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Catching moon beams, walking on crystal air, gliding over the ocean, full of love,without a care. Sliding on a rainbow, jumping on to a star, fire racing across the water, as i drag moon beams on the way. Moon beams
A bowl of butter, dough, eggs and sugar come together, Mix till the consistency is right, you’ll figure. Next, molten chocolate you will take, Add to the bowl, not a drop you must forsake! The contents of the bowl you
I try to sleep; but still wonder, where this hole is, The roof seems okay; the moon rays can’t penetrate, Nevertheless, every dawn; my bed is wet, the floor dry, Have consulted the carpenter, Inquired from the engineer on any
Our childhood of yesteryear Fresh and innocent with no fear. We waited with bated breath To peek at our cake that arrived fresh. Our birthday cake, our birthday cake. Moist and warm, chocolate brown Cool and pink, strawberry jam winks
This life is not enough to understand a girl friend what a thing she is! No dictionary has enough words to say about a real girl friend whatever she is. Sometimes we think the girlfriend is just like the summer.
Life is a journey, Every second a challenge, Along many paths, Never at same crossroads. A moment’s significance, Tiny choices reverberate, Resonating ripple around, In its intensity. Some frozen moments, Hidden in the heart, Sink deep and fall into, The
How happy those, who free from care, Live life to the fullest, carpe diem Sucking the delight out of the air If only you could see them No worries, just forever contentment Simply living the simple life No anger, no
I guess it is never late to live where I am, For the past has left me grieving alone, Future is unforeseen showing fresh and green, For none of them appear here, where I am. Past memories linger grieving, Was
From a peg upon the wall, in this mysterious old bunk house, I am taken. Placed upon the balding head of a wise young cowboy. Making this jolly cowboy look bold. With an eagle’s tail feather inserted into the band
It is, what do you not say I read the dusk on your eyes. Unspoken words hammering! A timer, quartz clock, ball bearings, pellets croissant of terror. Suspicious of the lady riding on crest responsible, for the happenings. Fear, hair
We are in Hell. We make the best of it, but, make no mistake, we are all in hell. Trapped on an orb surround by endlessness. No hope of escape. Look around. Hate, violence, suffering, mayhem, destruction, cancer, disease, pain,
The pain in their eyes, still fresh, bleeding. I know their sleepless nights, trying to put together the missing pieces of this puzzle called life. A Poet who writes in the garden and then must write in the war, may
Love Rocks like wind across the sea Love Rocks like a rocket at top speed Love rocks Love Rocks like a storm to a willow tree Love Rocks like Times square on New Year’s Eve… It’s amazing; it’s dynamic and
Incredible moon tips the hallucinating tree. Lake propels the waves to limbs and strips to bank. I wear my lightning and enter into a process outside body. The night betrays and goes back to sun. There is a frame of
Trapped in a box of vicious cycle, paranoid by his inner guilt, the laughter of darkness is agonizing him. No longer he wants to be alive , fighting his never ending nightmare, he lost his sight of hope, fidgeting to
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,
Remember that fairy tale we read together? The prince and princess wearing crowns stellar studded with the rarest of gems! I got similar ones made by my jeweler. But he said he’d have to use artificial colored stones I Compromised!
I spent my soul on all the things That mattered to me the most, Like filling in the gaps between Shattered windshield of a moving car While letting my fingers bleed and hurt And pain soar from the inside, Dripping
flowers sighted jade my guided friend of age gone eludness pree of sallon confided mischief and the mire tango’d ego of the jauntily fallow with heaven’s burning ire into quoless epiphanic fire pluperfect in headdress gethered teak for mine twill heavenly
May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what
Oh and as I put on the WHITE LIGHT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT nothing can harm me Today…like a mirror all around me Negativity will see its own reflection And flee because negativity can’t stand Itself but if anything good
10 am Saturday His legs take turns, propelling him through clouded crystalline barriers, Inky black thoughts clasped in his left hand. The toasted man takes his place among the Meager masses on his chafing pleather throne 240 seconds, a cup
Her mirror lake outspread for miles Blue eye flowers still keep its smiles, Her lotus Lily petals open in full blossom In a sixth sense, she gathers them all By twilight, before the darkness Her boat returns without waiting moon’s
Have you tasted the silk in the pit of snakes? Exit was not in my fate. Winter was kissing my toes and spring was blooming down in my estranged poems. You don’t feel like to wake up for ingrained disbelief.