Fourlinegraphia

  You Called Me Son ******************* I was a house with shuttered rooms, A field untouched by living hands. I learned to breathe through hollow spaces And carry silence like a second skin. *** No voice had ever called me “son.” No hand remained when sorrow entered. I drifted through my early years Like ash beneath a restless sky. *** To live unseen is not true loneliness. It is becoming absent within yourself, A quiet fracture under the ribs, A wound that learns how not to speak. *** Then you arrived without thunder, Without promises or demands. You sat beside the ruin gently As though broken things deserved company. *** You never asked me to recover. You never forced light into the dark. You only stayed, calm and certain, Until fear loosened its grip inside me. *** Slowly, I began to change. Your kindness moved through me Like water returning to abandoned earth, Like rain touching a season of drought. *** You became the ground beneath my feet, The river easing an ancient thirst...

Face every foe; they carve the wiser mind. The harshest words reveal what we must heal. A rival’s strength awakens sleeping fire. Through pain and clash, the human spirit grows. No wall can stand when truth begins to rise. The world becomes what courage dares to learn. See every wound as soil for greater light. Let every fall prepare a stronger step. The hand that strikes may teach the heart to wake. The voice opposed may sharpen inner truth. We meet ourselves in conflict’s burning glass. The soul expands through trials deeply faced. Do not curse storms that force the roots down deep. Great trees are shaped by seasons fierce and cold. The mountain path is carved by countless feet. Endurance turns the weakest stone to strength. One nation’s grief becomes the whole world’s grief. One child in tears belongs to all mankind. No border stops the hunger of the heart. No race can own the sunlight or the rain. The earth beneath our wars remains the same. One sky still bends above divided lands....

  ******************** Like raging waves, my life moves on, Toward the darkened shore of death. Sometimes calm in silent peace, Sometimes storm with savage breath. *** Near the shore I lose my roar, Slowly fading evermore. As I retreat from mortal sand, I write farewell with trembling hand. *** “Never again shall I return,” My dying waters softly mourn. Then I vanish into foam, Like a soul that leaves its home. **** Once I rose, a drop of light, From the deep sea’s womb of night. I saw the moon, the burning sun, And dreamed my freedom had begun. *** I fell in love with wandering wind, Currents carried me within. Through endless waters I was led, Toward the shore all beings dread. *** Seasons clothed me bright with pride, Beauty crowned my rising tide. Thus I grew both fierce and vain, Drunk upon my fleeting reign. *** Seeking gold with blinded eyes, I drowned ships beneath the skies. Islands faded by my hand, Lost forever in the sand. *** Near the coral pearls below, Where pure mer...

I chased the shine of borrowed gold, Counted wealth before my soul grew old. Money spoke with a silver tongue, And I believed every song it sung. *** A woman once stood beside my fire, Not asking kingdoms, crowns, desire. But pride and power clouded my sight, So I traded warmth for endless night. *** Power arrived with iron hands, Promising control of shifting sands. Yet every throne I tried to raise Collapsed beneath my selfish ways. *** Beliefs I wore like sacred skin, Certain I could never sin. But truth moves quietly through the years, Often arriving dressed as tears. *** The hardest lesson fate can give Is knowing when a heart should live. A timely choice, a simple word, Can change a life without a sword. *** Too late - the clock became my judge, Time remembers every grudge. And now I know what matters most: Not the riches men can boast, *** Not power’s shadow, cold and tall, Not crowds that cheer a rise or fall. But love, clear beliefs, and courage true, To choose the...

Life draws its lines in silence, with ink no eye can ever see- unseen, yet etched in every breath, a quiet script of what will be. ✦ ✦ ✦ Lines become the language of imagination, written in the flowing ink of thought, tracing paths where minds may wander, where the unseen is gently caught. ✦ ✦ ✦ Imagination breathes new life into the world, its ink shaping what is felt but never shown- turning shadows into meaning, giving form to the unknown. ✦ ✦ ✦ From life emerge good souls- bearers of a deeper, living ink, quiet fires in the vast of time, teaching hearts to feel and think. ✦ ✦ ✦ From them, civilizations rise and evolve, written not in stone alone, but care- in the ink of hope and memory, in dreams a generation shares. ✦ ✦ ✦ And still, in the quiet between all things, the ink has never ceased to flow- life begins again in silence, writing all we’ll come to know.

  In the hush where words dissolve, life softly draws its lines, Silent sketches turning through the veins of endless time. Each line becomes the language born of dreaming minds, A shadowed dance unfolding, subtle, yet sublime. ****  Breath whispers secrets only listening hearts can hold, It shapes the unseen futures drifting in quiet spheres. Each fragile line, a vow that gently will unfold, To craft the unknown paths beyond our doubts and fears. ****  From embered souls arise the sparks of guiding light, Kindness glowing softly through the depths of longest night. They stand as silent beacons shaping what is true, Forming worlds from visions held in something new. ****  Through woven threads of time, the generations grow, With hope and memory in currents that still flow. Fragile dreams awaken in the dawn’s first grace, Carving out their paths through darkness into space. ****  And in the hush where all beginnings find their place, Life draws again with quiet, ...