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The captain at the tip of his ship, Who sang into the onrushing storm. And while it raved and raised its whip, He offered it his sweet and strange song. The stars hid themselves away that night, For they could
Didn’t realize when the heart swelled, a tear rolled down, then, another…. …and so on……….. What a charming guy with blue twinkling eyes! Santa spreading laughter and cheer; giving away endless memories and smiles! Immense pain wears the garb of
My deep eyes owe a few colourful dreams Blue Waters are dancing in the quiet streams I still play with the chocolate ice-creams Rubbing them against lips While licking those delicious creams Equally touching my hairband strips My dreams chase
To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been
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
“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with
Captain, my Captain, find another ship, You need not hit the bottom on this rig, Born in this sea, this fateful maiden trip, Make not your cradle be your grave to dig: Sleep not, hear not the siren’s lullaby, But
With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me
I forgot to tie her to the dock Now I’m forced to sit here, I can’t swim Watching her drift away one last time. Memories flood my mind The storms she and I survived The bountiful seasons we had together
“HMS Trincomalee, a British Corvette, sixth rate warship of 28 guns, Five hundred gross tons was she. The King’s Pressman am I, handling a pressgang of five, My firm service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun
“Doubt that the sun doesn’t glow… doubt that the wind doesn’t blow, doubt that the river doesn’t flow…. But don’t ever doubt the friendship (love) I owe!!!!” “My life without you, is like sky without blue, autumn without dew, ship
The faces of oppression, your mama forget to mention, That the white cop shooting niggas on the daily to collect his pension. Only when a nigga is killed is it brought to your attention, That racism is alive and well
Can you hear? Can you hear his footsteps? On the highway to light, From the alley of darkness? The sky is waving her hands, The ground is raising her sands, In the stormy wind of his entrance, As it’s one,
Music and words are the places that I hide, the solace of their sanctuary with walls, behind which to hide. But now when I sing those melodious old songs, tears are all I can find where the words should belong.
It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire
The Joy of Bing Skits zoid When just a whippersnapper of a little boy Me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed For doctor removal of my adenoid Less to prevent their only son from being coy Than fear of said
In his short spaceless life Discordant happiness plays foul, A missed chance heavy price demands. He sought another that never was for him As he feared his utter laziness And never spelt her adored name Before eastern Sun broke forth…..
I mused at the turn of event at the scene The landscape is replicate with the shapes and color not in harmony with what nature would have loved to create given his craftsmanship This was a human configuration to give
The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered skin of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a
Washed by tears, the flame kindled again. Crimson magma was quick to engulf the drops on forehead. Fired from close range the bullets opened the bloodgates in quick succession. It should not have happened! Therefore the journey resumes outside the
Manipulating grief, dirty hands – open the lid, release images. Eyes are blank. You unravel the last of roses. Surface tension wavers. An imbecile sky pours the eyes, nose and ears. Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection. I am persona non
It was just a passover which held it for long where evil enforce their rules. The peace was been dragged from their life , all what is getting displayed is those deepest remorseful cries. He started walking with his mellow
In Biblical times there was a youngster name David who killed a lion and a bear. Later on, he also killed a terrorizing giant and became the second king of Israel. My oldest brother never became a king, but he
Problems Belong to A huge, Closely-knit Family! When Problems come, They come With all their Relatives And distant relatives In tow! So, If you are Inviting problems, Be prepared for A huge guest list And a long stay!
And when I tremble bare As your hands outline the chambers I’ve never found beauty in remember that first has many definitions and this was a first. Sunken in walls, barely holding form the air coats the parts of me
Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed
I ain’t a poet, I ain’t a writer, I am just someone who’s gonna lose something soon. Who knew, eventually, colors would change over years, who knew, bidding bye would bring tears. Who knew, a thousand days, a million smiles,
Your Look concaves my retina… Truth… dripped from my Eye!… Each moment is moisturized by fractured fractals. Engaged in your disengagement in this residual stillness, my past Self… still spins inside an alabaster universe… Choice?… just an illusion in these