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I went for a walk at Monson Village today. A place in the woods where people lived in the 1700’s. Rock foundations were all that was left in each spot. Small signs marked the holes in the ground and describes
Modernity aspires but is built on shaky ground. Our knowledge so finite, much built on superstition and ignorance. The infinite beyond ours to know. Slowly, so slowly our knowledge grows, building on itself expanding faster as time goes on. How
Modernity. Technology. Racing head long helter-skelter into the future. Like a runaway train speeding out of control. Historic societal norms breaking apart. What to think, what to believe losing resonance. Explosion of information barraging our senses. Overload. Current institutions clueless
The old tree grew in my grandfather’s compound It used to be beautiful and fruitful all around Birds always came down in swoops to surround Nobody knows the type of tree or fruit anymore It has no fruits anymore only the
1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young
The blue sky and azure ocean, Dawn changing the aura of morning sky, Incandescent yellow rays of sunlight, Magnificent clouds billowing, mesmerizing charisma of rainbow, Sunrise and Sunset a magnificent golden orange hue, Brightly colored birds, Peacock’s display of iridescent
Down through the millennia grand armies have marched across plains of destruction. Battle cries forever lost in the ether, spilt blood absorb and recycled. Names of the warriors forever lost, unknown to the future. Civilizations have come and gone some
In my imaginary country stoned port authorities deport individuals for bad taste: the absurdity of airbrushed garments or plaid and argyle… Semper fi legal leniency toward serial killers –such immense effort, the extreme exertions of the will that conceals so
I don’t know what to do sometimes, When you’re crying in my arms, All I know is my arm around you, Will protect you from your harms. Sitting there just sobbing, Shaking with your fears, Making a puddle on my
If time is gold, I rank among the rich, Much time I have, nobody bothers me, No school, no chores, all leisure without hitch, Untied with work, from obligations, free; Think you, that seems unwise, A life given to play;
Tight spaced enclosure Swelling of my own inner expense A feeling as if it is over it is over What else is there to give? Living as though incapuslated Fearful of the future for that has gone cold Never thought
we are the innocent we are the saved destined for greatness beyond the grave never seek self to please nor that in fantasy grasping for all honesty we fall short yet we press on through the rocky terrain of faith
I was standing by the beach, Staring at the ocean When I saw a small boat Which was trying hard to stay afloat. I started to notice it with attention My face expressed tension It was fluttering left and right
That roasting night when honeyed moon hung high weaving a humming sound I spoke to clouds. It happens every night, when smoke rises to discover the pain of a falling star. I start making a god from earth and water.
It’s a girl! The words which in an instant Rebirthed me, as a mother. The inexplicable feeling of joy That no words can describe, Which filled my being As I gazed into those Impossibly bright eyes of My daughter. The
He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.
Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel
I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your
All seems normal Perhaps it’s so too. Yet there is a missing sting Of a blank. Or is it a mirage? Hopes and wishes Converge in tandem A tinge of bliss breathes With no clear touch A drop of deprivation
My love, I always dream of your return, When bluish hues adorn the skies above, And kindled hearth, with glowing embers burn All through those blissful nights, so filled with love; Where countless blooms would scent the wafting breeze Across
Same rise, Regular routine Boring set, Ending with gym That’s what I imagined for today I never knew this typical day would turn a Lucky Tuesday! Still wondering why did you come up and said “Hi”? Just then you stole
Razor wire surrounds the prison, I say,’razor wire, why do you seem so cold and hard? Razor wire exclaims, i wasn’t the one who made me this way.” “why?’ i say, razor wire responds, ” Mortals like you turn beautiful
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,
Again I wake in this wretched place Where the devil glares with grimaced face Reading my heart, stripping it bare Savoring the scent of the secrets there I’m slipping and sliding, the ice too thin Carefully creeping, lest I fall
I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of
Gone are the days when faces were buried into books We are now phasing out the books for FaceBook Those were times when kids jumped, played hide-n-seek and bruised knees Now it’s all about swiping, wiping and fidgeting with keys…
He is still leaning, without arms, on legs doomed to be broken. His profession is lively death, solitude and cold. He remembers nothing from his far past, except for birds’ songs, the rustle of pale leaves, the bubble of a
AIDS-will you let me live? You will live, if you remain faithful to your spouse, you will live , if you avoid sexually depraved activities, you will live, if you leave morally permissive life, hedonist world, media, and society promote.
True love knows no pain…love Is a rare and precious thing and Has no chains…true love is the Dream of dreams and love to me Means never having to be lonely Doing whatever it takes to make That one special
A narrow path with cliffs on the sides, I am walking along it since a time — Unaccountable… the path veil’d by Mist ahead! I see no end, neither can I relive that time when I started… Dark cloaked strangers