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Nothing is impossible in this universe.. Not your dreams.. Not your Passion.. Catch your fate in your hand… We are one nation… The brave nation…. By holding the strong belief… Strong minds.. No sorrow can destroy us… We will stand
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
Friend, not a companion but one who understands. Years, distance and time does not come between us. How pleasant are our sparse reunions. You’ve comforted, have always been there for me. Not only in my hour of need but also
I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots I
Years from now I’ll remember this day The time I tried to write about you and didn’t know what to say There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind Finding the one that describes you completely is what’s hard
It’s not it It’s the feeling would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, would you help me, stop, open parenthesis every album I hear makes me want more close parenthesis, stop can you feel it too or
Walking on the streets near-by, saw a small pussy, Mewling, as abandoned, alone and aloof, so sad, Thirsty and hunger, I felt the need of serving and saving And took it home, to be blamed by my wife, as we
Why? we kill, without mercy or regret yet we are still somehow human with every strike of the blade, every pull of the trigger every scream uttered every drop of blood spilled soldiers thought of as heroes but nothing more
Enraged we stand in this broken country still living an old brown paper bag blues. While newsprint vividly tells the story but you might not find it on the midnight news. And I weep again, I weep for all… my
Here are some “easy” questions we all have been asked. What do you plan on doing after high school? Which Colleges are you looking at? Would you want us to help find the right college for you? Do you know
Find something you’re passionate about and let it consume you. Do not run from it. Let it keep you awake for 48 hours at a time. And while you’re running on zero sleep, create the next wonder of the world.
Complexion and hair he possesses are bright We can compare him to a film black and white Nay, he has no cooling equipment at home Although cushion and mattress made of foam He is a writer and became my friend
When just a little boy inured to bodily harm I stuck a bean inside my button nose which caused parental fright and alarm yielded putrid odor like weeks old black pearl jam stuck between toes Foul fumes a nauseating offal
The wild waves lashed out in all suddenness To suck me away into a watery wilderness To drown me alive, embalm me with salt The devil and the deep sea could not halt The onslaught in love which turned into
The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone
I have an inner beauty! making my green meadows feel its echo, being the best version of myself! I have an internal monologue! giving me a best company when alone, being a soliloquy! I have an inner strength! emerging from
If someone is having bad time Then surely good time arrives That time you’ll feel very lucky When everything is going fine But what one should do When life is becoming a dirty game When fate is not with you
The red-gold heaven of stormy autumn leafy-misty lights this late October dawn recalling to me, curiously, the design hidden in words, swirls of the wood-smoke of ages time-ridden, missing things: a fleeting meeting with the past: something else that does
It was not mandatory. The penalty of hope. From a killing machine propane and fertilizer. It was a god’s day. Don’t want to contend against porous death. Words, I will not betray. —————————————— It was not mandatory. The penalty of
She started to shake inside. Felt sick with anger and distrust. Now that the culprit that broke her heart was back in town. The past memories where clouding his judgement. Neither do I care. As a far I am concerned
I am now estranged from everything I once was The very simple things that change because A lover loved someone and then was crossed I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost No more sunshine
This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion. You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one,
Tired ,frustrated from Life and job I have a Dialogue with God , With eyes closed, I ask , Dear God what is Happiness ? Is Happiness subjective and just one’s perspective. Or is it Utopian, With rich for more,
Crestfallen tears mixed with the salty brine of the expansive ocean. Time seemed to pause, as if for one brief fleeting second. He took a plunge into the icy deep. Happily submerging himself in the inviting energizing enrapturing emerald liquid.
Long staring see umbrellas and outfits overexposure occurs contrast fades subtle shapes vanish impasto stands clear gouges, ridges nose breaking free of a rugged face a glacier calving touch the membrane between universes sometimes this way sometimes in dreams energy
She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away
We don’t come alone We are fire, we are stone inside of me grasping trying to reach forth the silence etched inside my brain strength comes from within to reach my faithful friend Black knights with evil wizards draw bridges
That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.
I touched you tonight For the first time In so long. I touched you so lightly in my mind Then you were gone. For hours I stared at you. Those old feelings Overwhelming again. My eyes consumed you, And started