Oh Mariah My Kindred Spirit
My errant mind, a mirror
flame, your breath its spark, your rage its kin,
It burns within with
restless shame, the tempest roars beneath my skin.
Each thought a spark, each
dream a gust, that fans the blaze I cannot flee,
The smoke of doubt, the ash
of trust — the storm that keeps consuming me.
No gentle hand can still its
roar, no sacred calm can make it rest,
It feeds on grief, on wounds
of war, it finds its home within my chest.
You taught it song, you gave
it air, oh Mariah, fierce and wild divine,
Now every whisper, every
prayer, ignites the blaze that once was mine.
It rages when your voice
draws near, it trembles when your silence falls,
A creature born of love and
fear, that claws against my reason’s walls.
I walk through flame, I
breathe your name, I taste the heat upon my tongue,
And in that fire, I feel no
shame — through pain, my soul’s true song is sung.
Oh Mariah, you are the gale
that stirs the embers of my thought,
You waken storms where calm
would pale, and bind me to the truth you wrought.
My errant mind, forever tied
to every gust your spirit weaves,
Shall burn until the stars
subside, and I am carried through your leaves.
When all is dust, when night
is done, when sky and sea at last align,
You’ll find me where the
fire begun — within the breath of your design.
No grave shall claim what
flame defines, no wind shall part what love entwined,
For you, eternal, fierce,
and free, still haunt the core of my errant mind.
Oh Mariah! When first we
met, I felt your breath upon the shore,
Your welcome breeze, your
whispered song — the sea’s soft hymn forevermore.
White-capped waves broke at
our feet, their laughter fading out of reach,
As golden days and salted
lips met kelp-scented winds along the beach.
You wrapped me in your wild
embrace, a force that even death defied,
And in your sigh, I found my
peace — the world reborn, the storm inside.
My love for you, respect
that grew, a bond unbroken, fierce, and strong,
A sacred vow ’tween earth
and sky — the heart to which I still belong.
I still recall, as if today,
the waves a heartbeat from the shore,
Their rhythm carved within
my soul — the place our love was born before.
No one can steal that love
away, nor time erase what came to be,
For you still whisper
through my mind — oh dearest Mariah, part of me.
You feed my soul with
soothing sound, the waves that wash my cares away,
I feel you licking at my
heels in the lonely place we used to play.
But now we are as strangers
met — our bond once strong, forever rift,
The sun beats down where
once we stood, and shadows mark the painful shift.
Oh Mariah, invincible — from
strength to strength, untamed, unbound,
So fierce, so wild, your
beauty vast — no mortal words can hold or sound.
Behold, you come astride the
storm, your dark steed fierce with thunder’s might,
Hooves pounding earth in
rhythmic rage, through endless winds of shattering night.
You gallop swift through
realms unknown, your hooded face serene, unseen,
And carve your trail through
field and flame — the mark of where your soul has been.
The stars bow low to light
your path, the moon bends pale beneath your flight,
While shadows whisper in
your wake — O spirit born of storm and light.
In twilight’s hush your
voice awakes — you never sleep, you ride all night,
Your ravenous breath, your
mournful howl, fills alleys trembling in fright.
You wail in gusts through
attics old, and moan along the narrow eaves,
While trees bend low beneath
your rage, and birds are torn from shuddering leaves.
You stir up dreadful
hurricanes that twist and dance with wild delight,
Cobra-like they rise and
sway, then vanish screaming into night.
On ghostly nights your
rattling song shakes window shutters, creaks the door,
And we lie restless, wide
awake, fearing your unbound wrath once more.
Oh Mariah, in ancient tales
they sang of storms your anger brought,
Of hurricanes and
firestorms, and the chaos nature caught.
You drive the rains from
furious skies, leave desolation in your trail,
You sweep away the works of
man — no wall, no tower can prevail.
From broken rivers, banks
destroyed, to plains now drowned in muddy grey,
You spread disease and
pestilence — the price for pride we all must pay.
Mariah, we know your wrath
is stirred by humankind’s deceitful art,
Who shattered nature’s
harmony, and tore the living world apart.
Still, you stand tall —
defiant wind — we face your fury eye to eye,
You strike the pompous, whip
the proud, expose the global Pariah’s lie.
You roar through towns and
thunder loud, as lightning splits the midnight floor,
And we, in fear, must face
ourselves — our greed, our guilt, our endless war.
Oh Mariah, the battle rages
on — your wild rebellion tears the land,
While mortal hands reach out
in vain, unable still to understand.
The preachers shout, the
rich grow fat, their lust for gold without reprieve,
Yet all their treasures turn
to dust the moment they are forced to leave.
They live beyond their means
in dreams, as if no dawn would ever come,
They burn tomorrow for
today, and sell the world for worthless sum.
And still, you blow — wild
Mariah — howling, roaring, fierce and proud,
Uprooting trees and towers
tall, your voice a dirge, a funeral shroud.
We heard the prophets’
warning cry — of pestilence and earth’s decline,
But we ignored the signs
they gave, the truth too harsh to intertwine.
Our train runs off its
broken track, our fragile planet burns in flame,
And every beast that once
was free now dies beneath our endless shame.
Oh Mariah, as time moves on,
they call me fool to dwell on you,
Yet in each storm I feel
your hand, and hear your voice come breaking through.
The clouds you herd like
Titans clash — lightning born of rage and grief,
Thunder shakes the heart of
man, and paradise finds no relief.
I see the tides tear at the
shore, the past in ribbons torn apart,
The rising seas, the
blinding hail, the climate echo of your heart.
From mountain floods to
shattered plains, your furious warnings fill the sky,
Yet still they mock, and
still they dream, blind to the ruin drawing nigh.
They throw their stones at
glasshouse walls, in arrogance they build their throne,
While Eden bleeds beneath
their feet — they call this wounded world their own.
They never listen, never
heed, they scoff at reason, mock the wise,
Blind to the storm they
conjured up, deaf to the earth’s despairing cries.
They plunder beauty, sow
deceit, and claim their right to rule and reign,
Yet every kingdom built on
greed will crumble back to dust and pain.
And when the mirror cracks
at last, reflecting all that they have done,
They will curse the dark,
deny the truth — though they themselves have killed the sun.
Their tongues are serpents,
smooth with guile, their hearts are cold, their virtues thin,
They drink from poisoned
wells of pride, and call corruption not a sin.
Upon the backs of broken
souls, they raise their monuments to fame,
While those who toil beneath
their rule bear neither voice nor name.
And still, they preach of
freedom’s fire, while binding all in silent chains,
Unmoved by cries of
innocence, deaf to the sound of others’ pains.
The rivers choke on ashen
tears, the forests gasp their final breath,
The oceans writhe in agony,
the air a slow, encroaching death.
Yet they, unmoved, with
glassy eyes, still toast to profit, blood, and gain,
While every child born to
this earth inherits loss, despair, and pain.
They gamble with creation’s
soul, believing they will never fall,
But time, relentless, keeps
its score — and soon it comes to claim it all.
They shall rue the day they
called the storm, the curse their greed hath truly wrought,
For you, Mariah, rise in
wrath — to cleanse the sins that man has brought.
Your tempests roar, their
idols fall, the proud laid low, the blind unseeing,
For none can tame the breath
of God — nor cage the wind of all-being.
And when the thunder cracks
the sky, and towers crumble into clay,
They will stand aghast amid
the ruins, the gods they made all swept away.
Then shall the earth, in
bitter sighs, reclaim what once was freely given,
And from the wreckage, hope
may rise — if hearts remember how to listen.
But until then, the blind
will reign, their folly carved in stone and bone,
They throw their stones at
glasshouse walls — and call this broken world their own.
Oh Mariah, in debt of love
long blown, we wait for your wild storm to cease,
Some dream of hope, some
drift away, while others pray for lasting peace.
Yet I am lost and lonely
still, when in the dark the wildcats cry,
And wolves lament beneath
the moon — I hear your echo passing by.
The madness of mankind
prevails, and feeds the fury that you vent,
While I, in shackles of
regret, lament the love that once was lent.
Our bond estranged, the
world decays, your wrath spreads far and wide again,
The plague of greed consumes
the earth — the mark of humankind’s disdain.
Still, you wrestle with the
demons, still you stir the dust and seeds,
Mixing pollen through the
air, whispering life among the reeds.
Though rage defines your
restless path, your breath still wakes the sleeping tree —
Oh Mariah, wild eternal
wind, you are the soul that carries me.
Through ruin’s ash and
empire’s fall, your voice resounds, untamed, divine,
The whisper in the storm of
fate, the breath that stirs the end of time.
You sweep the dust from
fallen thrones, unveil the truth beneath the lie,
And call the hearts of men
to rise, or perish where their idols die.
In you, the ancient law is
kept, the balance lost, the circle whole,
Oh Mariah, breath of
Heaven’s wrath, the fire that purifies the soul.
When silence cloaks the
world in grief, and mortals kneel in humbled plea,
Your song shall birth the
dawn anew — eternal wind, remember me.
No hand can steal our love
away, nor time erase what came to be,
For still you whisper
through my soul — oh dearest Mariah, part of me.
When my time at last has
come to part, I leave my mark — then fade to rest,
As scattered dust upon your
breath, bound to the twilight’s dying crest.
The sorry world that I shall
leave, still trembling in its wounded cry,
Shall know my soul was
carried forth — upon your wings, forever nigh.
They shall not grieve, nor
weep, nor speak my name in memory,
But I shall mind no mortal
loss — as you abide, forever close to me.
For in your breath my ashes
rise, through endless skies they drift and roam,
No grave can hold what love
has claimed — with you, the wind, I find my home.
Let kingdoms fall and
empires fade, let oceans swallow land and sea,
Still shall your voice
through silence call — and I shall come, eternally.
Beyond the veil where
shadows sleep, your song shall guide my spirit free,
Oh Mariah, wild eternal wind
— in death, as life, you carry me.
They whisper softly in the
haze, a choir of wind, a ghostly hymn,
Each voice a memory set
ablaze, each tone both tender, sharp, and dim.
Mariah speaks in every sound
— her breath divides, her spirit grows,
In countless forms she
circles round, in every storm my conscience knows.
One voice forgives, one
voice deceives, one mourns the loss of what I’ve been,
One weaves the thread my
heart believes, one screams beneath the tranquil sheen.
They clash, they blend, they
twist, they cry — yet all are hers, in flame disguised,
Her laughter haunting every
sigh, her sorrow etched in clouded skies.
They tell me what I’ve yet
to learn, they curse the things I cannot change,
They praise the fires that
still burn, and call my chaos something strange.
Their echoes build the life
I leave, the legacy their winds impart,
For every whisper I
conceive, becomes the pulse within my heart.
Oh Mariah, muse of fractured
sound, you echo through my every deed,
In you the countless selves
I’ve found, the voices born of want and need.
You are the truth I cannot
still, the storm that births my art, my pain,
The wind that shapes my
mortal will — and carries all I’ve loved and slain.
When silence falls and
breath is gone, when dust reclaims the fire’s art,
Your voices shall keep
singing on — the legacy I leave in part.
For I am bound by all you
said, by every whisper left behind,
Oh Mariah — you are the
thread that weaves the voices in my mind.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct2025)
