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Our innocent years and times gone by I remember too well when I was a child. Eating ice cream and playing hide and seek climbing trees and scuffed knees. Apple pie my gran would bake, Toffee apples and strawberry cake.
Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.
Drop by drop the water falls down, Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the ground cool and soft, And nourishes the life on earth, The patter and dripping sound of rain, Brought joy and pleasure in me.
The air whirled around in circles. Dried leaves whistled beneath my feet. Something was trying to delay me. Something strange was afoot. Rain started to drip, drip, drip. Then torrents down on my face. I was surely getting the message.
In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence,
I was watching a flight of swans in a neat row over the horizon. You were counting the pebbles on the beach. Sun will shortly crease the clouds, but first let us decide for our starving existence how far is
Still talking to a ghost in oblique manner about sexuality. A centuary plant has not bloomed; wants to die. The loincloth covers the ocean floor where it shipwrecked. A fake will do. God was on dialysis. Chemistry of kiss did
Brainy you are Brainless I am Happiness gifted to you Sadness purchased by me Tears of Joy flow from you Tears of sorrow flood from me You have reached the skies with resounding success I have bitten the dust with
People turn to perceive love as a fragrance, spreading from a new bud; Which blossoms and turns into beautiful flower in each passing day But the same bud coarsens and falls apart from the stem, No one realizes the phase
My garden cries for no reason. Kindness melts into rain of twisted petals. And that is it. Alone I whisper the translucent words, watching the death of dreams, living fossils. The sun bakes the seeds. The essence will not heal,
Before the spill there was soaring. And then anti-g. I readied myself for the ultimate fall. This was the poetry of submission sharing the pain of disillusionment. Who was pretending of liberation in a see-through heart? This was the time
There is magic in rice cereals. They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan, and soon become snowy cool Delphinium. Boiled grains easily vanish in the mouth, a mug-full keeps you cool in summer. Roasted rice is fluffy and light,
Dear son, with your world surrounded by arms and guns, There rests this plight, to see her son alive with her eyes, just once. Sacrificing for country is your job and your pride, My pride is you my son. Wherever
I had a very close friend that once disappeared She’d gone missing a long time, for many years Fled one night to another state far away And hid incognito somehow to stay She left suddenly with her tow-headed daughter and
Another year has past and gone, Tomorrow will bring a new year’s dawn, This year to come has so much potential, But you making the choice is totally essential. For without choice you will not do All of the things
Her Love for Africa! A sun rises in the morning because a new day has begun, And in that day much is expected to achieve. From every field worked on, a harvest is expected. Likewise for each day we live
Like an old wound healed crooked The weather changes in remindful aches With cold breezy chills over sunless hills People…(sigh) I sit Apparently comfortable Advising from somewhere outside of my in Hiding long cold unseen spaces Awakened again with reminders
A lonely piece of night on my palm Restlessness maturing to blissful calm Shapes of life moulding in me Fencing the fields of destiny Solitary thoughts rooted in self Refusing support, rejecting help Unwinding the core, reaching within To bones,
I still remember when we met first time on the beautiful sea-shore I was so fascinated by your sweet voice and cute gestures as if I had been devoured by your soul and suddenly I was drowning in a torrid
Conviction is an illusion to take your choice away Belief is the act of choice within the confines of an illusion In life there is also death to give balance to think you have a choice at all The choice
If I were to throw you into the deepest Parts of the sea, my lovely, You’d drown: Not because the water runs deep Or because the waves consume you; Not because you don’t know where the shore is or Because
I departed gently, like a soft breeze that enters a window and cools off a room with a very soft entry; I entered a path of ancient rough stone, all covered with bush and trees overgrown. My goal was to
A soon to be mother’s thoughts, when connecting to the baby in her womb… The bud that you are, soon to bloom, As you ramble cherub, all over my womb, Bouncing and punching without care, “Safe birth”, my heart pleads
It’s the basics man Blue car with a spider lawyer Lights on a swimming pool at night She speaks French when she cheats Green chiffon ghetto lit with blow Orange face on a palm tree Have you quit looking for