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They stand stiffly before his milky contrail thought of tittering, a fiction, flying across an evening sky once a giggle mash, now a distant funerary memory. Imagine it, a flounder flopping in deadly malodorous silence. Truth rips at his empty
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
Why are you packing up for final journey? I am not getting the signals from the stars through the amnesia. The moon will rise on the desolate landscape of broken dreams A shudder gives away. You always pursued incompleteness. So
My father beat me that flat arc celluloid comets white and orange clattering into corners flat thwack the vengeful ball finding my belly he’d run me all around the table drowing in sweat blistering feet he’d cheer my points then
Rebirth of an anxiety, of an abstract thought, takes on the impossible of something left between false and true. Out of spite some body was betraying the life. A bodiless lie becomes an imposter beats the truth and walks away.
In lunatic scape of fringed labellum the creeping malignancy was advancing. i missed a rendezvous with moon when you had brought a blue kiss from abducted lips; again I become a sisypus lifting the rock off your comets of round
My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt
Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
Waiting for a prickly path at crossroads, where desolation sits in between words and flesh. Hanging shells on windows where light immigrated to prophecies of Buddha.The violence will never end. Can you find some space between the bullets? Between the
When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning
Do I dare? As the earth revolves And the sun is Obfuscated from my vision The stars begin their dance While the planets Continue their waltz. And in the island of their movement Is the ocean of the Milky Way
When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:
The promise of peace the fable of tranquility the desolate landscape of desert not even a single blade of grass no life, just cold come oh sweetheart of mine come oh angel of death and kiss my lips take away
Daily chores has no place for sentiment each one has plans earmarked for the day Busy person has no time to spare time with near and dear lazy person has no mind to think about near and dear Present generation
You made ascent to high thresholds of dreams, Much higher than where angels dwell on wings, And all the cost of sleep your mirth redeems With sheer magic the near-experience brings; You fluttered in my every reverie, As though a
I don’t trust this calm, This serene state of now Clean and fair is fake, Bitter black holds my charm. Of course we’ll choose the light. Though I love you more on darker days. Burning, shining, crazed but real Pulling
Your sweetness calls to me as though honey, That speaks rightly for countless humming bees, Or ambiance that floral scents convey, Or else, as breeze sifted by leaves of trees; As water gushing from rocks, crystal clear, For having passed
These powerful words from heaven above sounding so strong and so bold These eternal words from God almighty, hidden so deep within my soul These living words of God that prophets long ago recorded on a scroll These words shall
The world of viruses come With lots unwanted gum. Quick Heal is a family album Where I can reject all scum And freely continued my rhumb. Viruses for all are season autumn, Looking into browsers is alum, Inserting memory cards
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.
She wanted the attentions He needed a companion Through their journey in life Fate made them cross path Between them, grew much feelings The infatuation, carried alongside their friendship His affection for her was indescribable Her indifference for compassion was
away, away, they go, three in a line, earthmovers all cross hill and valley, chalky soil mounted high towards the strange blue bucket towering in the sky head, thorax, abdomen, bobbing up and down march on, march on, over stone
“The past I hold in high esteem Thoughts on love never leaving As trees strained from the heat of the sun And memories silently grieving The winds that blows Decides where my love will go It may spread to east
At times when the heart darts out before the words, And love spills over before dames all svelte and amused, By swooning to songs that blared ever so loud on the ears That even she could hear, Standing next to
Look at these lines – fishing for compliments – Hooked, they drag us back. Leave us squirming on the dry bank: Palpitating, bruised from the fight. Removing the pin from the mouth It’s a painful business. But worthwhile. Who’ll throw
As I watch the raindrops pelting down my Window panes, my thoughts wander away, hover. I think of the unique creation weaved By God through His magical fingers that Wash my despondence, gloom, sappiness and Make my spirits soar high
A day of clouds scudding across a production-line sky, vaporous dreadnaughts, caravels lumber by above, never disturbing, the ocean’s surface they defy. The sun becomes a signal lamp speaking in poetry to the static lands of the earth whispering: not