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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
Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has
Dwelling above Lake Louise is a young Alpha mountain goat who got run out of his pack for trying to take control away from the senior Alpha mountain goat. Young Alpha mountain goat is a feisty and shaggy beast. Fearless!
A rare bird is he with feathers illuminous red and green; a bird that only few will ever see and perhaps ’twas meant to have been. This bird flies free over mountains and through the mind of a dream; escaping
Like a wisp of smoke A dream returns to me. The memory, though fading, Brings a feeling of warmth. Two little girls, Playing in the sun. One with red hair, The other with sparkling eyes. I’ve traveled the world, It’s
From unbearable distance she looked upon me, with a blushing smile, with a haunt in her eyes, she ran like a thirsty doe, to reach me, to feel me, she embraced me tightly in her unfolded beautiful arms, she kissed
the hoof is on the other neck the herd keeps worrying about thinning itself bulls and bellwethers abound the dogs have been put to sleep careless owners having lost their ownership their bones are scattered across a shallow pan of
November 9, a stroke again in her life, The broken phone lying near the bed, her eyes filled with tears, a blade in her left hand and bleeding fingers of her right hand, all spoke the same story of betrayal.
The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away By pincers of roiling flame. His eyes finally flutter to a close, As he finally succumbs to his immortal
He was asking for, at least, a passive euthanasia. Rage or hostility was giving pain to phantom limbs. Race puts forth, a trembling version of ethnic choice. A piped dream which never took off. On middle of the road a
What is made when lightning strikes? Is sand turned to glass like a heart kissed by love, for the first time. pure, clear, refracting rainbows in the corner right above your bed caught for a split second in the summer
Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is
’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied
Past, past and gone past Do they ever anything cast? They do. They mould. They shape, they truly cast The actions of present And advent future To be or not to be To abide or glide. Comers will be coming
For honour killing twilight adulates an abstract faith. Tainted? Now that mouth was shut and butterfly was pinned, will you grow the marigolds? The empty book was not breathing in a crowd of words. The bitter meaning had flown away.
It has weakened my body, Made me a slave of medication, A mockery of the society, Isolated from others, Have missed childhood games, Missed the love of my age mates, Always on treatment, I feel like an experimental object, So
O love, reveal your true state, Thou who reigns on human souls, Lording all passions of sublime mold, Leaving the lovers dreaming to prate. Thy shapeless presence makes us powerless To overcome the breathing necessities, manoeuvring souls twin in flesh
There are those who see nothing in every sunrise And those who see emptiness in loving eyes, They see only the water yet never the sea I just wish they would stop and take heed of my plea, Sunrises need
Crafted in a fine web like Gossamer design… DREAMWORK on a star stream In a timeless circle, circling the Great nebula divine, third eye Projection, rowing in stardust And in the river of Eridanus… Well the dream has just begun
Black hidden deep within a forest A focal point leading outward Strides that repeat friction brings heat A heart filled with hope inspires the beat Atmosphere with hoofs intense Trampling over the reasons to avoid Existence stark to compare Through
Routine Life has no string attached to it Everything is planned for the day It is presumed things move as programmed involvement in the daily chorus smacks the Human sensitivity each one is busy for fulfilling the days obligation Day
Your beautiful eyes covered with antimony Instigates me in love then ask for simony Your rosy cheeks oh my sweet honey This situation warrants a grand ceremony I am enthralled by you by the scene Which makes me more and
Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused
They will not come down with branding iron and bobbing stings. Instead. we will walk down the earth, to meet the silence in half-lit homes of enemies. This poverty of pause and peeling off from giants of fences. I send
Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled
As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These