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I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon
A Steinway upright corners my grandmother’s parlor. As a boy I hid there and fell prey to a 3 p.m. nap. The notes awoke, bearing the boy across land and sea to the shore of an Italian lake where a
From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They
Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to
The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!
The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!
Impossible emptying my head of every bent phrase… The misshapen past crooked and crass –unrepentant lunar lit boyhood errant I against your shallow affect denial (my own story you dare edit or silence because every unacknowledged event is one erased
I won’t have company of people who expect I will not expect myself I could treat people like dirt Or I could choose otherwise I could cherish a few relations I choose Or I could decide to be all alone
A cold, lifeless blade was pressed against chilly, tender flesh Slowly, she presses it down, feeling the pressure on her limb Then, there is a sudden relief as the crimson rivers and the inner trash Comes tumbling down, red raindrops
When I look at the 2 pair of eyes, I wonder about the perception. What are the adjectives used, What are the defining values? Given the negative light, Of a self-image, And the ka-ching, Ominously amiss, I wonder, if the
Slipped from the tree fell into the beautiful bushes Tickling the hell out of me Cold Cold water touch my feet to comfort Wasteful thoughts sieved out Let’s call upon the sunlight and complete this Portrait that consists of me
The quarter moon has arrived on seaside, The carved bay being limited by sandline Is quite pleased with saline touch And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon. The breathing silence of distant forest, Feels happy for not being assailed by
Is it really ‘just how it is’ in the world these days? Too fast, too bright, too hyped. With an insatiable attitude of me, me; me gratification. And there is always so much noise. People in cars, people in trains;
Little miss heartbreak, you’d give her your time, ’cause if you’d want to get with her, got to get in line. Pretty miss heartbreak, she’ll leave you all the clues, But don’t you look so eager now, you’re only going
The heart beats faster lungs are out of breath and I climb atop the summit not stopping once.. People have become memories and memories don’t haunt anymore my body breaks into sweat and it is very cold here.. The wind
Thoughts before I sleep: Never again will those eyes bore into my soul, Never again will I let those sweet words make me feel whole. Never again will I lose myself in the warmth of that embrace, Never again will
Every thought that comes to my mind, Instructs my mind to think of you. Every night when slumber make me blind, States my eyes to dream of you. Every drop of blood that flows through my heart, Reminds my heart
Look at the flying creatures, They feed freely, No cash needed nor sweat for gain, Yet you of little faith, Worry belittles your faith in your Creator, It keeps you far from him, like the earth & heaven is, If
The day comes to an end, And the dusk takes the light away. Everything feels so drowsy And we face the Sunset. The flying wings of time, Changes everything in the life of mine. The things are never same; As
Value deterioration is too fast Humanity should stay steadfast. The world should wake to crisis And hit it at its head like a dart. Vices are quickly escalating Greed runs at neck-break speed Making the people more physical Eat, drink
Sweat flowed like river in the scorching Son The dried up tongue thirsting for water The dirty body begging for water to bathe Uncooked food waiting for water Cries of people for water rent the air People begged the rain
To hear the pattering of tiny feet , then the sound of gunfire in the street, Is a sign that people have lost there way, They cant make head nor tail of the light of day, When will all this
Once, eyes did spoke for the inner being Then, gestures spoke and the grin, Her words filled our vacant spot Then, actions did what words could not. Hoped to stay like this forever and ever With you in me, me
Who can question flower’s beauty That in exquisite splendour Blossoms of life’s passion A sign of grace and pride Worth a thousand words. With a pure innocence Opens to the flirtatious butterfly Gazing in intense admiration Enamored by its presence
Past, past and gone past Do they ever anything cast? They do. They mould. They shape, they truly cast The actions of present And advent future To be or not to be To abide or glide. Comers will be coming
Do you ever feel like your drifting alone in an empty place not really moving towards any goal or any place. It pulls on your soul and is always on your mind it prevents you from moving forward and slowly
Where do you go when you are not here, Sometimes you’re away for days, Your absence leaves me with such fear, So scared in a million ways. You give me no sign that you’ll be gone, You just up and
Drinking frizzy drop of the sentimental smoke Absorbing rhythmic murmur of the dancing peacock Gradually and completely, I felt him in my beats Following that voice among thousands of tweets The shimmering, scarlet, feminine blood Rapidly flowing over the marble
Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert winds walking the three star path of the Jackal back to Giza again pulling
It consumes everything that ever was It was there from the start, will be there till the end. No one has escaped the wrath it brings, no body escapes the jaws of time. Bitter, sweet, vengeful, whatever you have been
Hello dear where you have been since we met last in the canteen I have been looking for you everywhere even in dreams you’re so beautiful that you take my breath away your awesome company complete me in so many
This crazy condition that time is going backwards then flying forwards No time for me to live in the present The moment of power, assertion, and revelation I stop to catch my breath always rushing in turmoil The present can
I have a feeling I cannot resist. I feel as if there is an angel in our midst. What will he do and say? Will he make himself known today? Many a prayer I have spoken. I told the Lord
I have a reason to smile, Even if I have to walk for miles and miles; I have a reason to cheer , Even if my life is hard to bear; I have a reason to weep, Even if my
In a cool blanket of water floating, the expansive green leaf gliding, on a lake serene and shimmering, caressed by the breeze mesmerizing, with tranquility So alluring. A symbol of vastness, a sign of openness, pink and white they float
Oh brutal incessant rain! When you’re gonna wanna stop? Shame that you kept this wussy weakling busy with mop. All day long, You might think that you’re so efficacious, But now hey you’re more than enough. Cliché is that you
Most dabbled indulgences are not means to any end Attempts just plain perhaps for old afflictions to mend Each day breaks new dawn again onto the cyclical night Waited more than my share for reversal of chronic plight Weary of
Difficult it becomes, the secret of the judgement and metamorphosis of the painted cotton into a stained truth. To save the present tense. A dangerous crowd of vowels to express the incomplete moment of watery teeth, so hung, while misspeaking
The autumn breeze blows through the trees whispering secrets known to few from all of his travels in summer under skies of azure blue He tells of flowers smiling when watered by the rain and of butterflies kissing them again
In your eyes, I watched fireflies dancing… I listen to a song within my heart, shredded, broken whispers… at dusk listening to the music of falling leaves laid bare my heartaches… tonight, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite
