Submissions by AaronBraveHeart (Boyana Popova)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello! My name is Boyana. I love the sense of mystery, fantasy and magic; also the scent of exotic faraway places, especially the tropics and jungle temples. I love feeling holy and cold like the air of an early morning sorrowful Catholic cathedral.
My "Ea" Series: Chapter II. The Ainur's Acoustic Adjustment
How could it possibly be conveyed
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.
Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.
A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.
The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm? ...
#God
#JRRTolkien
#patience
#spiritual
#universe
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My "Ea" Series: Chapter I. The Flame Imperishable
I am initiating an entire series, which I shall post under the "Ea" title.
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
It will concern Tolkien's Universe and it will be an interpretative "essay" in poetic style as to how I perceive the mechanism behind Creation within his Lore.
The Flame Imperishable is Immortal.
Ever shifting and evasive but the Centre.
It is The Law within three Circles Verbal,
intersected, causing Life of the Inventor.
"Let there be Light!"
uttered The Father, our God.
The Word through his Might,
he birthed as his Son;...
#astronomy
#God
#JRRTolkien
#spiritual
#universe
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Abraham
I was not aware of the strange ideal
that's motivated me since childhood,
I wouldn't dare to touch the seal,
and I wouldn't do it, if I could.
Let my curiosity remain
in the days of reckless behaviour.
There was wisdom behind my bane;
Now my ways don't cross that door.
I've seen the terror of the cursed.
I've worshipped, cluelessly insane.
It could have gotten worse...
I won't forget the sleepless pain.
I've become beyond healed and blessed.
The door, I don't want to even be near it.
In light...
that's motivated me since childhood,
I wouldn't dare to touch the seal,
and I wouldn't do it, if I could.
Let my curiosity remain
in the days of reckless behaviour.
There was wisdom behind my bane;
Now my ways don't cross that door.
I've seen the terror of the cursed.
I've worshipped, cluelessly insane.
It could have gotten worse...
I won't forget the sleepless pain.
I've become beyond healed and blessed.
The door, I don't want to even be near it.
In light...
#confessional
#mystery
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
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The Sun
No question, the Sun is my best friend.
Nourishing my hungry essence.
In my dreams, full of ghoulish dead ends,
I always reach out to your fluorescence.
You witness my entire sinful shame.
You burn all the dirt that's within me;
Your sphere's observed all human games;
your ages of wisdom; please, forgive me.
Vedic hymns containing the Word
glorify Surya's golden spinning flame.
Angelic wings are framing him; guards;
My medulla conducts its starry fame.
selfless, humble and masculine,
Our Sun is meditating for...
Nourishing my hungry essence.
In my dreams, full of ghoulish dead ends,
I always reach out to your fluorescence.
You witness my entire sinful shame.
You burn all the dirt that's within me;
Your sphere's observed all human games;
your ages of wisdom; please, forgive me.
Vedic hymns containing the Word
glorify Surya's golden spinning flame.
Angelic wings are framing him; guards;
My medulla conducts its starry fame.
selfless, humble and masculine,
Our Sun is meditating for...
#dawn
#dreams
#God
#Hindu
#sun
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Heart Craves Home
Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
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Eru The Ilúvatar
Father Sabaoth loved from the Sky,
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#JRRTolkien
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Lonely
I miss you, nothing else to say.
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
#love
#grief
#loneliness
#death
#IMissYou
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Prince Duryodhana (Mahabharata: spoiler alert)
Strangely silent at the end,
Duryodhana reconciling,
where enemy must be a friend
and a family could be rewinding.
Let go of childhood,
where vice seems to nest.
And yet now he stood
maturely before his rest.
A man's got complexion,
yet pride turns to greed,
when facing rejection;
sheer physical lead.
He hated his cousins,
for he felt they stood out.
Childish whims summon
reckless patterns of doubt.
He tried to trap them
and burn them in a house;
failing it, a...
Duryodhana reconciling,
where enemy must be a friend
and a family could be rewinding.
Let go of childhood,
where vice seems to nest.
And yet now he stood
maturely before his rest.
A man's got complexion,
yet pride turns to greed,
when facing rejection;
sheer physical lead.
He hated his cousins,
for he felt they stood out.
Childish whims summon
reckless patterns of doubt.
He tried to trap them
and burn them in a house;
failing it, a...
#war
#religion
#spiritual
#morality
#Hindu
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We can go through cancer, my dear!
Don't give up, my dear sunshine;
your pain is like a knife to me,
your weary face expecting times,
when healthy you will be.
You are a hero on a quest
to regain your cozy smile,
and may your eyes find rest
but because they are alive;
beyond the lengthy struggle,
when each second is eternal,
hopeful trouble; gently huggle
me, in my love maternal.
Love that won't give up;
for we will find the root...
when the horror stops
you'll win a fresh route... ...
your pain is like a knife to me,
your weary face expecting times,
when healthy you will be.
You are a hero on a quest
to regain your cozy smile,
and may your eyes find rest
but because they are alive;
beyond the lengthy struggle,
when each second is eternal,
hopeful trouble; gently huggle
me, in my love maternal.
Love that won't give up;
for we will find the root...
when the horror stops
you'll win a fresh route... ...
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
#cancer
#determination
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Imaginary Friends
~ Written on the 27th of September 2008 ~~
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
#loneliness
#friendship
#dreams
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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The 678 never-ending catsongs
~ Written on the 30th of October 2008 ~~
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
#loneliness
#dreams
#night
#ghosts
#mystery
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My cancer superhero
A sudden glimpse of trains is hitting
but the avenue is rainy, colder
than my hopes that, weeping,
give you my homely shoulder.
Years passing in the mirror,
a reflection of a retro car,
is your death approaching near?
My cancer hero superstar.
A nebulae fogging eyes,
fragile guitar resting shyly,
politely my heart ignites
your gentleness but why...him?
You never loved as kindly
yet caressed my hoping face.
A videotape is now rewinding,
after disappearance erased.
Your lengthy hair fell down, ...
but the avenue is rainy, colder
than my hopes that, weeping,
give you my homely shoulder.
Years passing in the mirror,
a reflection of a retro car,
is your death approaching near?
My cancer hero superstar.
A nebulae fogging eyes,
fragile guitar resting shyly,
politely my heart ignites
your gentleness but why...him?
You never loved as kindly
yet caressed my hoping face.
A videotape is now rewinding,
after disappearance erased.
Your lengthy hair fell down, ...
#love
#grief
#hope
#cancer
#fear
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