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…So. I said: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible being real, it is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player, it is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist, it
You are everywhere In the speckled dust Entangled with the subtle smell Of the river fish Silvery, fragile. I want to kiss you In all the dark places. Haunted by the impossibility of a dream. Singularities, Shadows. Open the door
When life hits, it doesn’t pull its punches; It hits harder than you would think but is not as bad as you would perceive. When you are withdrawn from its reach it will eventually catch up, and like an angry
From the ages past, the Swamp in the Niger Delta was inhabited by people who live on the proceed from the murky Swamp Then in a stroke of Nature’s benevolence, the murky Swamp started oozing out the wealth and riches
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
When Dr. King said, \”I have a dream that one day our children would be judged by the content of their character not the color of their skin.\” Was the \”our\” he referred to African Americans or all people? If
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
As nights grow long a faint chill creeps in. Autumn royalty ascends like whispered wishes on the wind. Floating free on velvet wings in shades of black and tangerine, this regal host, a true wonder to behold. Ruling mild October
The Fermi Paradox: Where is everyone? The Universe is nearly 14 billion years old say those in the know. Enough time to populate our galaxy they say! But is this really so? The elements in our bodies were created in
I, with my simeon mind, find myself doubting all that you are with your body wrapped in humble rags, bound by mortal ties while upon the cross you rise above me in fearful symmetry Your truth, your love, your faith
I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old
Walking along this isolated path again, Treading heavily on those pavements once more; The Eternal Stream has had it slain. The rocks and pebbles have withered away along this shore. In ruins,are those hamlets far away. Desolated are those fields
It has been many long years Since you’ve been gone, And I’ve cried painful tears Before every break of dawn. I’ve lost all my cheers And gained only fears. From this feeling arrears. I walked alongside pioneers; Drowned my sorrow
Monitoring for movement, scanning expectantly for signs. Electric eyes, barely blinking. Knowing the prey and her hiding places. Prowling the night, thoughts blacker than the surrounding darkness. Staccato stalking, sleek and streamlined, she smells the air. Nervous nose, almost aquiver.
Memory socks all tangled in a mental laundromat Just another peasant playing the aristocrat Treading water with dinosaurs, pajamas dragging me down Dodging rubber bricks, thrown by a circus clown X-ray vision in a room full of bones Mass hypnosis
When you were learning how to kill, somebody was beheading my faith. There was lint in my eyes and the lathyrism of numbers. In raw emotions you took away everything from me I was left with an entire whole. Still
Sometimes I feel really rotten Like someone’s dumped me in a moat And all the world’s against me I cut and bruise and they gloat When I climb out of that well of hell The viscous brown liquid drips along
Feel like breaking free from all Good and bad that I recall Free from the shackles of loving souls And from the shackles of fear and doubt Wonder if all feel this way To experience hews on life’s highway. Monsoons
The world hates you You’re caught in a scrape Everything is untrue You can’t escape You’re caught in a cage Brought down to your knees You’re not a mage In pity, you say please Stop your mind Take a chance
Once it touches it savors, A specialty or a perfect taste, A succulent prep it favors, Abhors that morsel gone waste. Inferno, when spruced with spice Addictive, when trickled sweet, Arctic, when met with ice, Articulate, when prudent and upbeat!
In good old days I built adobe houses for each memory but then came flooding, freezing and again flooding even the scarecrow’s shirt discolored in our orchard with red apples However you still ask me what happened, how do I
What was left in our hands after risk and awards were given to seekers? Sign of grace at hairpin bends was absent.Nobody was speaking. A moratorium was announced. Somebody will have a glimpse of the moon through the interstices of
You don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you back in time, connected more than any rhyme, you don’t need a time machine, only your memories, they can take you any where, into hope or in
It was not a demigod, elephantiasis of a beast, snakes sitting on head. A catastrophic tree view.I was proud of being alive during carpet-bombing. A catnip was needed to clear the vision. The town was moving out shedding its landmarks.
The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so
(Mirror) Dear one why do you come for my help Even when you stand so tall (Person) Mirror mirror on the wall My boldness is a haux See what’s beneath Tears splashed on my soul (Mirror) If thou art strong
I wish I could escape to that promised land Far away from this moribund moonscape & this callous concert grand. Where life is sweet like cherry wine & rivers wash away all the grime Where green meadows sway & swing
The day is white bright winter sunshine coats on, scarves many coloured, the zenith is the warmest The night is black dark moonless cloud duvet tight, pillows many and soft, the nadir is the coldest Between the lark and the
It’s chilly and cold but Elaine I know You drizzle in the rain but never show Shrouds a tear shed by the raindrops Which fall from the cloud crying loud Howls the wind but Elaine I know Roars your heart
you’re glad you don’t remember that house in the country with dust falling from the ceiling the bare floorboards a soft-shoe stage a crime scene crossed by dozens of suspects naked and afraid where you’d once been warm now stripped
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
As much try shaking off odd feeling can’t avoid On face seems normalcy deep within I’m paranoid All evident brave fronts and donned blasé guise Reflect chinks in armor of societal compromise Frayed old compulsions often daunt and afflict Daubed