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Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is Unforgiving as the Titans came to Recognize, all because of their jealousy Over her lineage and limitless
Knock! Knock, Are you there ?. Tell me! Tell me !, Are you even breathing?. Suffering horror!, Are you afraid of the torture?. Tension! Tension!, Don’t you even mention. Panic! Panic!, All over prevailing. Killing ! Killing!, Your lust is
A speck of blue in the limitless black. The infinite of existence. All we know so finite. Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding. The fish
She smiled like the sun, warm and bright- Ushering her brightness all around her; like the winter sun-light… Many would give their hearts for her, for she was beautiful, But she pretty, too pretty in fact to fall for them-
People use your business as a weapon, that’s why I’m a private person. I keep my thoughts in my head, so nobody can’t say that I said. I keep people at a distance, because too many people is an audience.
The promised apple I did not eat. The red skin started bleeding in my palm. Butterfly flesh was unable to glide. Two round, intense eyes were chasing me. A namesake volcano bursts open in my chest, then I notice the
Her mirror lake outspread for miles Blue eye flowers still keep its smiles, Her lotus Lily petals open in full blossom In a sixth sense, she gathers them all By twilight, before the darkness Her boat returns without waiting moon’s
Last of the sunlight filtered in In through the window Lying lazy on my couch I saw Particles Particles dancing in the rays In the rays of the fading light Suspended thus Hanging thus What might they be thinking? Prancing,bobbing
Lost under the spell you cast on me, Torment me with what was never meant to be, Don’t you see what I see It’s just that you love me. You’re beautiful,you’re mind is pure To a disease named love you’re
Yeah! Love can happen twice Have that faith in god ‘coz he is the one, rolling the dice Testing your patience through some sugar and spice It’s true, you had a mysterious affinity with her where you were precise Your
Something lies dead here. Something, that until yesterday Was the source of all Beauty, Whose warmth dimmed Every shadow of loss And sedated pain. What it was, I cannot say- Perhaps it was love, Or an idea or a belief
Look how the sun rises and sets, Earth becomes heaven where man lives; It is man who gets and forgets; Only Allah gives and forgives. Roses bloom and nightingales sing, Rivers run, their waves fall and rise; Allah gets pleasure
My wife gasps in pain there’s a dog running toward us down the highway median traffic is lurching the sun sits a dog’s head above the southern horizon Thanksgiving is tomorrow we have to turn time into distance the car
Everyday I stand Bold on my Roots Giving you all the reasons to Live Feeding your Wards with all of my Fruits Even after all the Tortures you Give You need me today to build your Nest Everyday it’s not
Amidst of delusional notions for the inexplicable to reveal Beginning to be rummaged for the very cause of ordeal Dilemmas often encrypted with multitude of resolves Ones where you’re nucleus around which it all revolves Blinded by agitated tenacity improbable
I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation Flow so sick you gotta give it medication Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation But let’s stick
A masterful bull elk in prime condition the massive monster’s high spirited bugle reverberating out across a vast valley high in the Cascade Mountain Range. Wapiti’s harem meandering about on a pristine alpine meadow with the grand master on full
In the land of dull knives I was a sharpened spoon master of grapefruit lake bright at midnight dark at nine weather swirled pin wheel frigate birds drove themselves into the teeth of a hailstorm feathers dancing on the agate
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
The heart of a male romantic expresses his feelings born from his own pen rather then purchased in a card He is moved to comfort the one who holds his adoring gaze He will make her feet float softly on
Arms stretched high Voice pitched high Let me sing Song of freedom Tender shall be the song As the petal of fresh rose Fresh as the droplet of summer rain Sharper it shall be As the rains of winter sun
Here to perform for their living arrive, ‘more talents’ In their mind on world stage, reality chasing pavements The likes of these acts been here many times before “Please stop, look, listen! Never know what’s in store?” Lots of people
This came to me while sitting in my room reading poems of doom and gloom. Other poems of despair and dread, even poems were people wished they were dead. What, did you miss taking our meds? ‘Cause you can’t do
Between want and desire few crumbs of words will not satisfy. Facts and perception build a latticed smile between tears. Discreetly life catches a miasm, a fault to commit suicide. When will the exile end, of hope, a holy womb?
In a dream that is not mine Muse of Poesy, upon your cue, I follow after a gossamer line Till I versify as one with you! In your Mobius-looped universe Space regresses as time in reverse; We versify lost dreams
Standing by my window, I subconsciously watch the sky, for hours. Thinking about you, I fantasize more and more, with no cowers. I recollect, almost all the talks shared, till now. Your smiling face, your sweet voice always in my
Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, drinking the blood of yours, rupturing your children forever. Hiroshima forgive us, for what the world has done to you, for pushing you into a black hole to never
will you look at what I made soft wood and sharp blade without plan or hint of a plan except those impermanent currents and etchings in my mind a fragrant wood and beautiful grain oil and even the noise the
Carlton the caterpillar loved to explore the branches of the trees, way up high, his days full of joy but like many a boy he dreamed of the clouds in the sky. But unlike his friends, his dreams knew no
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