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it bleeds in thin sunset strands filters through within sunlight congealing in layers every day a fat ripeness that makes old folks sob for the urges their bodies no longer answer the pig died like prejudice you can learn about
Unhappy man I am! I can’t tell Why I dread the gods of heaven, The purgatorial demons of hell, The truths I need but haven’t; Happy pig in a philosopher wig! Apprentice me earnest and true – Which to embrace,
Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice
Words I write, sentiments in print. Statements of my heart, daydreams on a sheet! The world outside is an impersonal act, The abode I built on a magic carpet takes me to heights, Of soaring kites, to gaze at star
Charges, a poignant word brimmed with an electric power. that possesses a bitter venom with a dual quality that makes one pessimistic and the other optimistic who deems charges as challenges towards an indelible fame. Yes, the same charges in
Lilac in the morning sun while the feelings were Still there lingering questions through my Cranium yet it fills a mental stadium full of Bad brain cells of bad memories and bad Frequencies, That means that everything that I went
She sits alone within the hall Close to the fire keeping her warm Silken dress worn threadbare Watching fire sprites dance and flare. Dreaming of someone in her heart Lonlieness pierces like a dart Within candle light glow Her tears
The hospital walls already knew my name, Although they hadn’t seen me for a while, They were still here, everything the same, It’s me who has walked on another mile. Where once I found comfort I now felt fear, The
Why am I like this? Why am I like that? Why am I…me…? Or possibly, My alienated mind; Exceptionally perceives, Sees the same World, Like you but; From a different eye. My being feels so outcast, Like the most complex
From behind the dark blue hills The Sun like a king in golden armour Appears in the morning sky Radiating light and life Down to the farthest corner . The dazzling rays descend Gracefully on the flowery carpet cautious enough
My Guitar Weeps My tired Fingers Strum The strings…. Crazy twangs Wild jingle… A sad song My guitar weeps The heaviness Of my lonely Heart…. The heart is wounded It bleeds The blood clots Into touching Words… A song is
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
My body has shredded all skin, no more wild blood shooting in. Running out of its fuel, I feel. There are only bones everywhere I touch & nothing, nothing else left. It is a demeanor, I never chose to be
With the essence of elegance, And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance, My mind knows there’s not a word in existence, That could ever explain or express, What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a
Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at
Celestial love, to shine the light from above and Rise against the odds. Excellence of character, not to be ranked along… But yes along the great. Loyal alliance to her majesty, family & friends. Exceptional personalized understanding of all things.
Words go unspoken, more often than they should My love for you is real, but it is often misunderstood Sometimes I feel lost, like a ship that sails off course The stars have closed their eyes; I have lost my
One will not Get it again ; that wonderful childhood those romantic teenage Days as a prospective Bride Groom Dating with yet to be Bride days spent on those fairy Honeymoon Keeping the toddler on lap and enjoying every moment
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands
E.R. where lives are lost and saved Where emotions run from panic to grief And one needs to be brave Life can be tragically brief Blood and antiseptic Doctors and nurses in hurried haste Nothing can be more hectic Than
When you stretch your body with wind those moments I feel thrilling and zestful a serene and tranquil heaven for me and for your thirsty lovers it is restful Sharing your smile with galaxy of stars you are so delectable
How can a lie make the whole world cry, yet they claim there is nothing to see, where nefarious knaves and the covetous crave beneath covers so stealthily, free? No thought for the plebs as they weave dangerous webs in
The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty
Amongst these thriving shadows, Those shades cimmerian, My aspirations turn to ashes. Multitudes of darkness, Ascend. My hope dying in it’s wake, This darkness assumes itself. In this perpetual mourning, This anguish, This butcher of souls, Slays. Unassailable ordeals, Absolve.
For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain
Some always want everything to go their way like the biggest protagonist And spend sleepless nights in search of a way to be the biggest antagonist Expecting to maintain their luxurious and privileged life styles like a true monarchist Yet
Save Us!!! What Immortal hand or eye, Could have created the wonder oh my!! Amidst the dark and dingy sly, Killed, bruised and left to die! it hurts to see when the numbers dwindle, our hearts wither in pain and
Sailing through the river, A long line of boats I passed, With gloomy sulky faces aboard; None to give a smile. Fishes jumped up in their faces, No one bothers; Birds flew in numbers, No one looks up. Where they