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Well and you are a freedom lover if anything so archer of my dreams go on and spread your wings as lightning goes to the sky in the blink of an eye you disappear again, born of the wind…Sagittarius carefree
In caves of Arabian Desert Lived uncouth people, I assert, One thousand years ago, in seclusion, Within their savage legion. One wondered at the sandy hills Encompassed by vigorous rills, But friendly to those men were they; They loved to
Imagine a world of love and laughter; of fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest; of
She had just reached puberty, her name was Chrysalis, her hair was golden, a flower blowing in the wind, her tiny figure never slowed her down, always adventurous, with a laugh that brought forth a smile, that was her one
Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps
The echoes of those ancient poetries Red ink dripping from blank dreams Drooping pens and tightened grips Gloomy blue tunes, fatuous time slips These are few of my forgotten things Futuristic pragmatic event flows Far sighted chapter with new goals
I find comfort in self pity. Belittling myself, my actions and even the mere five second thoughts of my success. I’m tied up by this part of me. The part I’m inevitably dependent on. It is the initial segment of
About the book – Ray Mootrey, first time author and poet has captured elements of new-age spirituality in an exciting post-apocalyptic science fiction fantasy. HARRY THE MOLE is an epic poem; the story of a reluctant hero who overcomes his
A night very deep, Everyone asleep. An adventurous night, The moon grew wide. The trees were green, Seemed quite like a dream. Held her breath, She walked a little ahead. Heard a roar, A little she broke. Shined his eyes
What is the gain to have a humble maid As a dweller of this heart adventurous? That every moment fondly craves to raid Untrodden meadows of her mind and trespass. The meagre passion, say I thee, then bores The lovers’
I want the same love again but something is there that resists, I think its the type of life I had ,revolving around everyday’s new twist, Hoping all to be fine I need someone to assist, Again bring that bright
All of the flowers of all the tomorrows Are held in the seeds of today All of the dreamers have moments they borrow Without much intent to repay All of the highways in all new directions Are open to all
I’m coasting down the mountain, I drank my way to the peak, now I’m on the descent, Freezing on the outside while burning up within, I’m attempting to take back my personal consent, This rope made up of hope has
lucky are those women, who are married to someone they love. lucky are those women, who are free to be themselves lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE SPECIAL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE
Out of my heart run many questions Questions that can only be answered with another question Questions that can only be reasoned with love Because what is this life without love Once upon a time in the land of man
A nebula rises unfazed after fission: after a fractured debate, greed crouching on the wrinkled noses of rugged bouncers. In remote history someone was burning itself out. A black eye surges forward, sings an ode to championship. Ankles swell up.
Amidst the terrene of the sparkling stars Under the spell of the mesmerizing shadow of the moon The restless movement of the echoing aqua The illusory innocence of the woods The whole realm and the whole span is lost (in
I do feel the pain of letting go, stretching, pulling, dragging me across the floor, when I stop resisting, its like a flow pain seems less, so I let myself go with the flow, release all the tension stored, I
In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to
The world is a race If you want to succeed, pick up your pace Keep running, focus, put in extra hours, fly solo But doesn’t this make you feel empty and hollow? Be yourself, be silly, be alive, spread joy
Deep within my soul Your words of love Burn so bright That you might be The very special girl I hold so tight Like two vessels That intertwine into the night You have a way of making Everything feels just
What is the thing of poverty, of frozen pain, fury under the snow, between fire and rain? You come on the surface to breathe, douse with petrol and show off a flame. A slum of emotions burns with rage. The
Long ago When you mesmerized me by your delightful breathtaking figure I realized first time how close I was to scenic beauty I was infatuated with you by intoxicating smell of your body You would always carry mellowness in your
Silence. He could but dread the feel of it The disturbing silence of children back home as adults Even the sub conscious silence of heavy steps in his broken world of isolation The mocking silence of the crumbled currency lying
Interesting. I see you have arrived. Amnesty! You say? Misinterpretation, you claim? This is no mistake, my new dear friend Hell is upon you and is about to end Ever wonder why, you here were sent? Clearly, you have not
There was once a time, That I ran with a band of mercenaries. Sometimes I sit back in my leather-bound chair, And remember all of them, clear as day… The quick, sly Boston lad, Haphazardly dodges and shoots His way
As the dawn comes to sight The feeling of loneliness avail itself With the nourishment of memories, Memories we’ve built together. I lie awake every evening, So scared to close my eyes Because all that is in my mind is
There’s a light in my garden, a light in the night. Giving light all around to make everything bright. I peacefully sit out there when evening is here, and wait for my gecko’s who come and play with much flair.
Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.
A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the
Not contentious I will put you in moon for another rain. The invisible sex ticks the gravity of mouth that eats the murder. My body becomes an emperor even for the dust. Not the naked cloud. Blood colors the name