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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
I am chained Something strains and chains me To suffocate in the tightened grip That forcibly blocks my mild muse ‘Get up, it is too late,` An alarm from my sweet Mom, Who howls like a siren, ‘Oh, I can’t
Uptown or downtown somebody Wants to touch your body Somebody wants to get a little Naughty so who ever you’re with May not be your fantasy lover but When you have a rock hard, hard on It tends to have
untouchable that bleeds, lonely in black sky, that haunting moon walks gingerly on quivering sea: lovers killed in shame in broad daylight by gunshots before a crowd; some possessed maniacs turning the clock back: history lets go the leaves, the
Don’t look deep into my eyes, who knows what you find inside? Is it the dreams that I lovingly hide, or are some demons residing inside. Am too afraid to let you know, Even too scared to make the show.
Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden
We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive -“Never have I ever”- (I’m going to take this shot now) social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun. A mile away,
Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers?
Mesmeric as a golden fawn, Running across a forest lush, Evident as that bright sun, Glowing then settling with a blush. Delicate as a feather of a humming bird, Calmly caressing before it flies, Curvy as a narrow path of
Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and
When distant chimes announce the midnight hour, And full the milky moon hangs in the sky; I hope to meet again your dan’rous power, And pray this abstract love at last can die. Each nearing step, each heavy, panting breath,
Happy to be alive I could not be happier to live in these great times And surviving another year to live this life with awesome friends like you guys Blessed to be the uncle of such beautiful kids who are
My thoughts of which I let known Were nothing to me all left alone Some slipt away while others pondered In which mostly all were left squandered Or maybe it’s just a hobby of mine To throw a few words
Sifting through the sands of time trying to make out truth from lies I realize that there is no telling the truth everything is a lie, everything is a truth.. The moments color the perception emotions add the hues shades
My favorite singer, Justin Bieber. He calls his fans beliber, And i’m his believer. His songs are really good, that it would make person skip his food. Turns the listener in a good mood, Even for little red riding hood.
The life of all companies starts with an idea, much like planting a seed that begins the life of a single tree. The tree slowly develops and occasionally produces a leaf, while all alone primarily a leafless tree. The tree
For Kevin and Rocco When stress strikes at the strangest hour you wonder what befalls you as the trials and tribulations of daily survival test your patience and health. Palpitations ring in your chest, are a reminder of your fragility
Sunlight streaming through the window The curtains fluttering in gentle breeze Scented sheets scattered around the desk Me, seated with my feet aloft my chair Pen in mouth, mind lost in thought A faraway look in my eye. A letter
My wife worked at a hospital at night, and I did not want her to drive herself. Our youngest son had just gotten his driver’s license. So he was very excited about driving her to work. Invariably, after he dropped
Tears when in sorrow or Tears when in happiness are like flow of river When either in sorrow or in happiness tears refused to flow it is like storing river water across Dam After undergoing sorrow or enjoying happiness the
Those aerodynamic seconds when Tarzan catapults between climbers through wild greens A nose sprouted on my scalp steers my body into wheels of motion as the doormat whisked from under, flutters Into a maze of colour then of frolic and
You curled, cruised, kicked and got her crazy She enjoyed a cocktail of emotions and images all so fuzzy You slumbered after all wailing and weep She comforted you all night trading her sleep You talked miles and miles She
Someday she will come for me with eyes filled with colors of ocean and hair wet in rain… Her basket full of roses – their petals may fall by the evening but their beauty forever remain Someday she will come
Raising the hands and touching the stars, Breaking the chains and coming out from bars. Fighting within all skirmishes and wars, Self innocence fluctuating within all jars. To be alone and full with communions, Always asks and warrants reunions. All
I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh, shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning- something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon. Walls, raised by my
Surge in hidden chastity enters the torch but the enemy was within. Brown clouds over the black carbon, glaciers were melting; the assault rifle stands alone in snow. This was not ignorance, a purposeful denial of white truce in the
couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and
Family first, And old saying, As if from a western, Almost sounds rehearsed. Yet when I tip my cap, On this dusty afternoon, I appreciate the folks, Whom without life’s a lonely moon. When carrying across, Metaphorical plains, Dry and
By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the
Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.