Frequency

Frequency

A Poem by Heno Zwarts
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Frequency

From the cold vapor that pours from my breath, I beseech thee;
a frequency I held a couple of nights before ...when the agents
of Death visited my door!
Ahh, sweet Death wherefore art thy sting? And the arrows of thy
sharpshooters that made my human mind burst out to sing?

My Immortal Coil was struck down to Earth’s impervious soil! For
what you stole was not stolen at all!! But yet you, oh Death, keeps
on shooting paper blades that fall like flies to the mesh!

Perhaps you got caught in our human illusion, against atoms &
empty space you restlessly toil!! To even think that in shooting
that you might spoil... Spoil what I might ask? That in your futile
attempts I might bask?

Hold on a second with your paper cuts, and let me first enlighten
our audience of this precarious dilemma where you haunt me per-
petually with your ghosts of loss!

Upon Earthly soil to me Mishca was born and like all before, sister,
mother, father & brother all was torn! But in Mishca being born
your futile lies of grandeur fell to the floor and morphic resonance
came knocking on my door! And in this human form, our eternity
was born.

As above so below, as within so without! By show of hands let us
cast out this notorious doubt, and put dearest Death in eternities
spotlight... to stage a play with villain of villains and thrill of thrills
before the curtain is drawn and tonight’s show’s lights go out!

Don’t be sad that this staged play is over, but rejoice that it has
happened with thrills as large life because it will leave you empty,
speechless and in awe - for there is no rehearsal for life itself!!
Bring out the actors! For they give substance to this dream that is
Life!

Detachment & Perspective might cause you to recognize the Pattern
�" for they make of you an observer of this authentic play and at the
same time cause awareness and concern of the roles that we all have
got to play...

© 2016 Heno Zwarts


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I like the choice of words and the topic. Very insightful.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I Agree With Neal. Always Enjoying Your Work Heno. Love this piece especially keeping my attention as always

Posted 7 Years Ago


Just great! I always enjoy your work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


This made me think and i enjoy a piece that make the wheels in my mind turn in a different way. Seeing and thinking things in a new light/ perspective. The two stanzas above the last stanza are me favorite. As above so below, as within so without. The words contradict each other in a good way and give the reader a new meaning of life. Saying "is this not nothing!" without saying them. Turning life into a play and death center stage where everyone can look without reserve or fear. The second to the last stanza made me smile. I thought the ending of time should not be filled with sorrow, but should be appreciated by the time we were given and rejoice in the lives we have touched along the way. We are the characters of a constant play. Only ending when death great us with a kiss. Thank you for sharing and giving me a refreshing outlook on life.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on October 26, 2016
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Heno Zwarts
Heno Zwarts

Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa



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