I thought not to write something soon, then YOU happened; I was going through a tough time, then YOU happened; I always wondered what is so fascinating about not existing? But then YOU happened.
I have never known YOU but YOU stole my peace.
While YOU were there unaware of the consequences, your whereabouts went missing.
I always thought about easing the knots, releasing all the pain, giving myself away to an eternal void, but only until I came across the people who love me, and also the people who loved YOU.
I can see your family in your backyard, trying their best to keep YOU with them, wanting YOU back. They all are ready to get away with YOU, only if that was in their hands. Knowing that ain't gonna happen they'd now only be surviving in a world YOU created for them where YOU don't exist.
YOU left for the people, who weren't even yours.
It's strange, how I didn't know YOU until you're not around anymore.
I can see your flesh going with the flow, not caring about what others would do, not caring about a last goodbye, not caring about what you're leaving behind, or taking away.
See, what you've become, a bitter-sweet memory? No! A haunting one, to be precise, that would cling on to those who loved YOU, until their last breath.
I wish, YOU could take away the endless sufferings from these people.
Did YOU just want to know, who would actually grieve and mourn for YOU? Who would care, even after YOU decided not to? See, there are enough of them, right in front of my eyes. Now what?
Announcing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans, I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you. Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before. Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends. Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge. Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it. Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars. In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet. Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. Although no longer here on this Earth, his spirit lives on in an eternal dimension, existing outside of time and space, and he is very much at peace. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early! Blessings, Admin Carolyn
Since last month on 16th we announced MIRAGE POETRY CONTEST, in memories of @john_solomon & @kehta_hai_joker, its been an overwhelming journey full of learning and reminiscence. We want to thank you all the beautiful poets who wrote for this and helped us honor and remember Jack and Joker. We also want to thank Good Lord The Almighty who blessed us, that we had the beautiful presence of those two holy souls in our lives, and also for guiding us, their close friends, to organise Mirage in their remembrance.
With all of your surreal haikus, we felt Jack and Joker around. Thank you all once again for the kind support ❤
We invite you all for the "Jack and Joker Memorial Event" on 19th of December, on Clubhouse App. (We will have more details on this event very soon).
And with all your blessings the contest will resume again on 16th November next year.
Finally, a very special thank you to @captain_blant, who was the main creative contributor as well as the driving force behind this beautiful commemorative event. You are quite an inspiration Satyam, and we appreciate your considerable efforts!
You might wonder Scenes going blur Kinda like crimson red plastic sheet Wrapped over your head. White roses aren't white anymore. No need of hiding the Jeffery dahmer inside you That's the only thing that keeps me upto. Resurrect the killer sojourning deep down in your head And don't you dare think of ever redeeming yourself. If you do, I'll be ready to show up at your door with a handful of my own blood in a flask, waiting for a sin to happen.
Not that talkative I see But neither am I , don't you agree? Just staring at eachother Blood rushing through my cheeks Everyone knows we ain't that slick Nah can you stop smiling at me? How do you expect me to feel the heat? Touching the back of my hand intentionally And now you are staring at your phone screen These games are getting very tiring I saw your friends, they were laughing While your eyes were on me 'Angel in disguise' is that what you see? I don't want to break your heart but that ain't me I have my own flaws so deep You are too naive for me But seriously though Why does your voice make my heart skip a beat Conflicting feelings maybe I need some sleep? Or should I ponder on this fact? indeed Judging by the hints you give There's definitely something in between Heavy metaphors aren't my bit When it comes to you Raw emotions take the shift Now I guess it's my time to flee Not gonna lie This crush culture is killing me.
Soul steps-out from the ambrosian fields of body, Each fragile petals drip-off from life , i laid tacitly down the cancer ward Death awaited out the door ,and kindly behold through those murky glass Pain termited holistic as, Aura Aromated unanswered medicines , While taking pain killers for soothing others Hour glasses harps aloud, the doomsday rituals, Trying to stoop downward it's sand as to bury heartbeats Immortal reminiscence lingered past veins Death Outlined 'X' mark on the door of life As No Moon ,No Sun could enter, Even Dawn and Dark lefts my vocabulary!
And then Hope whispers the words of W.E Henley “It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”