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They minded their conversation, The ants that came marching in. Extra sugar. A little less cream. The foam from their latte circled their mouths, Disfigured steam still rising from their small cups. A light comfort found after a hard day’s
What is music, one questions It’s something beyond the most vivid imagination Beyond the golden shine of the daffodil fields at sunset With their faint reflection in the crystal blue heavens above About the cherry rosettes delicately sewn on a
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
After seeding the clouds they were going to buy wet lips. Seven minutes to make a bomb: a micro-chip, ammonium nitrate and a circuit, one headless body squirts a long jet of blood. Run, run for the cover, with nuggets
Big red light won’t you turn green for me please? You burn high up, oh don’t you pity these knees? I have a girl waiting across your tall stance Just a little further beyond your angry glance. Dear old policeman,
Murmurs of laughs filling the gaps- of time and reality are his trademark. How can I not wonder about what’s next? Affability is something he easily conveys- but don’t let that let you get carried away! He can fence and
Imagine words that break the ground beneath your feet, And tear your core, And part the seas, And leave you breathless, Imagine living just one time, but knowing it is enough. You won’t. You’ll wait for nothing until you hold
These ear-rings, made up of different metals, shapes, and colors do adorn the ears, they think; our foolish girls, not knowing the troubles they create, on jumping, dancing and attracting the boys, equally wicked and foolish, imaging her beauty on
Much of withstanding endurance reflects strain Practically on outer edge for challenge to sustain Intricate arduous trudge sans time out for recess Blend though near perfect but outcome can’t assess Peaks few, abyss aplenty and many a shifty bend None
As the becoming abhorrence, Becomes, My shattered self emerges Antipathetic,so Averse and gripe. I find the resentment, Take control. My cosmos engulfed, By tides of detestation. My love, my life, I see turning to hate. Objections and repulsions, Are all
I miss you And I look for you among everyone I meet Someone’s smile reminds me of you Someone else’s laughter I hear your voice in someone I feel your scent elsewhere Everyone I meet reminds me of you And
Into the bowels of my being I go, searching for who I am. Far out into the Universe I search, as far as the eye can see. So many questions I have, but true answers a rare commodity. Frustrations mount,
Love brings a sparkle of lust Or a tenderness of pure heart Tones of affection leaving you breathless for more…. Its voice caressing your soul We long to be loved and equally reciprocate. How can love break your heart It’s
Sweltering insurgencies of electric power chords Tribal reverberations of skin-stretched drum boards Rolling and filling, syncopating the noise of the tinkle toys the gutless boys enraptured in the music the anthem Of invidious phantoms. My eyes hurt inside and I
Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…mountain highs-valley lows, bus routes to homes of the white affluent, scrubbing dirty mosaic tiles, shadowed by stale late night celebrations of new deals… our raw deal. Auburn love walked bowed legs XCII years…Daddy’s
Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at
I stand naked At the window A rough wind Disarranges my hair Harsh sun rays Beat my bosom Into a merciless submission And I cringe at the touch Of your manipulative fingers My conscience Is like bad breath Reeking of
One’s Life is a book with its pages bound in random Contents of it is like a potboil thriller packed with tears and fears, agony and ,Ecstasy disappointments and exuberance losing and winning hating and liking Life is a beauty
There was a man stepping off the curb forward progress drawing him into line the city bus intent on cheating the amber light I saw oblivion coming, certain then in the next moment revolved around a crash stop, no squeal
When lights go out within your life, and all your world grows dark; strike out with steel on solid rock until you see the sparks. Then burn the candles in your mind, and bring in fresh new light, while wiping
Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle
Velvet wilted rose petals Fallen rain pelts against a window pane Music soothes the soul I am whole Alone twice amongst a desolate world Cold starving hunger Lingering amidst a velvet heart Raisin wine symphony Fill my being Making love
Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.
It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.
I tried mending broken glass and then asked myself why me.. I tried making grass greener on my barren fence and then asked myself why me.. I tried sowing the same plant when it was already dead and then asked
It’s a strange relation that we share, Strangest of them, but we dare To look at each other in the eyes And tell our hearts all those lies. But we have no promises to keep, No selfish meanings to reap.
Isabella of Aragon sitting high up upon her jewel stoned throne. Patron monarch of saints, scholars and the arts. Noble woman of the heart. Isabella of Castile Spanish Queen quiet surreal. Well and he came to her with a bargain
An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion in northern England on 22nd May 2017 killing at least 22 people and injuring many there was a massive flash and then a bang and smoke all around hundreds of people
Sitting there observing me A shadow among the flock Breathing in the magic scene With a vision to unlock I waited for a dream to be Unforgotten and serene But the love and lust For what I must Tantalizes me
Long lazy day Cool summer nights Skipping along Flying emotional kites Eyes gaze your way Is it really you A fluttering hope Leaving me blue My heart skips a beat How do I compare Eyes down to feet A flower
Remember me, do you ? I was your shadow, a positive one Always by your side, concerned Giving energy to your soul while my soul was draining somewhere You told me you love me And I believed you blind I
In the eyes of a child, I saw that it was heartbreaking That adults can compete For simple assumptions While it is simple to tell Beautiful and funny nonsense. I saw that he dreamed of recklessness And that he was