#zeniththroughrhyme

[zenithsoulspace]

"Broken, I whispered into the night,

“Bring back the days that shone so bright.”

The void replied in a musical sigh:

An assembly song, a hymn, and a lullaby.

Memories returned with the lyrics in the air,

Golden afternoons, light everywhere.

Yet in this glow, your absence echoed clear,

A rare silent note that I still can hear."

– from the collection *Whispers from the Zenith*

Crossover Collection: *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.

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Chrysalis and Catharsis

I tell this tale with a steady breath

No longer haunted by the death

Of love that taught me to seek a sheath

From torn strings, I formed a wreath

A spider spun a patient snare

Its silver threads disguised as care

I lingered there, pure, unaware

Till its poison lay exposed and bare

It wove a web too fine to be seen

By a silkworm living in the green

Vision blinded by its silken sheen

I lacked the sight to judge it keen

The truth was a shattering find

I could have answered just in kind

But I wove no web to seize or bind

I spun a home to heal my mind

I did not weave to hide my face

Nor seek the shelter of any place

My soul just desired a sacred space

To feel the warmth of its own embrace

I feared the dark, and so the night

Yet found it held no cause for fright

The cocoon concealed a flame alight

That secretly revealed my soul’s might

I shed the skins I wore before

The ones that served me nevermore

The silk I spun became my lore

Each verse restored me more and more

I arranged my scars as living art

And shaped them into a beating heart

My voice rose; the shell fell apart

New hope, new leaf, a brand-new start

I spread my wings and flew unbound

The wind became my chosen ground

Endless horizons stretched around

I was the strength that I had found

I tell this tale so you may know

We're defined far more by how we grow

Our truest selves begin to show

Through what we nurture, tend, or sow

– from the collection *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.

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"The screen lights up in the quiet of the night,

A sudden pulse of hope in LED light.

Each notification trembles through my chest,

A quivering beat that brings unrest.

My eyes search only for your name to appear,

The others blur like voices I can't hear.

My breath stands still as I reach for my phone,

It isn’t you, so I wait, patient as stone."

– from the collection *Whispers from the Zenith*

Crossover Collection: *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.

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"To some, rivers are just flowing water, and forests only trees that stand.

They see mountains as heaps of stone, and deserts barely more than sand.

But nature does not bow to hearts gone blind —

It is deeper than the soul, older than the mind."

– from the collection *Zenith Beyond Oblivion*

Crossover Collection: *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.

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Textile Son

My father stands before the weaving looms

His heart and craft align, the fabric blooms

He says his mill needs me to take my place

For the warp and weft to continue in grace

Six sisters walk as guides through my mind

Three in white coats, hands careful and kind

I dream of medicine too, and pains I can end

But my father’s voice twists the road I intend

Sweetie, the eldest, patient as summer days

Her soft voice floats gently, then quietly stays

Like Cashmere and Pashmina under silvery moonlight

Her warmth comforts souls through a long winter night

Rosie glows bright, a spark none can dim

Her laughter alive, presence plush and prim

Velvet and Velour sing her loud magnetic call

Her radiance moves like sunlight through a hall

Beauty glints like shimmer under a spotlight

Her catwalk in stilettos brings a flair of delight

Feathers and Furs reflect her tender embrace

She doesn’t enter rooms — she conquers space

Foxy strides where daring paths unfold

Like the queen in chess, tactical and bold

Leather and Suede, edges carved by flame

She steps forward with risk, owns her game

Quirkie flits through corners, slight and rare

A whimsical breeze tingling every hair

Silk and Chiffon, with a ghost woven within

A delicate oddity, a mystery veiled thin

Witty, the youngest, clever, playful in her stand

Armed with sarcasm only few can withstand

Denim and Organza — contrast full of charm

Chaos may swirl around, yet she rests in calm

I, my sisters' only brother, my father's only son

Secret strand that stitches together everyone

Brocade and Mohair cloak the self I know

I see the rich pattern, miss the undertow:

I have named their lives in fiber and grain

Through textiles, I've described my pain

Not once in pulse, echo or human tone

I have always spoken in thread alone

– from the collection *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.

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A Tarot Tale: Not for the Faint of Heart

He booked a slot at half past three

Arrived in time, didn't recognize me

But I remembered my school bully

And prepared for him a special tea

He sat across me, poised and prime

As I planned a sentence for his crime

The table set, the velvet square

Intentions concealed, deck bare

I thought, perhaps I’ll twist the thread

Add a little smoke, a quiet dread

Invent some kind of harmless doom

Let his fear perfume the room

I shuffled the tarot, drew the first card

The Nine of Swords — Present hit hard:

Sleepless nights, restless mind

Tangled thoughts, tightly twined

The Devil crossed — Obstacle clear

Something no one ever likes to hear:

Chains unseen that keep one bound

Patterns self-made that spin around

I realized fate didn't let me lie at all

The reading already looked like downfall

Giggle and smile willingly subdued

With amusement contained, I continued

Six of Cups reversed — the Rooted Past:

Childhood echoes that still hold fast

Innocence twisted, cruelty turned sport

Misdeeds that haunt memory's fort

King of Wands reversed — the Shadow:

Arrogance high, empathy quite shallow

Over-passionate, under-compassionate

Delusionally dominant, a false magnate

The Tower — Near Future showed

My joy grew, his heartbeat slowed

“This is actually good,” I gently said

“Destruction clears the path ahead”

“Could be collapse, could be disgrace”

At this, all color drained from his face

I offered water, he drank, then reposed

“We’re almost done,” I said, composed

Ace of Pentacles — External Force:

A solid chance, a grounded course

Maybe to redeem, rebuild, amend

A door opens if the path can bend

Judgement — Outcome, final call

Reckoning rings through every hall

Only truth and courage find release

Run: and watch the weights increase

He staggered out, trembling, terrified

The spread itself seemed petrified

It struck me then, a caution to impart

In future: “Not for the faint of heart.”

– from the collection *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.

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Raven's Lament

I roam the skies where dead silence weeps

Above a land of graves the earth now keeps

A war imposed without a code or name

Just bullets, bombs and endless shame

The religion of chaos running wild

They spill the blood of newborn child

Priests of death launch a false crusade

Once called genocide, now a pride parade

But before the metal, before dynamite

Sticks and stones caused similar plight

Yet the right to violence rests with none

It only lies wasted when wrath is done

I've seen them burn from above the smoke

I've seen them hanged, beheaded, choked

Cities turning to ash, rivers turning red

Fate in frenzy, cutting delicate threads

Out of all things human, mockery I admire:

My metallic image dropping cosmic fire

A whole nation fed to the funeral pyre

No bird could have such evil desire

I resent the day I became God's hand

And taught a brother to fold the land

"Just bury the body, conceal the sin"

A guilt not mine eats me from within

– from the collection *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.

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The Day God Blinked

The day God blinked, a prayer got stuck

Half-said, half-meant, halfway to luck

A priest forgot the name of grace

Doubt crossed his frozen face

Coincidences totally lost their cue

The red light came, the green light too

Cars paused mid-street, unsure what to do

But pedestrians crashed, with no logic or clue

Astrology began to skip and stutter

Moons started to chase each other

Stars aligned, then changed their mind

Left no message, left destiny undefined

Gravity made solemnity look like a clown

A leaf floated up then came back down

Smoke fell groundward in lazy gray curls

Then drifted back up in dark wild swirls

A beaker boiled, then simply lied

The acid kissed the metal — and died

No fizz, no flame, no grand reveal

The chemicals showed no zest or zeal

One plus one refused the rule

It added up, then left the school

A sum so neat, long held in store

Returned a zero — closed the door

A heart skipped a beat, a neuron misfired

Blood slowed midstream — tired

Lungs drew in twice, then forgot to exhale

Biology failed, a body turned pale

Mirrors reflected the world selectively

Some shadows arrived late, and some early

Light faltered on its path, time won the race

Curved space without changing pace

The careful tripped, the mindful fell

Straight down a drain they knew too well

A scholar said the dumbest thing ever

And made the moment memorable forever

The universe hiccuped in a blink so small

Its laws forgot how to stand at all

I put the pen down as God opened his eye

My poem lay in chaos, and so did I

– from the collection *Zenith through Rhyme*

Original poetry and artwork © Zenith Soulspace. All rights reserved.