The Ouroboros of the mind


The calendar reads August 23rd
Clear and orderly
it affirms the vision conjured
from an unconscious that knew
the augury of the day
Deluge preceeded
Faint and uncertain now
the sun reappears
Ouroboric in nature

All turns to bite itself again
A year, a life, a thought
Self-reflection consumes
another day
the same day
when faint and uncertain
a call was made
and answered
Yet always, questions remain unspoken
As the Ouroboros bites its tail
As the Phoenix rises time and again
Ashes make for fertile soil

A life of complexity, oddities
that confound and discomfit
Admonitions to the self
for superciliousness and tenuous debate
but life without turns listless
as there is no letting go
of what was forged ethereally

‘Round and ’round
from yes to no
and a goodbye to the next hello
Here we are, there we go
A cyclical world
and with each cycle
we grow

©2014, Myriam Heffels

Lost in one moment


turns to chaos

of the moment

only a distant enemy

Trapped in what now feels
is the only way out
The Trilogy unfolds
A question with one answer

He attempts
to tempt fate without

Can’t bear any doubt
Can’t relax his control
Can’t trust love will be there
for him too

Even if he can’t see it
Even if he can’t feel it
He can’t lose it

Unless he loses himself
in this strange lust

cuts him off
from every magnificent promise
his life holds

Now no more

Every dream
could have come true
as down will go up
Universal law
If he dared to let go
he would find the unconditional

His death did not save him
but the light of eternity

his soul as
she forgives
she no longer lives
but shines in the image of

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Fill your shoes


Innate visions
Some naive, but core
is always centre of truth

Dream without limits
as no dream is based in reality
Borders are only meant
to believe they can be crossed

Then take it in
Bring it to feet
even if the shoes
seem too big
The dream never is

Let footfalls
one by one
pin the dream
down from the cloud

With age
feet are know to grow
and even if late
those shoes can grow to fit

Lapse or leap


Lapse or leap:
What does it denote
when the length of the rope
could serve to skip with joy
yet all it does is throttle?

Stars in the eyes
now left swimming all over
induced by polar opposites
at the extremes of the spectrum

The truth in the middle
cannot unfold
if one end is a hostage
that turns cold
in the face of the fire
there to consume all
until the heart is laid bare
to trample on once more

Three cheers for the bully
who leaves with the prize
and thinks it’s a game
What seems a competition
is solid presence with volition
to stem a pain that turned
into monster having a ball.

No use to suffer abuse
None shall ever pass
and sudden but certain death
is the ticket that calls:
Move on!
This leap has just elapsed



in fear of crashing
but already tumbling
from head over heels
to nails in her hands
Now the building comes down

A falling man
passes the floors
and catches the eyes
Yet, she was forgotten
when she hit the ground
Gone in a second
Love lost this round

In the face of the mirror
a life that is priceless
pays a price for its faith
Its worth will continue
even if threads are severed
and ties are cut
Mortal is just a state of mind

On the debris
of ages of dark
and suppression of souls
One thing emerges
One thing still stands
With the passing of time
New flowers will grow
Love will show
Life will go

Edge of blade


Narcissus, the horrific demon
can rear an ugly head
to devour all intentions
turn all that’s good to bad

When the demon’s in the house
there’s no space to run free
Behind the wall’s another one
and there’s tons of dark debris

A demon no one can withstand
as his cave is deep and far
Some tried to reach him with a heart
but each time he leaves a scar

This demon knows his game
and ensconsed deep in his lair
he allows no one to approach
and taints even love that’s fair.

A demon that is drowned in spirit
and billows out his evil smoke
keeps all in state of freeze
and thus detains the nicest bloke

Let demon execute the prophecy
so all who’re sane will run away
and the bloke can gloat in greatness
as proven right they would not stay

Sad this demon gets his way
and his hold can be so strong
that great potential cannot unfold
and all others are always wrong

There’s hope the demon could be slain
but there’s only one that can
If choice is made to stick to old
there’s no rescue for the man

If I had no demon of my own
I’d take to the crusade
But this task appointed to my soul
just got cut on edge of blade