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The anthropologist came a great distance to observe and study the recently discovered subjects. Nothing was know about them Nothing at all. The anthropologist was anxious to get to work to set up the study. The work would be intense
On your dark face smile does not spread like a butterfly. Most reticent I had been, It was very difficult to give, and very painful to take. You wanted to be noticed, and I had a tryst with uncharted path.
Sometimes when you don’t see me In a path you are heading to, Just look behind, You will always find me following you. Sometimes when you don’t need me At a point when you have everything with you, But anytime
I remember the night you walked in, in your heels Your stilettos echoed and your red skirt jittered Your moves were strong and you did not keel They thought it was your Ouzo, and the crowd nattered As I dowsed
Oooh somewhat of a Charles Dickens Character, from your hat to your boots, Well I can tell you’re different than most People these days but hey that’s a good Thing, it’s got my goat if you know what I mean,
From the sea they came, With their gigantic boats. That could travel upstream, Through the river even, Into the sacred valley. They brought new gifts From the Sun, perhaps. Their lands were unknown To us, at least. They said It
There are lovely seasons beyond compare that each has its own beauty, spring offers a birth of life to so many flowers and trees. Summer is the warmest season of all, the sun is the strongest on the blue sky
If the game were to have what we wanted All the time, with each impulse, and when With the waits infinitesimal heartbeats So you get what you want, with no pain Without leaping, or jumping, or running Without straining, or
Near is very far space, time, continuum, still there’s a vastness that appals chemotherapy, white walls scurrying through the corridors of the christie this monday morning early meeting Emile, yes, named after Jean Jacques’ eponymous hero, married at the weekend,
After the pain, some wrath, and more tears Woke up from the trance, which seemed like years The volatile love vaporized to steam Was pinched by reality, out of the pipe dream My heart’d stopped beating and broken apart Residing
No more bad thoughts its gota stop Be positive and grateful for all I’ve got No more mental breakdowns keep it together I cant be mentally unstable for ever Its the start of a new beginning today I must block
It was not mandatory. The penalty of hope. From a killing machine propane and fertilizer. It was a god’s day. Don’t want to contend against porous death. Words, I will not betray. —————————————— It was not mandatory. The penalty of
Sadness……recall of lost love often brings, With bridge to Heaven shattered down and gone, When healing wounds open to added stings, Or subjected to some, if once there’s none; An hermitage is sprung by heart distraught, Free from intrusions of
The old tree grew in my grandfather’s compound It used to be beautiful and fruitful all around Birds always came down in swoops to surround Nobody knows the type of tree or fruit anymore It has no fruits anymore only the
There once was a pretty little girl from a time before thee, She dreamed of a Knight in shining armor, oh how he would be! Tall, dark and handsome, With perfect teeth and not too large feet. He’ll have strong
Running to and fro, Going somewhere, going nowhere. Fighting for survival, fighting for revival, Some call it revolution I call it confusion. Hunger in the land, Trouble in our towns, Politicians say they have the solution, But their parties have
Never forget that life is a fleeting thing, we seep our souls in hate, and forget that it suffocates what little time exists Cliches aren’t corny, they are tragically obvious, and tragically sad For they are lessons that are never
You were my second chance or so I thought I was fragile and scarred when we crossed paths Emerging from a Summer of anguish and regret you caught me off guard Love was not on my list of healing remedies
Word Death is enough to scare all Many dislike me for uttering it Some see negativity in me Many thinks i spoil their mood several hesitant to open my mail All agree to disagree with my thoughts Oh ! Death
Will you tell me what it was the unknown of the known? When you step into the eyes of stangers you start talking without uttering a single word. Give me back the body, of dark pink matter to understand the
These are just random snippets that I will just post together. Title: Monster minded and egos Like an enflatted ego is my thought that im a monster. As with Ego you are never as big or bad as you think,
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
On a day icy-cold, snowy and serene Glancing through the window ebony-framed Stitched a silk scarf a genial queen Prickled when she her slim flat finger Three blood drops fell upon her sewing Gave she birth to a girl ”Snow
Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,
Cold night, shimmery light, A white lie to the white knight, Broken heart waving good bye, Shadows in the blue moon night. Melancholy in the milieu, And heart beats are drums in the air. In the deep dark night with
I never took the easy way,never took the pleasing way buried my Conscience and dug up my essence on the way Fallen heroes,friends and foes I met along the way, found peace the strength that kept me walking was released
The man that created me is old and defeated His paralyzed and tired body fights not to get discouraged Yet, with his inability to do any activity constantly is reminded That life is not so kind when you are disabled
I could see him leave, leaving me alone. I weep and cry, not showing it at all. I think about him, every minute, every second, every moment. Where is he now? I wonder… Has he found someone better, than me?
a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death: guess what
And I don’t care how high you are Is your mind open? Blissful emotions exploding in these tunes Mind blown, useless frowns Wake me up This life is endless, it’s passing Moving fast or not fast enough Fully loaded,Let me
Once upon a sinful past, temptation to trade the soul. Riches beyond that can be perceived andcvulnerable with lust for control. What is a soul if not old, mine is shiny and new and a souls cost, a pretty penny
Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multicolored butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The essence and absolute beauty