Despire

Despire "Through despair we inspire."

It has been a while since the paper bleed inkIn a place that is hauntedMeaning craves to escapePreventing the mind to sc...
04/12/2025

It has been a while since the paper bleed ink
In a place that is haunted
Meaning craves to escape
Preventing the mind to scrape
Thoughts vanish in a wink
Ideas die, sadly neglected
an Entity out of tune
Each seven elements humming
to Music of the self Benefit
The goal is for one'S cup to be brimming
so I went out to ask the mooN
Is it still a good fit,
or just let it be forfeit?

14/06/2025

It is not fair,
nothing is!
As you enter the war zone,
the game is bloody chess;

Ruthless? heartless?
Will not settle for less.

♥️🔥
*just words
**no illustration to attach

06/05/2025

at the crossroads

When I say you don’t want to see me angry, I mean it. For I will make you immortal, Whisper it to the wind, tell it to t...
01/11/2024

When I say you don’t want to see me angry, I mean it. For I will make you immortal, Whisper it to the wind, tell it to the stars and moon, write it in the waves of the ocean, Tattoo it on the skin of the earth.

You may see it in me, In the way my eyes narrow, By the arcs of my eyebrows, for every tear I could not stop from falling, For every tremor and vibration of your psyche.

You will remember my wrath, And I will forget your trespasses. My alchemy will transform it; it will not be contained.

Of course, you will be forgiven, And I will take it as a lesson, A pattern that I learned, for actions speak volumes.

I will encode it in my mind palaces, A wonderful reminder, a warning. I will make it flow; I will not let it grow. To the universe, I will throw, A curse it may seem, Or a blessing quite grim.

If you read it and felt this is written for you, you are absolutely correct. I will not misdirect. A deity, you see, is a difficult foe to be.

13/04/2024

Can I write again?
Should I write again?

What is the point?

🍀

05/12/2023
25/11/2023

In the twilight's allure, a poetic soul, not sober,
Immersed in the intoxicating desire, a felonious rover.
Contemplating the uncharted path ahead,
An exploration unbridled, where dreams are bred.

What manner of existence does one strive to weave?
To bleed for a chosen lifestyle, one must perceive.
The feminine spirit, unshackled, takes flight,
Attracting, creating, in the realm of endless night.

Suddenly, a fear descends, a crushing weight,
Fearing the majesty within, uncertain of fate.
To traverse the realm of newfound power,
Bestowed by the sacred womb, the blossoming flower.

Sensual, carefree, a departure profound,
Unlike the rigidity from which you've unbound.
Once stiff, defensive, now an embodiment of grace,
A metamorphosis in this sacred space.

Oh, dearest muse, what guidance do you share?
Valued beyond perception, beyond compare.
An infinite divinity, unconscious of destiny's decree,
Navigating pleasure, embracing passion's decree.

Love and devotion, as a goddess should receive,
Punishing as a devil might, yet inclined to believe.
Rejecting mediocrity, embracing elegance's dance,
Walking with pride, leaving behind the timid stance.

The goal, a tapestry of prosperity unfolds,
Yet choices, like the effects of intoxication, it molds.
Trapped, able to woo souls from agony's tether,
In this sweet soliloquy, contemplating forever.

A woman's gift, a mystique divine,
Eternal senses, a sip of wine, a sacred shrine.
A reluctance to be understood by mortal gaze,
Yet standing tall, embracing life's mysterious maze.

In a disciplined vessel, a body well-trained,
A masterpiece, sculpted, maintained.
A symphony of words and imagery, unabated,
A poetic journey, eloquently orchestrated.

23/11/2023

In a week of wonders, a lively parade,
Assorted activities in colors arrayed.
Thrilled and excited, a vibrant ballet,
Annoyed and exhausted, emotions at play.

Gladness and madness, sadness entwined,
A symphony of feelings, the heart designed.
A spectrum uncharted, hues yet unseen,
In the canvas of emotions, a poet's dream.

Reading the magnitude in a magnetic field,
Emotions as magnets, their power revealed.
Navigating the sea of thoughts profound,
In the vast cosmos, where echoes resound.

Living in space, between stimulus and reply,
A pause, a moment for reflections to fly.
Just watch, be an observer in the grand show,
As life's stories unfold, in a rhythmic flow.

A seeker of truth in the twilight's gleam,
A seer of stories, let judgment be a dream.
Hold back before you judge, in wisdom's embrace,
In this poetic journey, find grace and solace.

06/09/2023

I don't often drink
But if I do,
words fly in my head
and keeps me away from bed
Robbing my beloved sleep
Contemplating for hours deep
I miss one fellow,
the one who checks my work
Even after the morrow..
he who accepts my quirk
miles apart we may be,
he is always with me
The best rival of all time
Cannot equal any amount of dime,

I am thinking of the moment
Precious, important and wonderful
live and laugh, at what is graceful
Time, is an illusion,
And never an opponent
to all our elegant conclusion
Oh, mindful delusion
who could be the proponent

Am I too kind or good?!
Should I live in the woods
I've not seen half of life
What does it have to offer!?
The Mad, Bad, the nice and beautiful.
Worries cut like a knife
Same as the word of the author
Is it making any sense?!
Or do I write from adolescence
A kid finding it's way
So as to avoid being gray
Dull, dead and not expressed
Rotten, ignorant of the colors
Knowing only the bounds declared
Never reaching further

do put me away from booze
Or the paper would ooze
of my drunken mussing
Spicy beer in my throat
Make it bleed like a goat**(Greatest Of All Time)

07/08/2023

"Pain is temporary, regret is forever."

a famous quote by Lance Armstrong

Pain is temporary.
It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place.
If I quit, however, it lasts forever.

~

05/08/2023

A death of a tree only meant
it lived hundreds of years.
It produced lots of seeds and
destroyed lots of the own beautiful flowers.

Alchemy also contains the same anatomy
of how those trees decayed and be renewed.
The human body is the same,
thus history will be
of how it came to life,
and to its death, the new beginning lives.

~

The patterns of UsTHesE branches and leaves across the skYIts magnificent contrast.Breath taking,Awe inspIring.pHotos sn...
05/08/2023

The patterns of Us

THesE branches and leaves across the skY

Its magnificent contrast.
Breath taking,
Awe inspIring.
pHotos snapped while walking
also while self-talking
Contemplating about epilepsy
and some other history;
life, with sucH a vauge forcast

~

• -clover 🍀

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