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The child was trembling inside you: eliminated, revived, walking past an explosion on the extra edge. The dash was stabbing. And without hands trying to open the crypt of forefathers. Things were not happning as you dreamed of tomorrow. The
Full of ooh! Full of pain. There’s much from life, we can gain. But pouring water to the drought There’s everyone, even a team gets out, Falling short of the crease to breathe into the jive-life-breeze. There’s weak, there’s sick,
When someone broke my heart, One never knew one was sitting in my heart, I am not picking broken pieces of my heart, I am picking pieces of someone, Shall I succeed in joining the pieces, I think I shall,
She appeared like a Doll in wax His electrifying entry in her life has set her steady mind on fire and her wax like body melted to mingle in his arms All the while forgetting her own charisma She surrendered
Remember me, do you ? I was your shadow, a positive one Always by your side, concerned Giving energy to your soul while my soul was draining somewhere You told me you love me And I believed you blind I
I thought I would fall, but there was an invisible wall… remember that scary doll, then I could hardly crawl… I thought I would fall, but there was an invisible wall… Everything was strange and new, mom I was looking
Throughout the night, We were running here and there in the Hospital, We both were tense and anxious Because we were waiting for a new arrival The person who was inside Was someone’s daughter and someone’s wife The seconds, minutes
I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to
My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials knuckles thick like good tread cover more miles than the road we’re on driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown I’m along to steer free of ditches roadside stands slapped shut
Rise like clouds and fall like rains, Roam below the blue sky, Sing with a friend and dance with ally, Wash out the acids and kill the pains, A rainbow is needed by an aesthetic heart, Inspire a lover for
Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
A man cursed, can never bring happiness, a man condemned can never bring justice, whatever he touches, will turn to dust, whatever he makes will rot. whatever he desires, will never be his, whatever he loves, will get condemned too…
She came to visit me from America, Everybody shouted, she is my replica. She is very pretty, white and pink, She wore her jacket, made of mink. My little lady always looked very busy, Serving tea with her beautiful tea-cosy.
With an empty pocket, and an attitude He strolls down the streets…… With an empty heart, an empath he is Swings by swindlers, a philanthropist, Little lunatic street urchin he is……. When night falls Kevin watches upon others Like fathers
On a day icy-cold, snowy and serene Glancing through the window ebony-framed Stitched a silk scarf a genial queen Prickled when she her slim flat finger Three blood drops fell upon her sewing Gave she birth to a girl ”Snow
I still have it your favourite pink roll comb with the smooth bristles and colourful buds on edge entangled with your hair which I never removed. It’s here. Hope to meet you someday and find your hair messy that moment
The last corn popped expansively Unnecessarily loud, in a paper bag on a round glass base In a ten year old microwave (a good tool); Jennifer awaits, our first night in, alone together Her parents are at the cinema; her
Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the
Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky
Fractious smokescreen between celestial reflection and contempt floats on a shaken rug. You cannot stand still incognito. The indictment stinks for the impoverished vicitims who make history through to the bones. Grappling after theft, interstitial existence falls like glass pieces
It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,
Titles, titles, titles, all she won was titles Lengthening her debuts at piano recitals Lengthening the doctor’s verification of her vitals Narrowing her gape Her cosmopolitics tightening ‘Til all was television and art-deco sex Her untangling the day’s trinkets from
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,
I like Nothing – not in the sense of disliking Everything – but simply the concept; it’s peaceful, liberating. there is Nothing more rejuvenating than a day of Nothingness. no wandering of my mind to keep me awake, empty thoughts
At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember
A rock becomes a philosopher. Refuses to move looking at the stars. Rogue shirts were walking on the clouds of unknowing. I wanted to remove all the clocks. Who was stealing the water? Secret of life? Impiety had undone the
Shall we go like innocents with heavy breathing in the pool of blood to find the inner-connectivity of a boldly beautiful death? In the open pit of an ancient gold mine? There was a loss of hidden dance, in the
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.
Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the
A sailor’s story lingers long while others disappear; its locale point is Cuban soil when freedom was still here. My tall young frame was all decked out with new tight tailored whites, with thirteen shiny buttons new, that much improved
That was the dreadful night when my world went upside down, Tough decisions were made but still I count, The smiles the sorry the vows that were so profound, It just hit me hard now when ever they come around.