Mist Of Dark Bliss | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness


My soul escaped into the boundlessness of dark bliss
Free, whole & reshaped, I found this mist of darkness

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Locked Up
Despair

Frightening Forms| #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness


Frightening forms bring lightning storms of devastation
My soul collapses & then swiftly relapses in trepidation

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Author’s Note:

The frightening forms are the stormclouds, which are metaphorical for feeling despair.  Swiftly relapsing in trepidation is being overwhelmed by fear.

This was written a few days ago where my concern for my Mom was much greater than now, though still not gone completely.

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Suggested Poems:

Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Words Are Like Swords
Skyquakes Asunder
Storm Of Worries
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

Skyquakes Thunder Devastation| #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness

These skyquakes thunder devastation
The sky breaks asunder in frustration

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Author’s Note:

The sky breaking asunder is just incoming rain and hail yesterday.  This also dovetails well with my other posts about lightning, storms, and the like.

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Suggested Poems:

Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Words Are Like Swords
Storm Of Worries
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

Words Are Like Swords | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness


Words are like swords that all slice through the heart
These dagger make you stagger like ice from the start.

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Author’s Note:

This is merely how any words, written or said, can seem like weapons even if those might not have been the intended consequences.  I wrote this right after I heard about what happened with my Mom last week.

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Suggested Poems:

Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Storm Of Worries
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Allure Of Purest Darkness
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

The Allure Of Purest Darkness | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Quote | #Writing | #Darkness


If you won’t embellish in the allure of purest darkness
Don’t be hellish and obscure, just cure the heartless.

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Author’s Note:

This one deals with accepting pain and sorrow if it takes place, considering the circumstances.  My greatest fear is losing my Mom.  These thoughts stem from that.  And if nothing compromises her health, then for me to try and do whatever positive things I can for myself and others.  It’s merely to accept pain fully and not be partial about it, because if one doesn’t grieve properly as happened with me losing 2 grandparents the last few years, then one will not be whole again until one accepts the sorrow of loss, which hits me hard every time.

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Suggested Poems:

Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Storm Of Worries
Thunderbolts Of Fear
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair

A World Of Grays | #Family | #Darkness | #Life | #Abuse | #Obstacles | #Perseverance


BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 16, 2019

I am writing the following due to a post on Instagram that was shared a long time ago that had to do with child abuse and so on.  I just finished reading that right now, which is why I am writing this.  That’s the ‘inspiration’ for this, if you could call it that.

I wrote a post long ago on Instagram called “Black Unicorns”, based on a topic that I discussed with a friend of mine many years ago.  The whole point of that piece was it was under the premise for my appreciation for women which became the metaphor for Black Unicorns.  That much was obvious, what wasn’t obvious is what follows.

In my nascent stages of life, my family and I underwent significant and excruciating abuse.  This type of environment obviously tailors who you become, what your fears are, what terrifies you, who you trust, and so on.  The main part of all of this abuse stemmed from my father, which I have alluded to him countless times as being the ‘father of darkness’.  Conversely, I have alluded to my mother as the ‘Mother of light’.  Neither parent was perfect, but I appreciate both, though obviously my Mom by magnitudes more, but it was my father who chose to unleashed cataclysmic pain that no human being, yet alone a child should ever endure.

That dichotomy leads to me often feeling that I live in a world of grays, a subject which once again arose in my mind very recently.  Perhaps I will write about it again, though I am uncertain as to this time.

Grays, as part of the color spectrum, is something that is synonymous with storms.  Storms are a whole kaleidoscope of grays.  That’s how I’ve often felt in life, and many of the scenarios that took place after only cemented my kinship with the colors gray, silver, platinum, and the like.

More importantly though, I say all this because people that did not know me as a human being made an erroneous assumption about why I wrote that post.  Yes, that post was about women, as I said before, that much was obvious. 

What isn’t so obvious that the pyramid under which that post stands, the pyramid that is the constant support,  the walls that have provided a sanctum for my entire life, the very place where my spirit often rests, the foundation of the very person that I am, is my Mom.  At the top of the pyramid my trust for women, all women, stands, because I haven’t been fucked over as much by women, nigh ever, as I have been screwed over by men, mainly my fatherBut it was my mom who was always the foundation for everything amazing that followedMoreover, most of my best friends over time and still now have been female too, which only further reinforced my trust for women.

I didn’t plan on sharing this as it was on spontaneous feeling, but I share all this because I hope people in the future don’t end up misjudging others, whoever it is, without actually (1) knowing them, (2) knowing how their mind works, (3) knowing what the context is, but most important, (4) knowing what lead to that context. 

It’s easy to see the world in black and whites, but most of the time the world really is a whirlwind of grays; a whirlwind that is never-ceasing because a lot of what happens in life, is entirely subjective.

That is why I always bring everything down to ‘the individual’.

Everything we do, see and experience is entirely through our independent point of views.  These points of views, as I’ve often referenced, tailor every breath that we take, every step that we take, every road we will venture towards, and ultimately, the life that we live.

Perhaps a road will serve as a perfect conclusion for this, for never more will we see grays then on the road of life; the road that is littered with every single circumstance imaginable, all of which lead towards the future.

It’s on that road, the road of life, that we will witness countless storms, storms of every type imaginable, storms that are as wondrous as they are frightening, but storms that, at the end of the day, are paved in grays.

Fortuitously, it is within those grays, those storms that pour endless rain that water travels through and thankfully sprinkles the Earth with.

Water that brings life; water whose very essence is balance; water whose very being is interwoven within the streams of life more than any other element on earth.

And that world of grays up above is what helps it all along.

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Mindset Mindset Mindset!
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About The Author:

Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

Thunderbolts Of Fear | #Poetry | #Poem | #Prose | #Writing | #Darkness


Under assault, what you felt while rushing low.
Was a thunder bolt that dealt a crushing blow.

Zy Marquiez | The Lightning Baron
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Author’s Note:

This is merely about me running from the fear of losing my Mom.
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Suggested Poems:

Swarming Fears
Whirlwind Of Darkness
Frightening Storms
Ocean Of Frustration
The Morrow Knows
Inking Desolation
Storm Of Worries
Coping Deep Within
Daily Horror-Scope
The Sky’s Laughter Is Blight
Locked Up
Despair