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Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once
In autumn water becomes fire created from the endless love of stars, and feelings fall like old leaves navigated by the nap of lake. When world gets drunk from every sunset… I know!You will come…where? I know!You will be everywhere!
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,
A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider
Southern skies kissed with blue sapphire the backdrop, framing the moment Golden sun the yellow diamond set in blue Gentle my friend, gently at peace upon the sand of white when the moment washes over the soul, slowly, gently Lapping
I have lost myself in some dark corner A corner with unknown path Buried in some sepulchre Such is the grief within The mind revolts to think The heart is numbed with anguish Pain is my best partner Such is
It was just a bullet A bullet which changed everything Which made the land wet Wet with tears Thousand , million tears Which immediately Scarred thousand hearts Filled them with tireless grieving , A deep scar, A haunting memory ,
Oooh oh and you could be the reason for this gleam here in my eyes for the last few season stardust hasn’t stopped raining down by the river side I stare through a cold and frosted window pane upstairs, looking
The curves of a dark alley hide the secret of long lost happiness. My mind meanders in the narrow paths and a gush of brackish water hits my face, chokes my thoughts. I hear the cries of memories drowned there
Winter has the taste of melancholy; my window puts on a cloak of glass, wraps its face with a shawl of lead and drops cold tears, each time universe shrinks. (2) Migrant birds have a travelling homeland in sky and
Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.
I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,
What is enduring love? Thought she And does it exist for such as me Is this the greatest GIFT to give That makes hearts sing and spirits lift Enduring love, survives all pain Thriving like a flower in summer’s rain
A complex ego: lips on a flame like Kama Sutra. Starless night to probe a moon going downhill. A needle in hay protects the wound of a kiss. Portrait was incomplete without pilot to fly a plane: ———————————————- A complex
Finding that green dot beside his name, The heart said”aah he is finally back again”! Shall I text ?or shall I wait? The dilemma continues till date. Best friends he said,once we were… Then why all of sudden it went
Champagne bubbles , Glasses tingles I hear cheers of joyful mingles, Toasting to they who lives for gingle . Dance with me under the moon light, Fall on my lips your crystal drizzles , molten in your arms as I’m
Taking me to OYSTERBAY, You entertain me every Saturday. There I saw the enchanting scenes, Grey sands with dying sunbeams. Tall poles of blue tube- lights, Beyond the vast ocean, Mirrors of water revealing their reflections. As if a glittering
Watching the descent without god in an intelligent design. Come have a look at our adversary. The template offers an open hand. The culture of hunger in this urbane obscenity sitting on the payment making a motif. The giant strode
The day will come, When there will be no more Racism. I hope this day comes soon, because I’m sick of being discriminated. It’s like because of my skin color I’m automatically hated. The color of my skin doesn’t
Memories of pine strewn air Of long ago On those cold early mornings Enrich the day with color Confiding in childhood once again Warms the heart in an insecure world Tethered by arms of history Entwined by a web of
Feeling wonderful, With all the things, Life has thrown my way… No more frowns, Faking all the smiles, Like those of a clown… Listening to the birds, As they sing their song, And fly far away… I’m living my life,
One vein in the temple swells and pulses in rhythm As thou know growing pain hurts more than normal pain Yearning for success,end seems so close though Iffy am I getting closer or getting far from now Waiting at the
Ignite the barren clay, I need some rare elements to tie a thread to the moon. Upstaging the sun. Not aspirational he was stripped to become radical like the dark blood of a white soul. Pentadactylous was losing the big
I stopped to gaze One mistake already made Moody wind, pale snowflakes Quite with mysteries Dark and Delphic secrets My legs froze, my body still The ropes of the mesmerizing beauty tangled me No struggle, no pain A moment of
I walk into my doctor’s office For my annual blood tests For my HIV. I suddenly feel the room closing in on me, The nurses began to stare and gather things, As I head for the front desk, the receptionist
A life, lives, many lives – millions struggle. Liars to the left and right of them, in front of them and in back of them, beneath and on top. Everyone dismayed; like those before them none can make a reply.