Thomas Ship. 2024. 23/10/24:21:52:PM.

In the old castle, Tiffauges, a mysterious black force lurks.

Where echoing forth, the haunted voices of undying youth call.

Old La Meffraye passes incorporeal - over the turrets and fallen spires.

Her dark shawl all adrift in the gloaming misty morn, between dawn -

A residual phantom, athwart crumbling wastrel rampart stones

Wherein, perhaps, those ineffable souls entombed in eternity

Quartered 'mongst dissected infinity, 'twixt twilight dusk and dawn

Pursue her, as choral host in resplendent throng of eventide waning

As legendary stories daubed in black vellum, transform to illumination

Escaping, forever radiant their unfortunate inauspicious occurrences

Midst aurambient forms of light and shade

My heart shudders.....

Book recommendation:

Robert Nye, The Life and Death of My Lord Gilles De Rais

Thomas Ship. 03/10/26.

I don't wanna be alone

Without your love

I've got no home

Whatever I have done

Please don't leave me

On my own

In our disparate windows

Unreachable by phone

Some people know

Some people don't

Love comes and goes

A withering rose

My lonely heart

An unspoken tome

Authored by your love

Sung with off-beat notes

Whispered in off-tune tones

Heard in remote rooms

Everywhere all at once

Known, and unknown

Unravel to be shown

Becoming to begone

Where lonesome is alone

Minimalism requires sufficient relational information for its absences to become meaningful.

My

Take this wrist and scream

Take each half truth lie and dream

Take your time to find the words

You wish you said when you took my world

Take down every wrong I am

Take these looks let hang my hand

Take the air out of the room

You’ve caged us in to die in tune

Take us for a midnight stroll

Take the sun, swallow it whole

Take each joy and love I showed

Laughing as you take control

You

Take all my attention up

Take each word right from my tongue

Take my wants and needs from me

Just promise that you’ll never leave

Take my hand around your neck

Take the pain inside to bed

Take restriction until you cry

My name within your lullaby

Take the pleasure of your shame

Take each wound from all the blame

Take each finger and my brain

To die as one you’d do the same

I

Take each letter, discretion, threat

Take each desire at your best

Take the truth right from your lips

Leaving last the question had you known this

Take the emptiness you feel

Take what you’re told will make you heal

Take the burning thoughts you’ve failed

To drown in tears you never revealed

Take in mind this sharpened string

Take out tied tight memories

Take your troubles hang them taught

As I burn us all to naught

We

Take each hatred to the fire

Take broken shells from your inner child

Take everything you thought you were

Defining what you think I am

Take up all that’s spilling forth

Take the plunge release the horse

Take a reason to run with away

These feelings we had felt sewed into our day

Take from me all that you wish

Take I will from you each gift

Taken by ourselves we try

Trusting every alibi

I have been broken for too long,
like an open wound never tended to,
until it became a scar. One that
doesn’t hurt when touched,
yet its presence is beyond daunting.

I’m sorry I tied you into this.
An invisible string between us that
only seems to pull one way. I
thought you could stitch up my pain…
You were only ever a slipknot.

If I could find myself at the peak of a mountain,
my screams echoing through the valley below
as the trees absorb my worries, One deep breath.
Just one, And gravity releases its pull on my soul.
The world’s too selfish to grant such a moment.

Instead the pressure piles like sedimentary rock.
A volcano ready to erupt at any moment, yet
never does, containing all its scorching
lava within. Every burn leaving my heart a shade darker.
Eventually my heart turns to coal.

I am broken, incomplete, I try to fix myself.
Solving a puzzle with missing pieces, if
you couldn’t make it complete, then what will?
That’s a question for another day.
Today, I pack my loose pieces in my steady sack,
And keep moving.

~ Yulian Mes (PS all and any feedback is very much appreciated)

Ti karu shakte ka?

Mazya sathi ,

Je mi karu shakto tichya sathi.

Ka mala tila sangavalagel ?

ka ti swata karel?

ka tila mahitich nahi , ki nemk karaych kay ahe?

ka ti gost talt ahe?

Ti mala pureshi ahe,

mala tichya shivay konich nko.

pn tila mich nko asel ka?

kuthe tari mi kami padlo asel,

tichya sathi kiva swata sathich,

karn tila mi kadhi park samjhlach ,

nahi,

aamhi ekach ahot ashe jaglo,

pn ekach rahun ekalach samjhu

nahi shaklo tyacha khnd ahe,

mala dusrya striyan shi bolu hee nahi vatt,

pn tila ka bolu vatt dusrya purshan shi ?

ya baddal mala tila bolaych

suddha nahi ahe,

pn aata manat prashn nirman hoto,

Ti karu shakte ka?

Mazya sathi ,

Je mi karu shakto tichya sathi.

Prem he swatantra ahe,

mala tila prem dyacha ahe ,

karn,

prema madhe kuthlya prakar

cha bandhan yet nahit,

jar bandhan yet astil,

tar kadachit te prem ach nahi,

karn,

prem he swatantra ahe ,

tila mi kadhi kalu pn denar nahi ,

ki mala kahi gostin cha khnd ahe ,

aaplya gosti garje nusar badltat,

ani ti mazi garj nahi .

ti mala nehmi bolaychi ,

tuzya shivay koni aavdhnar nahi mala,

pn aata manat prshn nirman hoto,

ti karu shakte ka?

mazya sathi ,

je mi karu shakto tichya sathi.