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Sinners hurt. While moonlight cracks open like a walnut, spreads soft light across open sky, they dart to alleyways, bury themselves behind their own trails shaking fists at the sky; hiding their nasty nonsense in shame, city buildings rattle their
There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby
In my mind’s eye, I see the humiliation of you. How you endured all that hatred of the world. As we sinned in glorious splender, with much to do You silently suffered and hurled Us towards salvation, as each hammer
The sweetest song has yet to be sung The best sermon has not been preached The greatest speech has not been spoken The loudest noise has not been heard The highest praise has not been raised The prettiest sights have
You sweet little fairy, Why are you so angry? Why don’t you speak? Why is your rage on the peak? Why don’t you smile? You want my mobile! You flying butterfly, Why do you cry? Don’t waste these pearls, Like
The Beloved is simply vivacious now discarded shyness And I find difficult to deal with her acts with no guess I fear then when congenial is our love relation Idea occurs which perturbs me and that is one With music
You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?
Just when I had lost all hopes, I saw a shining light, My empty life was bright, And I held the heavenly ropes. The darkness turned to bright blue skies, The numbness was cracked, My life was filled with butterflies,
The call came into my blood through a darkening on a hot morning rumble of traffic cleared like a party when everyone stops talking that first deep cough came a long way that glint could have been sun on chrome
Poised to do impossible at this worlds highest battlefield, We never fear, as we are men with nerves of steel. The land is barren, the passes are so gigantic, Temperatures vacillate faster, making us erratic. With white out at every
The wasp makes its inscrutable plans multitasking cleaning its wings with its hind feet what must it think of the dirt stains ghosts of rainwater covering the outer window like hammer marks all its parts, segmented, moving independent while the
Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York – The port of lore, the door to more, Abounding, of course, in scores of stores And words and Fords and public transport. Adored by humans of every sort, Inviting all to come
Ahead of time, the hammer sounds for you; The shattered realm around our hearts comes into view. We are broken in two by the lies you told; The reaper has come to collect your soul. You’re feeling shattered, your body
Sometimes I crack and the hammer of a thousand lifetimes descending on this pregnant point pauses in mid air and the hole I’m driven into instead becomes a tunnel. Sometimes I crack and binding bonds- familiar, social, covalent, ionic- dissolve
A family gathering, a party so bright with revelers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see his
The new lousy neighbours, Their irritating chitter and glittery wear , Feel like knocking their heads off I swear , With those smirks and constant glares , Its 3 am , I hear hammer thrashing sounds , My sleep is
I set out on a voyage, to unfold, unearth the myriad layers of the secrets that creation hides behind each speck, each face. My heart went into raptures at the prodigious loveliness of what I saw! Pretty, smiling faces, eyes
May Time and Love as One Wait upon You! Hoard neither love nor time! Stashed away, A year of love, night or day, Ain’t worth a dime! Nor fritter either as ceremonies But as memories Lived of former moons and
Wasteful truths about life unfold; to float in dreams of what to undo. Like a candle waiting to be put out- They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo. Playing laments meant to scaffold- kindred spirits; caught up in a rue!
He resumed walking with the sun propelled in river of fire of blunt red and striking yellow to resonate with the pain of her, who sleeps on the thighs of a temple tree. The vibrations still follow the echo of
The wind swept trees stand tall like Hercules with all his strength, for here in this place lies the dead and dying of mankind. Here in this turmoil we also see God. Within the desert the winds are stirring again
Colors of the Earth so beautiful and serene Reds, blues, browns and greens Oceans so blue and places so clear Standing and enjoying things from the peer Mountain ranges that reach the sky some higher than helicopters fly All types
She ran out to the woods Chased adventure all the way down to the lake Black like tar and anger and emotion and hatred She jumped in trepidation and cold and fire and that sound of stone cracking against stone
Today I am so small I ride the corner of your hip, clinging on (with both my tiny hands) to the edge of your pocket. Your denim thighs crest the alternate air like the humping backs of sister whales side
TTTD my split personality The voice that speaks through me My co-pilot of philosophy My creative side kick That knocks the worldliness Right out of me The expression of thoughts Deep down inside of me The motivation that sets my
I know I bring you satisfaction. Mad but you’re masking. Packed? I’m unpacking. You want to leave. Best believe it won’t happen. Hold on Ma. Let’s breathe and work backwards. What is the battle worth? Your tears coming after words.
Living on fringe he was stealing genes. Fear of rebirth started a dialogue with death! Ignited by an asexual urge the belly went into flames. The super star dived in sea dragging down his old father. The sleek content of