by Yohanes Kabes I stand in the middle of this ocean,Silent, with lights flickering inside me.The sea stretches empty, endless,Yet I can hear the fish singing beneath the waves. A dolphin glides in from the west,Carrying whispers of someone far away.Even a thousand-year-old turtle drifts by,Sharing tales of the seeker on the lone boat. They […]
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by Yohanes Kabes Dancing alone on shards of glass, running barefoot along the gravel roads. They drag me across the endless desert, with Ten of Swords drives into my back How Could you know, Â Â all the suffering I bleed? Imprisoned atop the famished desert, skulls strew around me in every direction.
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by Yohnes Kabes The drama you’ve played,from the banal screenplay you wrote,shows in every chameleon phase,tantalizing in every scene you’ve entered. Exotic behind the mask,so cozy within the burning soul,captivating many at every break,dancing through the prosaic veil. Here I sit upon my throne,drinking from the waters of your silent tears.Laughing — never dating with
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by Yohanes Kabes I surrender to love —lead me astray into the mists of Scotland,where longing celebrates its quiet triumph in solitude. Let me hide within that fog,to build a world of two,after fleeing the restless heartbeat of London. The black and white of the pianohave learned new shades of melody,ascending and falling like waves
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Take my hand now,Give me that deeper holding you’ve been missing all this time.I want to see the beauty of the soul that rises from the ashes of yours—A locked soul on the gravel road of a thousand years of searching. Fear may chase you,Won’t let you arrive at the beauty of your dream,It may
By Yohanes Kabes To you, the forsaken branches,cut down by force,severed from your source of life,gazed upon as something unworthy of light. To the pond fish,judged by the surface of the water,ensnared by manipulative hooks,strung with the nylon of hidden agendas—they do not know the voice of the deepest water. You bear fruit, yet are
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by Yohanes Kabes How many times have you been drawn into this dark,Even your roots pierce deep into the heart of the earth.Standing there, dancing with the wind,Struck by storm and rain — yet still you stand. When the sun comes and the dark reveals your light,Those unkind wings fly to your branch —Perching on
