise.

Poetry, or Expression through Verse

Authored by George A. Miu

If I could pray for you I would.
But alas, I know not how.

But if I know something good,
(It's only natural that I should),
I know never to close the door
On the thing I most adore.

And if no-one will recall
All the open miracle
Of your eyes
(Which glow, so strong)
And your lips
(Which kiss, so sweet)
Then I'll know to never trust
A single soul.

But when they do, en masse,
Inside me,
Raise with such a youthful pride,
My love,
Former hands so strained, so sullen
Break above all hallow ground
Rising softly, softly found!

And the second piece...

Slowly, like rats in sewers I skulked
beaming down on all the dispositions of the sky reflected,
there and back again in puddles.

I did not know how long I went thus;

Somewhere there's an introspective symmetry,
a passive passion
silhouetted against veiled mid-morning lights,
croaking angrily at the darkness overhead.

There is no telling how long this has been.

When much path was beaten down in little steps,
A strained gebbeth appeared afore me
no voice to voice but mine, it swished and hacked at my chords
and left no standing strength within me.

Nobody could know how far this came;

And when my suffering had trickled to its apex,
it gladly took its leave, in flight, and buzzed,
a monstrous being silhouetted against the mid-night.

There is no telling how long this went.

Poetry - A Written Expression of One's Inner Dimensions & Perceptions

Dear Friends,

I will now share with you a couple of my works. I've written over 60 poems throughout my life and many of them have been influenced by different events and people that I've experienced or come across. We will follow up this weekend with George Miu's pieces to give you, our readers, a varied taste of our written expressions.

Neal R. Karski

Part 1.

Empty View

Sitting here, procrastinating my life

I kneel down on the carpet

I put my hands together and pray

Do I worship you, or is it just a dubious dream?

Four hours had passed and I’m still awake

Listening to the tunes, the sweets sounds of our quest

I close my eyes and send myself away

To the marble palace up and high in the sky

Have I found the place where we belong?

Disappointment burns me through like a melting glacier

Scribbling letters, on this ice cold pad

I dig myself a grave, a spot to rest in peace

I wait for your soul on the end of the universe

Will you join me and erase the sorrow off my face?

Killing a living creature is hard

Cruising the paths, where our footsteps remain

I strive for the manifest of truth

Somehow I hold on to your hand without a slip

Am I meant to be your puzzle’s missing piece?

The two of us, as one.

Learn To Shiver Warm

I’ve lost the raffle of my dreams

My life, just a dubious slaughter of hope

Like a circle of Indians, I attempt to chase the demons away

I’m a human; a sinner

As stuffed toys, mimic the feign

I encounter people with hidden love

The questions arise in my head; confusion

What is the base of this world?

I tear myself apart much like a fragile animal

Answers; many to pick

Strap my body to a fallen tree

I’d rather shiver than know the truth

God’s above, evil below

Calculate your chance of staying alive

I don’t want to sustain

There is more to life… than looking in the mirror

God Bless.