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A 21st century apostle strove to ease our appalling quandary ameliorating the sensation sans being caught between the devil and the dark blue sea, This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling doth strive toward savoir-faire re: As the fickle finger
He was very thin, half naked, one arm broken, glasses cracked. Early morning an owlet will land over its head And give a long hoot. The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly on browsing goats at its feet. I will
Explosions rocked Manchester Arena after finale of Ariana Grande concert where just moment before avid fans of this idol did cavort and flirt shattering poignant moments, when one than another attendant did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt now treasured
Keep the paper blank, do not write anything new. Words were abducted earlier also Let the truth speak from the folds of dying clocks. Fauns were searching the human abodes for fake currency of truth. There was no method in
To go beyond global suffering, find death in blue glacier of frozen physical. Greed of elements, and attached commentary on the burning, anonymously, when you were in dock. The unfolding of the negation starts softly down the blissful oblivion. False
No snow falling tonight all is dark wet and dreich, Stars cant be seen all hidden by low lying cloud, Shepherds struggle market price for sheep is too low, children born in squalor no stables left, now turned to houses
And that did it. Many voices in a mayhem lost the face of lightening. The starlight woke in rain untainted by dust of beds encased in wilful folds. The tremors will not stop the knocking of speech, after an intimate
lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons gastrointestinal tract vis a vis flatulence croons in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion eliminates fecal waste witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe (against time) and jet propulsion of sphincter muscles’ spasmodic desperately raced unpleasant symptom
only the half-truths engage the nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed stool I become you sit on eat your dinner
“To change and let change” is the only color of life. Everything seems so strange except the impeccable truth in strife. Who needs and what is needed to change”? To gear yourself up in a climate, utterly out of range.
This must be for real? gasped the yellow budded calyx That must be true. Answered the wasp. Time for me to lapse into another – those petals. But which of you is for real? Questioned the bud again. Said the
Why is it so difficult to convince The Heart, That feelings nowadays are sold at The Mart. Ventured into The Mart, in hand The Heart, And In tow, a shopping cart. Trust was on sale in a neat pack, Came
Spring has come to embrace your cheeks Lovely breeze caresses your peaks Love itself comes and seeks Through out the days through out the weeks Permission to touch, submission to take The fragrance of your body to a lake For
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.
There is a small town in Texas state where time ambles by at a slower kind of pace. Known as the hill country by all who reside and bounded by a river, through Hays County side. Wimberley village is of
Hello there! I see you’re sad, What?! Why are you making a big deal out of irrelevancy?! Yeah, You been called ugly, so what?! I’ve lost count the number of times I have been called ugly. Don’t let it getting
He was still paying the price for ultimate unbending. Before the black icon locked the waves to start tremors for an apolitical murder. He took the call and stood straight, stopped the melodrama of drinking the venom and became larger
at first glance it appears harmless to look upon so you take your first sip a numbing sensation comes from within then gradually you build up the tolerance then the second one comes & the third next you know your
Together we can make a difference Together we can bring in a little sympathy a little empathy A little compassion a little consideration Why do we need then such belligerence? Each revolution each change is always Weighed and tested on
This world, isn’t what we thought, But we’ve gone on to see, and fought…! Everything, that came to us, We embraced with love, and made a part of us…!! But, times change, And things don’t go as planned…! All that
(1) Quote Look into my eyes and see nothing Look into my heart and experience the world Look into love and see GOD! —————————————————————————————————————– (2) SIGHT What is sight? If not to see. The blind sees beauty For they do
‘Don’t create fog’, covering truth, people say, afraid of fog, For me, the invisible beauty, nothing to cover, but be here, With me, at least in the morning and evening, as my love, To cover ourselves, as we walk, embracing
A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and
I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching
You and I in a wondrous place, We’ll hide and love in this romantic place. We hear silence in a fairylike lawn, Our noisy steps are trembling in a grassy mud zone. We promise eternity in a secret garden. You
The Laidly Wyrm came to Brighton Wood To celebrate her hatchling day Eleven centuries old she was On this the twelfth of may She’d left her lofty mountain home Forsook her prodigious hoard Unfurled her colossal beating wings As into
It is quiet now Only sounds of startled breath The glass lies quiety, soundlessly now, shattered upon the stairs Shining in the moonlight An impression of diamonds from rain It is dark You are unable to see the tears, the
Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent
NEGATIVE STREAKS Self glorification is trying to impress one self Putting down others is to cover ones short comings praising an incompetent is to seek favour Covering up ones own mistake is the step in wrong direction Over looking the
While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.