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Unimpressed by your lack of ambition I want to control, dictate your small mind Exploited, but fine with your position While our heads are foreign, our hearts combined Your mother, your dad grew up in this town Your father served
Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the
Life is not a limited bound …. life lies under the ocean of tears, after the phase of fears . There is much beyound complaining , there is so much left to do beside just saying . Leaving behind the
One’s Life is a book with its pages bound in random Contents of it is like a potboil thriller packed with tears and fears, agony and ,Ecstasy disappointments and exuberance losing and winning hating and liking Life is a beauty
You and me Two different entities Each bound by our own creations Yet our love has made us one. Two souls became one Without any differentiation We carry our life Like the two banks of the same river Never meeting
The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat
Windless dry air blankets the horn of this continent A familiar stare from large ebony eyes embedded in one cherished frame From the scorched earth an anguished image peers out with born innocence Simple wishes glimmer from sunken optic caves
You said to me “Thanks for loving me” Oh my love! I don’t know what to say Don’t know how to reciprocate Your very thought, your very name Makes my heart beat reverberate Our love is so unconditional Both of
Sea breeze salty and warm Dark clouds brewing up a storm Sea spray all over my face Worries long gone, without a trace Homeward bound on a ferry Childhood memories I carry Now the island is in sight Heart beating
Memories tug at my heart strings Making me turn around, But in my step, I must get back the spring I mustn’t look back, lest I be forever bound. It’s time to move on Time to forget old dreams. The
Love, I ache to hear your voice, sit spell bound in your presence. Be cradled by your embrace, comforted by your arms, Treasured, I await your coming. Will not turn you away, let you down. From that moment on, our
It’s been a day, maybe two Since our chance encounter when I met you And suddenly now the words are pouring Like the rain on a mid summer morning It’s beautiful this feeling,this constant yearning But I knew from the
Her company recalls of strolls ….beneath mid-morning skies, Sheltered by canopy of clouds ….which stays but can demise, Her heart that always feels for birds ….the meaning of their cries, For bees if they have hives uncared ….so honey never
They’d whisper to you, ominous things, With damned, grim faces giving bad tidings, Just to cause you to panic, And when you’d turn away in distress, Jauntily, they’d flap their wings, and wink at each other, Knowing that soon enough,
I have been on this journey for a long time. As long as I have Jesus I am fine. Every day I sing and pray. No longer on this earth do I wish to stay. I will not give up
This dawn, the legacy of nights before, Breaks from horizons of the distant past, In land so faraway, on stranger shore, Now gone, but not mementos that still last; Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones, Nor citadels to champion
Were I decreed a free choice of fate, Insouciant orioles! We shall be one! Gold-tainted-black, early morn or late, I flit-flirt with you in the sun. No gravity of custom flags me down No laws forbid me to fly, flit
A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our
I’m watching us in my mind’s eye bound together like thunder and lightning to get away from the world and into secret places We’re gushing alive flaming flickering love bursting born leaving nothing to chance until we fade out. Then…
I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots I
Bessy now pulls the cart towards their home that day Her size makes pulling baby carts as mere child’s play She’s huge, a Labrador, obtained from Russian friend Trained by cop, we’ll call Tim – that isn’t his real name
I was the type of person, That held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip, When it no longer felt right. And although it gave me blisters, And my fingers would all ache, I always thought that holding
When life is hard And the going is tough Steel your mind to stand up and fight Do not despair, For as long as there is life, Hurdles are bound to be there, Hold your head up high. Praise the
A queer experience it is A feeling that defies description An emotion beyond expression Giving a daughter away , you don’t know how to name it . Is it a sense of self appreciation at having performed a parental duty
Every love has its sound; It creates and it breaks. A foil stands like gray hound Against it and tragedy makes. But don’t worry, a dove sings sweet and cares no gun; What lasts on earth but love? It removes
Project Happiness .. she informs me… The genuine smile, or laughter aloud, The Happy one, what paths are urged. Blissful moments, that made their way. Victory, Peace, Success, and Truth.. Others had picked the choices away. Though Happiness, now she
The old familiar sting, O blues hits in moments spent beneath the willow tree torn out faces, worn out places these memories’ll burn till I’m ashes Now more than ever, O shooting star I wish to come home where kisses
She shakes it, spreading the exuberance, gushing out of its folds ’n Crevices of long-ago, like a perennial stream of jubilant euphoria- Converting matter into emotions, from the tangible to the intangible, Embodying an idyllic confluence around, fervently fluttering to
Too careless what’s going on all around, Although in a cage she is kept and bound, The couple is not free and cannot fly, When she sees other birds in open sky, She turns his nibs to the pretty spouse,
Tell all of his descendants, and all others who will listen Tell them that once upon a time there was a man named Bob,and that this man had a dear wife named Carol. Tell them that Bob was a lover
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
Old sense of exhilaration for the spirit to soar free To be one with elements on an aimless kind spree No destination so to say nothing planned as such Tad touch of spontaneity & escapade a sole crutch Legs straddling
How deep is the hole I fell into That light does not shine upon my naked soul Am I to live all eternity bound in this grave Once I heard your voice sing but only silence Greets my ears now
A frisson, a shiver, a sense of calm Settled on his shoulders as he espied The River of Remembrance, ‘twas a balm To his soul, so weary, he cried “I am saved, I am saved from this dark place I
They came tired and torn, weary and worn They came male and female, straight and gay They came high and hooked, homeless and hungry They came addicted to alcohol, drugs, and crime They came for one last try, for freedom
As I walked the garden of love I could feel the roses bloom i could sense the beauty there Moving through the valley i knew i was bound hard i knew i was a blessed soul i could hardly walk
Our Life is woven around relationships Relationships are bound by stages in life An infant is bonded to its mother Kids mingle with fellow children Youths have proximity to friends Married couple share their Love with each other Professionals with
Pander to the broken once more shall you see, the changes made, Above the mighty Stereo Surrendering, only to ignite streams to pour From the fountain of the Infinite Well. Oh! allow such splendor to splash upon a page Aplomb!
Some say it all started with a violent explosion, let there be light, a Big Bang. White hot plasma swirling around expanding in an amazing bound. After a while things cooled, came together, began to slow down. Hydrogen and helium
Darkness and quietness all around me Except for your constant tick Doesn’t that painfully prick! So trick the play and take the pause I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross. You always march, night and day Where is
I had come from California for a visit with my oldest brother who had returned not long ago to live out the rest of his days in this quiet little Delta town of Clarksdale, Mississippi. After spending a night and
I, with my simeon mind, find myself doubting all that you are with your body wrapped in humble rags, bound by mortal ties while upon the cross you rise above me in fearful symmetry Your truth, your love, your faith