Sanctum Of Darkness

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Sanctum Of Darkness

Calmly, a candle is lit
Infusing light
Into the endless darkness.

With shadows running
They get to work
Mysteriously crafting boundless landscapes
By the tip of the pen.

When the work is done
The candle is put out
ever so softly.

Thereafter the shadows return to witness a new masterpiece
Written in their DNA – pure darkness
They realize they are home.

By: Zy Marquiez
July 9, 2016
TheBreakaway

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Midnight Shadows

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Midnight Shadows

Standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
searching the landscape
for lightning in a bottle –
for shadows within the darkness

These threads of errant thoughts
Help me gravitate towards shadowy fiends
fiends of my fantasy
which intriguingly satiate the catacombs of my soul
as the threshold of hope is reached

These shadows reside within a void
inside a landscape of tainted elation
spawned daily through affliction
yet transmute grey hope
into something more incisive
into silver strands of action

The tempo of my soul blares
contemplating this incisive moment
galvanized by the stroke of midnight
as the facade of reality shifts

The stroke of midnight now about
Darkness sweeps the land
releasing all its gorgeous strands
as the illusion of normality fades away

Suffused with shadows, every crevice
the land all rests in deepest slumber
yet shadows all go prance and dance
while light sleeps unknowing

These interludes of time
quietly begin dispersing
then despoiled by rising sun
shadows scatter within seams
to remain ensconced within my dreams

Again, standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
the vacuous feeling seeped away
as the seams within my dreams
became the locus of
a shadow’s paradise
to marauder when
the clock strikes midnight once again

Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
June 16, 2016

The Blank Page

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The Blank Page

It stares at you knowing
all the possibilities
that are boundless
within your infinite consciousness

It waits, patiently
ever your friend, always there
helping you navigate
within the roads of life

What roads?

Today we’ve visited
the realm of confusion
the halls of sorrow
the avenues of reproach
and many other mazes of course

Yet, it remains
Always there

Knowingly, it encourages you
in the best of days
in the worst of days

It is a mirror
it is a thought
It is an action
your reflection
created
forever

It inspires
it helps create
but more importantly
it is a manifestation of you

Of your innermost being
of your essence

A sliver, yes
but a notable one

One shade of color
in a kaleidoscope of possibilities

Today..
It began grey
but, after some thought…

Silver
Yes, Silver it will be

Forests will meet their demise on this day

That page stands not a chance

By: Zy Marquiez
June 6, 2016

Breakaway

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Breakaway

Paradoxically, the individual
who sees the gate closing
options diminishing
Freedoms vanishing
holds still, knowing not what to do

Regarding all the issues society faces
the Individual, has been told
‘All will be well’.

The Individual – instinctually – knows better, though

Still, the Individual holds still
Within the abyss of meditation
Pondering, listening
Seeking

Until a spark
a fracture
an errant behaviour
a thought
unbinds itself, seeking possibilities
seeking…solutions

A thought that frees itself from the web
that is the matrix.

Traversing information superhighway
this thought finds sustenance
finds answers
which spawn more questions
which find more answers
which –

The loop thus begins
forever.

No more fear
for the individual realizes
the answer to all his issues
comes wholly from within.

If the matrix – the system – will not provide
thence it’s time to build something more…

Consciousness respawned anew
Consciousness let loose – boundless
Consciousness finally free
how it was always meant to be

Knowing now, the individual unplugs…
ruminates, and gets to work
realizing this is just the beginning
of a whole new path
a whole new journey
a new life.

A life of meaning
only possible by imagining a better world
only possible by breaking away from the old one

And ultimately, by becoming
who you were always meant to be.

By: Zy Marquiez
TheBreakway
April 18, 2016

The Precipice Of Dreams: Shadows Within Darkness

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Shadows Within Darkness

Standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
searching the landscape
for lightning in a bottle –
for shadows within the darkness

Gravitating towards these shadowy fiends
fiends of my fantasy
intriguingly satiate the catacombs of my soul
as the threshold of hope is reached

These shadows reside within
inside a landscape of tainted elation
spawned daily through affliction
yet transmute hope
into something more incisive

The tempo of my soul blares
contemplating this incisive moment
galvanized by the stroke of midnight
as the facade of reality shifts

The stroke of midnight now about
Darkness sweeps the land
releasing all its gorgeous strands
the stars the topping of this night
as the illusion of normal fades away

Suffused with shadows, every crevice
the land all rests in deepest slumber
yet shadows all go prance and dance
while light sleeps unknowing

Shadows merge with all that is
spreading gorgeous tints about
sable colors dot the landscape
pushing creativity to its darkest hue

These interludes of time
quietly begin dispersing
are despoiled by the rising sun
thence the shadows scatter within seams
to remain ensconced within my dreams

Again, standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
the vacuous feeling seeped away
as the seams within my dreams
became the locus of
a shadow’s paradise
to marauder when
the clock strikes midnight once again

 By: Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
April 6, 2016

Evening Star

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Evening Star

The clock struck Midnight.

The day just began
as the echoes of the darkness
swoon over my soul.

Interludes of deep meditation
supercharge my being
with the cylinders of creativity

The canvas is blank
for now.

Dreams thus
race through my mind
in pure reverie
within a Paradise Lost
whose footprint lies
fused with my heart.

A paradise.
A sanctum.
A home – no judgment.

This home,
my fulcrum
my antigravity
keeping me upright.
Always.

Yet a shooting star
came by to visit
with such encouraging passion
featuring an assemblage of charts
each plotting the destiny
of this moment.

All roads less traveled.
Constellations to be had.
Going everywhere.
Nowhere.
Always grounded.
Always boundless.

The darts thrown on a map
are random, yet meaningful.
Precise, yet mysterious.

A long friendship
an old friendship
a new friendship
it matters not
for it is
a true friendship.

An Evening Star.

No discrimination.
No close-mindedness .
Just friendship.

The clock struck One A.M.

What now?

By: Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
April 4, 2016

 

Reaper’s Charm: Becoming Darkness


Reaper’s Charm: Becoming Darkness

My distraught soul frozen in fear
As hellish shadows lurk & hunt near

Twisted vendettas come to and fro
The death dealer smiles: “Time to let go.”

His scythe, sharp, resoundingly stunning
The facsimile of his soul is engulfingly cunning

Soaring on twisted demon’s wings
Are humanity’s hopes all held by strings

Existence fading – death is close
The Princess of Death drop’s her black rose

Resolute! – ‘Tis time to fight back
Must transmute from divine to hellish black

Whilst consuming those who wish me harm
Heard are tainted lullabies with reaper’s charm

Shadows dancing; we begin transcending
A fusion with darkness that’s never ending

The Kingdom of Glass has lost its spark
As through it we view the world turning dark

By: Zy Marquiez
The Breakaway
March 24, 2016

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