Tag: chance

  • Entropy Dreams

    Entropy Dreams

    Entropy dreams,
    Fragments of utopia scatter in the emptiness,
    In a whirlwind of forsaken dreams,
    Silent screams come to be louder,
    In the void, nothing is what it seems.

    Stars weep, their light fading fast,
    Time disintegrates, a mere illusion,
    The cosmos laughs, a cosmic jest,
    Existence crumbles in confusion.

    Shadows swirl with unseen chains,
    Life’s meaning slips through broken mirrors,
    In the chaos, only doom remains,
    A bitter taste of despair lingers.

    Ethereal entities move with severed ropes,
    Controlled by unscrupulous needles,
    A spectacular show of futile things,
    A game of illusions and cruel wills.

    Stars search for new realms in endless nights,
    Ghouls beat to rhythms of despair,
    Wandering flames grasp at straws of fleeting light,
    Before dissolving in the nothingness.

    An embrace of the void, deprived of hope,
    Chaos, a precious place of the final phase,
    In the end, there is only the abyss of solitude and annihilation,
    Entropy dreams, like a cold and relentless embrace.

    Slowly, the wind moves every delight away,
    Dizziness and anguish like heavy rain,
    During long nights of dismal nightmares,
    Visions of death and tears.

    Blood drops on the stones of ancient times,
    Like red roses blossoming in thorns,
    An invisible dungeon without escape,
    Buried alive dreams.

    At the ends of the universe, forgotten and forlorn,
    Fates and fortunes entwine in macabre proms,
    Legends of chaos, haunting mournings,
    Lost in the labyrinths of chance and oddity.

    Thoughts unravel, threads of wisdom fray,
    Spectres of expectancy drift away in the abyss,
    Beneath the stars’ apathetic glance,
    Entropy dreams surrender to the darkness.

    Void’s clasp, cruel and relentless,
    A garden of despair and sorrow,
    While every memory is a faint reality,
    As the darkness devours the light.

    Tangled in the web of destiny,
    Time ticks to the rhythm of decay,
    In the end, it was too late, too late to reprieve,
    Lost in the grasp of entropy and chaos.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Mirror Of The Memories

    The Mirror Of The Memories

    The mirror of the memories
    It would never be the same
    Time kept the past and grew deeper than everything
    As someone else
    Lost in an accustomed truth
    It became a dream with living memories of every past love
    Pain and grief stand in a forgotten place
    A quiet escape where nothing changed
    Dreams become lost everywhere
    Even after an endless quest
    When the world seems without any hope
    In my memory
    I’ve been so far from what I was
    Maybe it was an illusion
    I thought to seek myself because
    the reality is just dreadful

    The mirror of the memories
    Whose secrets create my dreams
    Which can only be found far away
    In a silent dwelling
    Stretching between existence and nothingness
    Where everything is lost
    Through the anguishes in life
    Forevermore
    The feelings occur like different images
    Seizing a chance to endure
    But it is said for something
    Sometimes life can lead away from the joy
    Time might be a truth that comes across
    The past glimpsed the feelings of love
    So far
    How much do I love to understand those mysteries of my mind

    The mirror of the memories I glance
    And hope to touch with my thoughts
    It has no place in time
    Becoming lost and frightened by the
    the reality that has been forgotten
    Flickering like a sunbeam in a warm spring breeze
    The scenery of a summer that I stare
    For a while
    Feeling what would come into my mind
    Striving to seize happiness day by day
    The marvellous merriment of living
    So I would try to love and be filled with flowers
    Like flying bubbles on a lovely day
    Deeming how life is unique and unrepeatable
    Beyond the beginning and the ending
    In the eternity of darkness and light
    Once everything becomes timeless.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Echo Of A Broken Dream

    The Echo Of A Broken Dream

    The echo of a broken dream
    Is the sky’s vast light
    Which is rising in winter’s rain
    From the flight of little birds
    A song to drink and dance
    It can be heard faraway
    Thinking about time and failure
    So short life to regret
    Unending and unlimited endeavours for life’s delight
    When dreams come
    What might be lost could be found
    But long is the path of mistakes and struggles
    Never well-known enough to prevent distress and anguish
    In sleepless nights something and nothing has been revealed
    It always began the creation
    Destroying and creating
    By chance and love
    Like no more devotion would be granted like before
    Each thought of desire would be loyal and engraved
    Reading the infinite source of darkness
    And still enjoying every strive and pang
    In the hope of living inside an untamed soul
    Never like before
    It would become a gloomy and arduous heart

    The echo of a broken dream
    The sea of darkness is blasting
    Now that the night has come
    Harkening to the wind
    Whenever the wildness of the sea is fearless and indomitable
    The fallen souls have drifted into a slumber time
    Sighing along the cliff of the abyss
    Never seen to this day what it might not be quested
    A beautiful forsaken tale would be a lavish obscure dream
    A wonder and a marvel
    Sunken down into a remote universe
    Since the eternity
    It has always been there for me
    And always will be
    With no guesses or questions about life
    I fell down into the chasm of the time
    When it is believed to cast away the darkness and shadows
    With the loss of eternity
    Whilst everything was bound together inside a hidden and blissful oasis
    Every kind of dream was being offered like some joyful lie
    Sweet like poison and bitter like truth
    Like those revelations that will never be disclosed
    And desires would be offered as secret snares

    The echo of a broken dream
    Which lived forever in the abysm of the sea
    And was made of divine light
    New eternal dimensions are recreated
    The vision of a single and lonely night
    The world would start all over again and again
    Until all the clouds of darkness would end
    And the wonders of harmony and hymns would be created
    The world’s clout will last forever
    Truly and devotedly
    Days depart and perish
    Every longing will convey a new route of deception and authenticity
    Change delivers wisdom in the everlastingness
    When only one new lifetime is allowed to become true
    Love is death, love is untamed, love is betrayal, and love is life
    Being trapped in a new belief
    Acting to set free every uncoveted desire inside the soul
    And wishing to find a place in the universe
    If everything could materialise in an abode with faithful devotion
    There would be only bliss and an ever-lasting delight in life
    Certitude and suspicion could obliterate each other
    Probity and passion would be devoted eternally

    The echo of a broken dream
    Stalled so perfectly in my mind and once more disappeared
    As forgotten for ages
    Such a feeling of authentic dismay
    I disclosed the evening
    Lingering for darkness and nightmares
    A soft touch of sharp thorns
    Although pain and tears could flood my heart
    So many times
    I have been destined
    And magnificence would be a journey of delight and bliss
    Nothing else
    After my soul wandered lost in torment and misery
    With no more passion
    Dreaming that in a swoon
    My heart would always glow
    Not at all because of pleasure
    But striving to return to its primordial harmony.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Time Has Slipped Away

    Time Has Slipped Away

    Time has slipped away as fast as pouring rain
    In the dark and sunny sky
    Emptiness and fragility are made in a storm
    There’s sunshine on every side of your nest
    The wind sings through the grass with warm trees
    In snowstorms in winter, I have thrived
    Time has slipped away as fast as pouring rain
    As the world should have a chance to exist
    The sun is bright, always more everywhere
    Rocks of storms hit the morning as it changes
    Not so far
    Life was created before memories
    A loss shall come into every dream
    And nevermore were the birds singing
    In a world that might be born again today
    Time has slipped away as fast as pouring rain
    Raindrops were similar to a breeze sweeping the leaves of summer
    And when autumn will change its essence
    The daytime might not be warm forever
    It shall dwell, but not in this fate
    That does only come to see night again
    in a lost day when memories were born
    Memories become shattered
    whenever tears could have been spent on death,
    Not enough before all happiness was lost
    Even if I never had back my sorrows again
    Time has slipped away as fast as pouring rain
    Like an early spring day of the year
    The time had disappeared
    Whenever the wind and the clouds move toward my eyes
    Every pointless fear is so far beyond me
    My dreams can stand glum but cannot be seen or remembered again
    Before I aim to be alive
    Timeless visions are made of unperceivable illusions and phantasmagorias
    Time has slipped away as fast as pouring rain
    And remarkable beauty resides in true peace
    Whilst a reckless creation is an obscure snare
    Trying to climb on illusory and fierce mirrors
    Which are sliding doors to deceitful opportunities.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The disgrace of a final illusion when the whisper of the wind shakes the slumbering soul
    With no possibility of redemption and no chance of return
    The darkness of the void conceals a hidden truth
    A vile disdain for guileless oblivion is intertwined with ambitious wisdom whose vanity fades away in the ethereal
    Nothing is lost once every trace of memory is completely erased
    Silent and invisible is the world of the imaginations and dreams
    The realm of the lost souls is entangled in a labyrinth of fantasies
    Where chimaeras become the fatal snares of forsaken souls.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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