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The Imitation Sounds- Their Sounds: Like lion he roars, growls like a male tiger warning intruder or a bear on prowl for vengeance. He gibbers like an ape, chatter as a monkey, screams like a chimpanzee. Do you bark like
I broke a nail shattered the smooth curve on some surface not realizing until I tasted salt and iron realized I etched a jagged trace of blood and plowed skin on my nose like a child then innocently hurting but
Instead of pain sublime in body of death and bracing a hailstorm of bullets you embrace a white phosphorus to burn for whole life, as a reminder of collective suicide. Like my lost children I am collecting the words to
Arcturus touches me pinpricks of a blood orange juice I walk naked in the night serenaded by frogs daring bats to tear mosquitos from my hair warmth of August stars ripple with atmosphere all those photons painting me the perverts
Sweat Sweat travels through the wave His vice gets harder and harder Leeches, Earthworm clamoring in the soil The Earth is crying with the sweat Some fear, some take a bow His bread and butter he earn though Blood gushes
Today is conjunction of two seasons, winter likely wants to enter in the state of autumn. I am walking in the street and sensing the presence of winter. Faded field, dry wind just make the day mopish a little bit,
Not far away from today, Awaits a distant future… But at what price we move, Hurting mother nature….! Waging wars for nothing, Slaughtering innocent souls… Just to entertain, Our mindless goals…!! Shame on you – oh humanity, For being so
Draw close together despite all that’s wrong Draw close together sing Jesus a song Draw close together be united in love Connected together by our Father above When we draw close together the enemy flees That is how father planned
With Waves in the sea rising Clouds on the horizon hovering darkness in noon spreading Tears of sorrow flooding you departed in disbelief on this date that day Time Elapsing Seconds speeding Minutes moving Hours hurrying Days dashing Months marching
Mirror I saw you once, You said I am a child, Blowing bubbles with glee, Inhibited, yet seeming wild. And then I looked again, I was an adolescent, Aloof from the world Hours alone, I spent Time moved on relentless
you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,
You were so sweet and gentle; so warm and so caring You were drenched with heavenly drops of honey. Even when our lives were sad and cloudy, you filled it with hope and sunshine You had many reasons to be
You entered my life and merriment begun, The warm hugs and sparkling eyes, In your tiny fists, You held so much fun. From babbling and broken words, Stumbling steps to bold strides, I watched you grow with eager eyes. With
She is silent, He is silent, But the silence is broken, And the eyes are doing their work, A beautiful heart in love, Is reflected in the eyes. She knows it well, He knows it well, Then why this refrain?
Each night, the universe Writes its’ story On the surface Of the moon Using starlight As its’ pen, And deliberately Makes some words To fall on earth That is poetry The immutable self Afraid of its’ loneliness Thinks itself To be many And
son of an idiot savant his mother could tot a bill faster than any register but he’d tell you that never made her happy laying awake half the night her eyes darting like she was counting motes as they flared
Music lost, recovered, lost Love lost, recovered, lost Poetry lost, lost, lost even if found Lost in words, words in loss, lost voice Lost embittered passion, seething with lost memories Alzheimer’s child, poetry’s kind upbringing Parentage questioned, orphan of regrets
Through the distance, this comes from Sweetness to shower on you her heart’s soaring affection growing warmer, glowing brighter and more tender to assure you, rich or poor, you are still her life across the miles she would like to
A river meandering through nowhere a sea with no shore line a boulder on top of a monolith waiting to roll down believers gathered at the bottom waiting for revelation waiting for Gods to speak they took the journey through
Caged soul, what makes you sob. One fine day you’re free or forever barred. Caged soul, wonder why you shed tears; I’ve surplus BLISS for all and you; should you ask. Caged soul, what urges you to survive – In
He made me move on the rough edges to the abyss of ‘ I ’, persuasive, but strong for a thrilled journey, on the snow-clad relationship between disquieting follicles of wants. Completely alert, still drowning in fear of abstract river,
To catch himself, he jumped into fish pond becoming opaque between silk and lethal crotch. Milk of silence started flowing from earth’s breast. His name was a flower, who was a blind witness of the love for a moon, which plunged
Images about me- still and motion- she keeps in her mind, thoughts and feelings about me, she creates a permanent folder for. Every minute of her life she ruminates on me, near or afar, her GPS keeps navigating toward my
Is it all just a big mistake The Earth got bored and had a big earthquake Did the universe decide instead of expanding lets just create The postman arrives at ten past eleven and he’s five minutes late I sit
The mysterious rival: suffering of resignation. I am reading myself for the surrealism of life, juxtaposition of love and hate. Another blast went off. White rose and black rose in the same garland; ruins of truth were older than lies.
I am precious to both kingdoms, both dark and light. I carry power and potential to grow both kingdoms, so both sides are fighting for me. The one king offers: Temporary satisfaction and happiness, but neglects me when I am
I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.
Oh sweet little flower Tell me what grieves your heart Did June send no shower That your small joys depart? Just nearby is a brook With waters crystal clear If you care, take a look Not a thing there to
Sweet aching sounds come From an unknown land, Breaking the organised chords of life; They enter into pure soul. This sound that was once the melody, The motion which afforded the paused breath A dancing life like a mermaid And
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
I think about the soft velvety eyes, Wet in wait- Of a resolve of distance. Yonder do they stare at- Looking for the clouds the eyes love. Blue sky gazes down at him too, Benign and protective of his space.
The whisky, the dream, and the cold sky The river below cries a lullaby Two street lights flicker and die Stars twinkle, the moon and two fireflies Our friends sleeping below, it’s just you and me Words are easy, they