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I know,I just know… ..If I abuse I will be gone gone gone gone. More than a junkie, you can’t see it. I crave worse than narcotics. (I would trade this for being an alcoholic) Tragic? yeah it is tragic.
They say poetry doesn’t pay , A hobby for slacker’s bay , Frost projected it as condition , Far from being called ‘ real profession’ . Advised to bring out the writer , Write pages, words , Ensure some monetary
in the dark of night you maybe looking for a fight the streets are uneasy one word to the wise one must never compromise to listen to twisted lies was a D.J. junkie from back in the day spinning records
Golden beams of sunlight streaming through a bank of thunder clouds. Reflected prisms of sunlight enhancing the cloud bank in various shades of pink, blended handsomely with vibrant hues of orange and yellow. A pack of timber wolves have made
Something went wrong Something changed Where’s the sweet song? I’ve become a monster of pain. I can’t even see myself I’m that affected My mind’s now as small as an elf’s My heart…ejected. You won’t understand what I went through
Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,
Hospitals are Bombed mass graves With cold bunkers And shattered artillery. Red army fights the white army Blue army fights the yellow army Drones land on the cranium Submarines torpedo through the aorta. Death is a wheelbarrow You hitch a
It has been raining I stood on the window Looking at the rain drops Silently tip toeing at moments Restless pouring at times I looked at the clouds As if walking hand in hand Like lovers lost, like friends found
Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a
You thought, I came back As I didn’t have other doors open for me You must have been day dreaming I came back to see if my absence Made you poised or spoiled! Looking back where we left things incomplete
Energy is power, power is energy, But passion can be exhausting. Everytime I lie, I’m telling the truth. It is not a mountain that lies before me but a range How can God be forgiving if ‘e doesn’t judge? ‘e
The dew, now a honey gold, slipped between the blades of lush, The cleansing dawn, The morning hush, The clearing of sky, The fleeting rush. With a twinkle in my eye, And dreams unborn, I rose to the awakening, Of
She worked hard, He worked harder, They both tried, To keep it together… But it was beyond, Their reach, They could not hold on, Forever…! They fought all night long, She ripped all of his letters, He burnt all her
A river flows through many people’s places and around dangerous spaces A yellow corn field and an amazing pink windmill as a summer embraces A black crow on a wooden fence and a dusty road as a fire in the
The storm has come. Look there! It’s on the prowl. It will try to waste me; Transferring me from one place to another; Terminating all thoughts of hope, in my soul. The wrinkles, on my face, did smother. People tread
Sore with discontent, Oblivion beckons, Fade out or live long- Perhaps not an option. Choices are illusions, Life a big lie, Return to innocence- Most desired. Loath and anguish, No logic to talk about, Haze of negativity- Call it depression.
Annie Dickson was a ham But Annie had a stutter Carefully she chose her words Determined not to flutter Every day seemed quite the chore Frustration just to talk Girls and boys would roll their eyes Heck, some would turn
Mom. You always care for me so much with warmth of your love you are so caring Mom, you always live in my heartbeats with lights of spiritualism you are so glaring Mom, knowledge of humanity and wisdom I learn
At a liquid time flowing between two visions, Before we imprisoned our breaths inside cages of a calendar, Before bird feathers fell down into inkwells, Before we covered our dead with an elegy and a confusion written on papyrus leaves
How it is that – at shrine while saying prayers sex was on your mind? You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life. but still tuned to sweet indulgence. And then a sudden flash back slaps in your face, and
Brush strokes like living sun Windows as high as creation Gray blue walls reflect the light Cafes of art on the Riviera St Tropez, Nice, Monaco Renoir moves to South of France Chagall sees flower angels Rainbow Mediterranean Sea Rouen
On the transient cage-like throne Amidst columns of arms and might, The regalia holds the unwieldy sceptre….. Lust and lavishness drag him to loot Fiefdoms torn and patched; Fear drives him to frighten others The ‘should be patriarchal arms’ Instead
She shakes it, spreading the exuberance, gushing out of its folds ’n Crevices of long-ago, like a perennial stream of jubilant euphoria- Converting matter into emotions, from the tangible to the intangible, Embodying an idyllic confluence around, fervently fluttering to
Night enters into the drift. I get through a fossil, quite beyond the light, a search begins for a tortured being in some ideal’s mire. The battle begins, of fears and doubts and upon the trampled sun-blind truths of past
The chord struck again Without any desire, the tears did rain. Unable to find why, The angels did solace. But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, “Oh! what did you gain?”. If empathy is what you want , It is lame!
I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading
Well And Everybody longs for someone to love The unconditionally well I think I’ve Finally met my match written in the stars Of destiny and so I Vow here and Now to love you more today than yesterday more tomorrow
Our race against extinction. We all come from the same cradle. Though we think ourselves mature. Our childish and petty ways are truly obscene. We are products of our environment, fine tuned to fit the scene. Some are black with
No more pain No more tears That’s in heaven There is total peace… Love and joy Total freedom My only hope To be with Jesus… Maybe today Maybe tomorrow My Savior will come And save me from sorrows… My trust