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Audacious says the eyes of blue green black and shiny leather from head to toe, you sexy thing, you sexy thing well and today a new love has found its way to my heart and nothing nothing’s gonna go wrong,
Are you sleeping with hate? I wanted to know, does it have a meaning? For we human beings, any equals in plants and animals? There was this audacious betrayal of a brute force to behead a beautiful lass, a scion
It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog.
When I walk out in broad daylight, I am immediately handed with “Stand up and fight” brochures, persuaded to download the Vithyou app, begged to join self defense classes to combat the raging thirst, of uninhibited audacious beasts. I am
Some people are capable of the most cowardly acts ever committed Of wounding a poor vulnerable homosexual’s body until he desperately cries his lungs out mortified Inflicting deep wounds of the flesh and then watching him slowly faint into unconsciousness
He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like
All it takes is one mistake. Don’t make them last mistakes from the past. Beauty and the beast they met at the feast. Beauty played its part by residing in the heart. Appearances are kept by those who are adept.
The melancholic evening Knocks at the dusk And my heart skips a beat Prepares for the gloom This transiting hour Holds the key to The gloom of the past Rubbing off the future The key clicks in the lock The
Don’t let you heart become a paper boat sailing Towards childhood, Towards the harbour of its never returning fragrances. Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, Or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter
The path I once tread, seems parched, My favorite trees look bare, bereft of dense skin, The flowers on the trees, now just a colorless papery illusion, And the sky a blazing ugly yellow screen. What happened to my world,
Oh laugh! Oh laugh! Oh my auspicious laugh, For how long you’d be hiding my cycle’s laugh; You are with me when others withdraw, You are the only one without a flaw; You give me confidence to face future’s laughs,
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.
Gaze into a persons eyes, far beyond the mask and wonder at the questions that you’re too afraid to ask. Gloriously gazing into depths of deep emotion, currents running deep within a cool and placid ocean. Dive into the loving
All night On the neural paths, have rushed – shiny – The shapes of the world, yearning for Scepters of mountains And valleys and rivers of ice And prairies and lakes and forests, endlessly. Yet it would not be the
Rain, wet and unrelenting Sun, so hot and dazzling Dreams of misty, cool rain And rides in an air-conditioned train Skylines of harsh, cold concrete Valleys of lush, green meadows Thunderstorms over a thrashing sea Beaches of soft, golden sand
Stealing stones from skinny faces snipers scratch the colors of a withered moon at night. It was anti-rape rally, the footsteps falling in unison, the blood running out of strange fruits and we topple the golden grass under the toes,
I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,
Darkness.. my cigarette end glows like a blood shot eye the mud wasp chirps the house rat scuttle by the shrill “Ge-ecko” of Geckos… a dog perched on its hind limbs sends out unpleasant vibrations picked up by its mate
It’s the end of April, winter’s signs are just fading And we’ve gone to the seafront, walking along the promenade. Sometimes stopping To gaze at the murky brown winter’s-end ocean… But why? Stepping down onto the shingle, The large pebbles
I feel this ever looming wrath. It comes from within. Sure to destroy everything in its path. But as this soul would come out. The whisps of smoke will arise. Rotten a cadaver only will be perceived. A thousand clouds
Drop by drop the water falls down Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the earth cool and soft And nourishes the life on earth with all its might. The crystal like water drops Refresh the mind and
And when it rains all of a sudden Water seeps through skin and soul I feel the droplets in my veins A shivering, drenched, shattered whole Something is wrong, somewhere for sure An abrupt pain, I can’t endure The gaps
Somebody brought me the prettiest wings, Somebody wanted to see me swing. She prayed for me day and night, Became the hope when I couldn’t survive. Every time I was hurt I could hear her cry, My little successes caused
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
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
Now to myself this comes as some surprise I’m sitting writing here a tuneless song My rusty hand’s in need of exercise For I’ve been far too lazy for too long In honeyed indolence I’ve spent my days I’ve watched
Abandon, abandon the ship There’s no one coming to save Abandon, abandon the ship Quick! escape your graves Abandon, abandon the ship She cried Abandon, abandon the ship The captain lied to you Abandon, abandon the ship There’s nothing left
The bright blue Caribbean sea Stretches out for all to see. A trail of Islands at its feet, Any tourist would its natives greet. So if you ever consider taking a vacation. Consider one of those beautiful places. Primarily Belize,
Reduced…tamed to but a whisper is thy breathe Years have whittled the sharpness of its point Be my heart’s voice muted faint..tacit Thy beat bursts all manner of restraint Roiled palpable is my ascending love of you, scents dance tenderly
Those barbarous men took all my felicity and killed me with their adze. Each piece of my fragmented heart endured a lot of angst. By defiling a dauntless belle they exalted their brutality. The ferocious act of theirs, brought me