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I urge you, pry the quiet crimson open under the dying embers of the blood orange sky. Ragged words expelled in a breathless arrhythmic pause, coating the ridges of our raw and urgent tongues. We must intertwine, lip upon lip,
It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.
No snow falling tonight all is dark wet and dreich, Stars cant be seen all hidden by low lying cloud, Shepherds struggle market price for sheep is too low, children born in squalor no stables left, now turned to houses
I painted a pitted brick wall whitewashed it with a sable round brush size 0 blotting out my memories in every rough pit a map of hell surely torture and death can’t last forever grinding lime tasting sweat snowblind I
I love.. The early sounds of dawn. The twitter of birds and the sound of Silence too – as calm and blissful peace they bring. I love.. Fresh jasmine flowers A walk on wet green grass The crimson in the sky with birds
Today, like everyday You forgot to smile at the mirror The house waved and waved You probably didn’t notice! Buses and cars and people and dogs The sun was scanning them all Realization. Oh! I forgot my handkerchief You missed
Nothing is impossible in this universe.. Not your dreams.. Not your Passion.. Catch your fate in your hand… We are one nation… The brave nation…. By holding the strong belief… Strong minds.. No sorrow can destroy us… We will stand
at first glance it appears harmless to look upon so you take your first sip a numbing sensation comes from within then gradually you build up the tolerance then the second one comes & the third next you know your
I entered into this crazy world from your womb, You gave me birth, by giving your breath, You forgot all your pain by seeing my face, “Oh My Sweet Heart” -Nothing is great in-front of you in this world!! You
Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.
The dresser front is like a waterfall with a vibrant tangle of scarves that stumble out and down. Bed sheets rough-house with pillows. and a spread is spread but not on the bed. There are yesterday’s pants cavorting with last
You come before me, my dream As morn comes in all its glory Smiling, blushing and mesmerizing Your eyes that hide a thousand feelings I espy them, read their message Some dark truth they seem to hold Veiled in smiles,
Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound
My friend My lifetime friend You are now at peace. You’ve stumbled through dark tunnels. You’ve travelled, long, and hard. Now time has passed your journey’s at its end. Your pain still edged on my heart and soul and friendship,
When is it that you can say you really know someone? Is it through the tender words, the jokes, the loving glances, the fun times, the promises, the long conversations, the intimate moments? Is it through the uncertainties, the past,
I’ve heard that plants need the sun, else they shrivel and they die; but I saw a sapling under a bridge, through the other side of pane. It seemed like it were surviving, maybe even managing a bit of thriving;
A man with an ambition Is on a die hard mission. One man with a vision Can accomplish any mission. Go on a mission After each and every vision. Fulfill your missions WITHOUT ANY INHIBITIONS. Ask for a commission After
Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.
Giant cable webs from the skies Stare at me in my eyes; Messy wires that crisscross out there, Are sending transmissions everywhere, And they make us sit in our homes: Hooked up to laptops and mobile phones. And should we
I had a chance meeting with a quiet fellow No, we did not meet Didn’t even share a breath Unsure if it was male, female or hermaphrodite Still it was unlooked for Rising in a predawn hour, ready for the
Here are some “easy” questions we all have been asked. What do you plan on doing after high school? Which Colleges are you looking at? Would you want us to help find the right college for you? Do you know
Music lost, recovered, lost Love lost, recovered, lost Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets
Dreadful nights are long over, Nature has turned a lot sober, After the devastating flood, That claimed a lot of blood.. With us helping each other, No one now has to bother, About catastrophes in future, As we will again
Thinking about past Again and again Life is still very vast Enjoy the forthcoming rain Raindrops coming from heaven Every drop ending on floor Every day you keep on missing someone The truth you can’t ignore Anything can be done
The error of terrorism, they say, it is the power of belief. When the blood paints the earth, they say, it is the color of relief! The mask they wore, shows, how cowardly they are, The pain they caused, reminds,
Atlantis reborn we are the ancient ones who have returned Generation X timeline 69 to 79 and we will raise our young To be genius of mind and care for the baby boomers until Their spirits are rapture on down
Fractious smokescreen between celestial reflection and contempt floats on a shaken rug. You cannot stand still incognito. The indictment stinks for the impoverished vicitims who make history through to the bones. Grappling after theft, interstitial existence falls like glass pieces
There is far too much evil in this long misused world, too much force-fed fear. Too many bent and broken lives adrift on a torrent of tears. Too many innocent children being brainwashed in too many crowded halls. Pointless graffiti
High cut walls of hell was born Little devils seemed serene n calm Hot-red fire washed upon all Air around felt humid and warm… Dread, hatred, but not love Could find a place to stay ashore Flesh perished and then
It’s all just a moment Life squeezed in a drop Questions burst like bubbles Leaving an utter full stop Tomorrow is a myth of mind Hold me close and stay Nothing matters and nothing remains Our breaths are melting away
I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only
It sneaks up from behind, Distance closes in, Like an unseeing hand I know where I have been Tangled hair and ash Salty sweet night and day Dusty journeys and wind I know where I lay This misty space fills