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I pressed PLAY and my life began to start, The moments in my life had begun, Each minute passed by, each beat of my heart, A smile to give everyone. I pressed FAST FORWARD so desperate to see, Exactly what
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
Every minute from dawn until dusk, I watch a screen, waste my life away. It’s not a good life But it is my life now. The television is my headstone, Marking in the electronic earth The coffin of my bedroom.
Dad are you and mom Going shopping to the new big Mall? Here is my list, please get them all A big Football, A few stickers for the wall, Energy drinks to make us grow tall, Two racing electronic cars,
you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.
Curled up in the blanket of dim-light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon , Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,
Her love is like turning the tides away from the Docks at riverside in the afternoons and fighting Off horrific terrifying fire breathing dragons that Overwhelmed us in desperate times of weather Or not this is a fantasy, Depends on
Rain, go somewhere else, I’m pained within. Wash away hurtful experiences. longed to hold onto my innocence, beauty. flawed personality, though wounded. Rain, don’t improve appearances, It’s my heart that needs mending, Start renewing what’s most important, It’s not my
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
Silhouettes more real than bodies degenerating into the dungeons of secrecy talking with mustaches seeing with fingers ignorant of colors refugees in their own land bereft of fun stars peep out during the day time to see the tangled twigs
I think we should have loved some more, Enough to satisfy a lifetime, Once, when we were young. We should have kept those kisses, As souvenirs and parting promises, For the dark days to come. We should have wept some
My Guitar Weeps My tired Fingers Strum The strings…. Crazy twangs Wild jingle… A sad song My guitar weeps The heaviness Of my lonely Heart…. The heart is wounded It bleeds The blood clots Into touching Words… A song is
Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields
Sound Many sounds Living sounds A world is built with sounds Who is speaking? There are emotions Is madness an emotion? The question A common noise Out of the endless loop of noise a sound emerges Can you hear it?
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
What was the ethics of homefires when homeostasis had gone awry? There were no concrete truths. I will not wear the lies instead like fly ash on my bloodied shirt. The old habits die hard; the beds of flesh and
I dream of a walk of love, in unpleasant weather I dream of your presence, in moments of pain I dream of kindness and humility, done together I dream of acceptance for my harsh words I dream of sweet notes,
In those moments you succumb to the windless state, before mills dormant arms When you shed colored skies and scented breeze, letters detach from their horizontal stance. This familiar place of utter embraced distance, this far edge of nameless field.
Our race against extinction. We all come from the same cradle. Though we think ourselves mature. Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene. We are products of our environment, fine tuned to fit the scene. Some are black with
Heart beats say knock knock Feeling the sentimental shocks Listening to the bells of love clocks Silently progressing those tic toks Those lips and their locks Smokers’ lips and the romantic lip locks! Belladonnas are dancing with blazing frocks Birds
Abandon my fleeing heart, Whistling on roads a part, Stop me if I’m wrong, Carve me up with sharp songs, Restraint can lie, And subsequently so can I. Perception in loss, Victories in some too, Loving you is gigantic, But
Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding
Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction. Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future. Civilizations have come and gone some
Very often we seek love, warmth, caress, inspiration and motivation to move on. Very often we ask for guidance if not from God then from men to confirm our decisions. Very often we struggle to live through heartaches of solace
Couple gets attracted to unite in Bliss Couples Union culminates in anticipation of baby Couple dreams of either a Boy or a Girl Couple celebrate with gusto if the child is either Couple will be crest fallen if the child
Stalking death, pale faced Invaded the gods’ nest Turning it into the valley of dead In loving company of blind sense. Nations awake, staring to each other with surprising faces Smelt the blood of innocents, tiny faced, Embarking upon tolling
Tilted lips on the wet eyes. Below the lids was floating an island in a lake. Latched to a full moon I was trotting with snowshoes, trekking with stars. A volatile virginity rebounds ticking in your heart, spiteful. And I,
Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity
Build up to such situation near impossible to defuse Most convictions of earlier sense uncertain now infuse Defying palpable rationale to point radically extreme Sane logic where rescinds past any credible scheme It hits akin a thunderbolt hard shot out
Wake me up, at another dawn, When love rises high, and all miseries are gone. Wake me up, at another dawn, When justice meets mankind at the new horizon. Wake me up, when there are smiles… Not forced upon, but