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Well and there is a LOST SEA Somewhere running through The crystal caverns down and Around the foot hills of the Appalachian Mountains… I remember some kind of strange Indian folklore from many lifetimes Lived before, you look into my
Take into consideration what we’ve witnessed, experienced, Our brothers and sisters being Laid to rest every weekends. Their bodies being buried Six feet under this land, Their souls leaving this precious earth, Into the heavens and the horrible hells. All
Aspires every one for prosperity Some slog to achieve it on priority Some dreams to get it on charity One giving priority will forego life’s beauty One taking it easy will enjoy life’s serenity The successful one will die as
With stoicism writ on face I invite the chisels for giving birth to a dialogue between me and the shaper. Where did the things go wrong in making the life a simple page to write a beautiful poem? Buddha give
Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more.
The sensation of thick honey Gliding down your throat, Enveloping your tongue in A heavy, smooth numbness that warms your buds, Dissolving into sweet ecstasy. The smell of rain Soaking into parched soil, Tingling your nostrils, Tickling your senses, Encompassing
You left behind touchstones when I was inventing another zero. Black and white, sobering transparency was reclaiming the mandate of dust. Barefoot lambs were clamouring for ethics in forbidden land. The sun shrinks the clouds to distribute equally, the landscape
Cancer woke up, The passionate wanderer, One with nature’s beauty, From a well of silence. It whispered to me, The value of time, To an awakening of, Embracing every season. In an endless sea, Of eternal harmony, To gather my
Lead me into, the green darkness, under the nude flames. It was hurting; the golden sun. Out of full moon, werewolves would come out chasing the flesh, the long limbs of silence, in asci of fluids, stopped in tracks. No
My rhymes now fill with mostly raving words, In lexicon of wonderment and praise Which heart with glowing adjectives affords, Where talks refer to how your charm portrays; No better attributes description holds, Than what admiring eyes could oft bestow
Cold spots and disembodied voices echo in the ancient castle as shadows come from out of nowhere, soldiers in armor, ladies in waiting well and but then they disappear almost as they appear oh don’t you know living in EDINBURGH
=========================================== A story of the glory—– especially if you’re a tyke—– of how to help your clueless parents distinguish between being childish, or the so much better…. child-like! While barely at the age of three quite the clever lad, indeed,
The fresh start I had has become another living nightmare and everywhere I look life has gone mad. Waking up every morning makes me terrified always making the run for more sleep won´t stop, won´t end my cry. Where have
Journey of Life is flow of intermittent tears woven around sorrow and happiness While it is the flood of tears during sorrow It is the trickling of happy tears in Joy It is only deep breathing while in mingling it
Thou happened to me as happenth an enlightenment To a lonely thinker who seekth a truth in clouds, As the wildest storm unwanted, unforsighted, And benignly coped all my bleeding flaws. Yeah, surely thou a creature of the Artist, Of
Were you ready for a virginity test to cross the umbrella of harpoons. A chilled moon will welcome you after slaying the hot sun in the valley of gods. A schism scoops ignominy. Seeing the lights which were not there.
If we look outside God is hypothetical Will face just a mirage Search will be critical. None could find outside Search remained futile Because He is inside Peep in for a while. If unable to look in Look at the
Oh Zephyr As a merciful favour To an awaiting soul Drift this luscious savour To half of my whole Sundered by distance Yet blended through hearts Longing this fragrance He is, on other end of world Together, we rooted These
Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.
« Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden » [H. Czechowski] At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed In thoughts – you descended from the Observatory to Galileo avenue, and from there to
A magical icy place full of falling snowflakes that look like little diamonds as the sun’s bright light touches,them making their designs glow as they gently glide to the ground, I can see little baby polar bears hiding in the
The hardest steps are those taken alone lost and hopeless searching for home looking for the one place you belong, someone who’s heart sings the same song, forgetting ourselves along the way, searching for more, we were lead astray, vision
There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal
Nightfall and fog off the lake lands. The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand fills you full of fear and loathing. Creature of the night where are you going? I follow your shadow through the dark and cloudy
Roses bloom and fade away, So beautiful just for a day Fading its colour, losing its grip, Slowly withering, dropping bit by bit Beautiful flowers like fairies on land When we hold you on long stalks, Like wands in our
Whereever I go there you follow When in the morning Sun rises you follow me with your height growing taller then mine As the Sun moves up at noon you would walk by my side with your height shrinking in
I have a laughing mirror, When a wave of pride, Far from the humble banks, Attacks my body, Attacks my soul, Disturbs my balance, I see my face, In the laughing mirror. I have a laughing mirror, When ugliness of
When my spirit feels malnourished. Something in me finds the strength and courage To Read the word so I can help my spirit man flourish. Medicine for the people of the oppressed. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are