Once did muddy little feet tread their sweet mischief through her doorway Giggles ran naked through the den, marked by a trail of impish footprints The cat nervously hid beneath the sofa, The dog excitedly barked in delight, freckled innocence abounded. Herded gently into a tub of bubbles they went, splashing under Mother’s watchful eye.
Towel dried and dressed in pink and blue little ones sat and laughed at cartoons. Lemon chicken and corn muffin scents drifted into the room. Then the call from the kitchen…
and startled awake from her dream, she was, novel in lap…. She glanced down in sadness, at the silence held within her clean carpets.
Standing on a beam, shrine: holding a black dawn, my phoenix roving on dark river. The bell still clangs; I hear the footsteps. A weird thought spreads out on peripherals, makes holes, the undone communiqué of a war between knuckles;
that has been, was so raven that you were hugging vanity for the deportation of death as a living; fake predicates of a genius like words falling as bucketfuls of lies, back to back coffer dams collapsing, submerging seers’ sarcophagi,
I’m running, and running far away, From all the things I committed from yesterday, I ask myself was it because of me? But how? I never loved someone with a love so deep, So, I sit here alone and depressed,
We the people, we the youth, we the creatures, these all are universal truth. We the destroyers will remain mute as we will not get any ripe fruit. We the masters, we the blasters, we can stop many disasters. We