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Every day I pass by your window, Half expectant of seeing you there, Lost in thoughts As you always were, I wish I would chance upon, Catch a glimpse, Of an unexpected tear, Rolling down to smear Your pretty face.
“Molly confession” My Molly confession Best in love In love I stay with you A message long over due My baby You excite me Glee Lovingly taking Molly Enhancing a love between Us is where I want to be Seeing
I am so sorry The first words you say In your admission I was wrong follows next with down cast eyes In your confession the confession given in hopes of forgiveness is admission dressed in pretty clothes Your true intent
my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got
You know the hardest things in life. Is to be supportive to a person who has serious problems and will not admit in having them. Life is like a streaming water flowing and still but deeper than and angry waves.
You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start
Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless
I saw tombstones Some ornate , others plain. All had a story hidden Of fulfilment and emptiness. Death is a leveller And makes us realise All are equal Even if born amidst riches. The journey from cradle to grave Is
I am not here to trade anymore the cosmic runes and liquid dreams, as Universe stumbles into its own photons… I am here to renounce my own spectrum with all its refracted words, rhythms and sensationalized perfect imperfections… Yes!… I
Today I know why God made me a human The species of agony,love and ideas I was involved in weaving my success When at sixteen I lost my heart to someone That person was a temptress The evil and saviour
No more bad thoughts its gotta stop Be positive and grateful for all I’ve got No more mental breakdowns keep it together I can’t be mentally unstable for ever It’s the start of a new beginning today I must block
A gunny sack was full of bleached skulls. What now? Do I attend the auction of mortal wounds in hidden valley of dust? The arsenal of seductive weapons was a snub to your culture when the fall of extremes was
Nature places it in the lap of the green It takes peaceful slumbers in the loving arms of a leaf The morning light beautifies it…… At last, it encounters death When the bright rays of sun burns its delicate surface
I could see no justice while the righteous were being deprived, I who fought for his face,I who resemble justice was driven by the zeal of what that represents true devotion,devotion for my thoughts that give an insight of my
The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her
Since I have seen you, I have been infected With tormented love to you, and I have been Tortured by mysterious executioner. He is invisible, only felt. At every evening, Before sleep, he whips a dagger into my heart, And
I’m a twisted echo In a suicidal prayer, Toxic, dark, and damp Empty thoughts, a musical despair. Demon’s start to whisper softly In an eerie yet, enchanted lullaby, A need to numb the pain within me I dance with the
There was a portrait under the landscape. Whispering of clouds, writhing body and tense folds. The sorrows hold out a veiled threat. Mortality itself will finish the epic abstraction? I am not sure, and then the fog rises. Afraid of
Through perfect imperfections Are we able to find evolution. The flaws we face on a everyday basis Seen through our own eyes as love. A ballast on which we see each other. Without fear, without hesitation. I see you, not
Tonight a fresh spring breeze flows into my window. Listening to all the sounds in this city. There are so many. Cars with engines roaring, racing up and down this city street. Ambulance sirens with fire trucks screeching and; hollering
Darkness.. my cigarette end glows like a blood shot eye the mud wasp chirps the house rat scuttle by the shrill “Ge-ecko” of Geckos… a dog perched on its hind limbs sends out unpleasant vibrations picked up by its mate
NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou, voodoo is alive and well… Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced, caught up in
Identity is a sculpture Sculpted by force Internally Externally By choice We are born blocks Our guardians make the first mark They share the chisel with others With society And the work in progress is put on display How it
Long ago When you mesmerized me by your delightful breathtaking figure I realized first time how close I was to scenic beauty I was infatuated with you by intoxicating smell of your body You would always carry mellowness in your
This life is not enough to understand a girl friend what a thing she is! No dictionary has enough words to say about a real girl friend whatever she is. Sometimes we think the girlfriend is just like the summer.
Your smile is brighter than the summer sun Your face just stands out against everyone It’s the twinkle in your eyes that makes me wonder Will I get to have you in my happy ever after Oh dearest, I don’t
Successful people Do not learn English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Latin, Or, any other language! They Do not speak English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Latin Or, any other language! They learn How to make
Conflicted I tried, to comfort, reassure myself, I did not lose, gain knowledge. Yet the sorrow within says differently. This was not love, but dislike for me. Not that it was my reflection, actions of others, my heart tells a
Once in a blue moon, Beneath the moonlight, Locked in arms of the sea, The moonbeams reflect, On the shimmering waves, Its infused blue hues. The swell of the tides, Gaze at the beaming moon, Shrouded by fluffy clouds, In
Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.
Cold night, shimmery light, A white lie to the white knight, Broken heart waving good bye, Shadows in the blue moon night. Melancholy in the milieu, And heart beats are drums in the air. In the deep dark night with
There goes a blazing trail of lightning across the deep indigo, starless, Australian night sky. I am momentarily startled by the dissonance of the rumbling thunder, playing drums in my ears. Driving past the long, steep road lined with bottlebrush