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I love the way we’re getting close Treating it romantic even though it’s just a joke Thinking how can I end this folk Can I if admiration already goes? The piece of chocolate you’d given me Feeling the fake love
“I love you like a grand poem.” Like a poem that reflects the beauty of night In the arms of a sleeping lover Through his content breath Into the sweet scent of satisfaction “I Love you like a grand poem.”
I’m seeking my immortal foe He must mosh hard and enjoy Edgar Allen Poe You should have a secret identity that nobody can know … Be a secret sexy super-villain, be my, John Doe! I’m now hiring, inquire within! Don’t
When I heard the sound in the history of time a young me, I found. I probed my inner self I clutched her, stumbled and again, she was gone with the wind. Silent spectator, she was updating each character of
Nothing just Leaves Without the residues. Limbs cut off, leave Phantom ones; Itchy, scratchy ghosts of Those cleaved off an unsuspecting trunk. In sleepless nights, We feel for the ring, In a finger crossed out in red From a hand
in the dark of night you maybe looking for a fight the streets are uneasy one word to the wise one must never compromise to listen to twisted lies was a D.J. junkie from back in the day spinning records
Oh, silky silver moon, come down to earth, Keenly, since long I have been looking forth. We will have sweet talk by sitting closer, Forgetting all hesitation and fear. Like you, I remain wakeful in night as stars, Waiting for
Through the wrought iron gate, Emblazoned with an ironic promise Of freedom earned through labour. A promise fulfilled only for the lucky few. Within, dull, threatening concrete towers Survey the inner pen, once filled With innocent men and women, Ready
Centre of the belly is the core, core of my life. vividly, vibrantly, courageously lashing out at all the fine points. Ripping through veins and scattering through wounds. slithering to clear. splurging out, splurging, splashing, splashing, splashing mess, mesh covered.
Just an observation, To the moment close by; Your eyes sneaking out of window, But mine are stuck to thy. A strange feeling, Afraid, don’t know how to make a move; Waiting to get a glimpse of your Ming, Just
With the golden eyes of a pharaoh – Her forebears brought down lions – Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt: Lithe and supple, fleet of foot, She covers this northern turf With ceaseless leaps and bounds. Her loyalty
Spring, its earthy smell is everywhere Shouts of children, gleefully at play Adults too, liberated at last from playing solitaire Lakes, once frozen and cold, now awake Reflecting glimmering shards of golden light Streams freed from their icy prisons, gurgle
Surge of rage in domes of violence skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo of genetic markers, shimmers in society, race and native shirts. Enters into the creation of a saga accomplished by advancing poppies; there was no connection to
Our innocent years and times gone by I remember too well when I was a child. Eating ice cream and playing hide and seek climbing trees and scuffed knees. Apple pie my gran would bake, Toffee apples and strawberry cake.
Ascent of mankind. From the deep forest of Europe, to the Serengeti in Africa. Man evolved. From the great cities of Europe through the deep cultures of Asia. Good vs Evil. Rocket fuel propelling things along. One without the other
A quest for celestial insanity brings some comfort. Somewhere the script had failed. Only man was not responsible for the exiled sun. No longer the earth obeys the numbers. Wait, my mother I will enter into your bones and increase
Pain of life has touched chords of soul Troubles have spread wings from pole to pole Have nots have had their surplus toll World is nothing but a rigmarole Some do not get a piece of bread While others are
Was it really so necessary, For you both to get married; Was it so obligatory, For you to divorce and separate; Was it damn compulsory, For you to get me born; Was it really really required, For you to leave
Death will not wait. Locked in bruises, I want eternity. Stinking pubes, micro to zero-gravity. Kernel rises like a star. Touch was not real How far you will go? Earth was collapsing. My father was right, Don’t climb to the
You’re lingering when the rain falls after a spell of dry that calls Give me the sweet scents when you hit the ground just like those scenes tied me around You’re the only memory that I can remember when my
I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and
Freezing was not required for the casket. It only contained a shroud. The schism had scored a victory. Bystanders will find a dark matter between the words. The god was very lonely today. The black wounds start crying. A white
Oh beloved mother, my concierge and my friend… This is a little tribute for all what you are, for all what you mean to me… Creator of the world created you with inundation of courage… I salute you for your
In growing silence of the soul, With soulful emotions, To keep alive the passions Of the yearning heart, My mind drifts on, In the sea of life. A numbness spreads, In a chasm so vast, Leaving a path behind, The
Life is full of fun; But without batten Of values beacon Life will be just a hun. If you want in life won Approx values bidden – Not money, values one Can lead to success done. Difference between bison And
You’ll leave. And I’ll try to ease the sudden stark emptiness with Hobbies, art, intellectual exercises, movies, new clothes, Flings, makeovers, muffins, brownies, ice cream, chocolate. And I’ll fail. Miserably. Just like Last time.
Come to me as though you were summoned, as though the colour of the evening sky, reminded you of lost love, as though the call of a crow, spoke to you about things inseparable, as though from the depths of