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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 hands of time tick slowly by as dawn breaks in a new day. A nightmare reality of the receding night lies marked, like so many fading stars, in the shattered glass on the floor. Silken shards of sorry souls,
The day seemed to start in an old fashioned way With arguments, laughter and children at play, The only thing different and wholly unplanned Was the man on the beach who drew dreams in the sand, He looked different some
To gaze at the gleam in your deep loving eyes, across the heavens I’d soar, to find the brightest burning star to warm the sweet face I adore. To you, I would give the universe, entire, just to see the
Evanescent be the vision I see, ephemeral be that which I seek.. But I search for I ought, for without it, I am but nought. Not for an answering soul, but for the manifestation of that which I conceive; a
I move mechanically on concrete roads Puzzled surrounding, locked in codes Straight faces, scanning smoke Lifeless existence, a solemn joke. Just then something knocks my brain A figure holding umbrella, when there’s no rain Peace struck shape, no layers of
Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.
You’re like the sun, splashing vividness towards the sky Nonetheless it’s just way too far, way too high Saddened that even imagination can’t bond And yet not even in my dreams thy cannot grasp your hand And I’m right here
I wish I was, A part of your lie… I wish we were, Together tonight…. In your ignorance, To somewhere you fly… Never changing, Always ready for fight… Loneliness engulfed me here, Though you kept in touch.. Hope awaits but
Tumbling over One after another The waves crash left and right Crossing each other Coming together, cancelling out Rippling white ridges of white violent foam And yet This is not where the real power lies The outward grey-green breakers fall
Here are stoves uttering trilling cries of joy, their tongues orange, their clothes henna. Here are chumps hissing، lulling, bowing and crying with hot tears; We’ve got a newborn, his hair made of winds and tempests, his hat a cloud,
Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a
From the Rose: Blooming in a bed of thorns Rich colors imbued with jazz Heady fragrance in a sinful dance Riots of confusion crowding the senses Alluring, tempting, trapping… Final swirls into a web of guilty fragrance Can only see
Carry on oh hopeless mortal try to live with hope of love connive yourself into belief collude yourself into yielding trust me not, your old ally trust the venomous heart you have fall flat on your face get up and
we never played hide and seek rarely worked a puzzle: she asked for the truth about Santa Claus after she knew the truth looking for an exemption from mundanity. despite his creepy magic and omniscience she decided he would be
In a nearby flat a radio whispers, Birdsong begins its chatter in the bushes And giggling lovers tickle the dawn; Rain beats its gentle rhythms on the window, Occasional cars issue hushed rumble escapes And those still awake Wonder about
Ghosts dance dark in hallowed places, see them wear familiar faces? With their art my calmness chases and I can quit them not at all. Whirling to some music haunted, dancing while my mind is taunted I bolster but they
Sitting on the heap of mortals, an angel failed. The world was not going to change. The kill had inspired only a naked aggression. Not blindfolded he took the bullet in heart to become a holy martyr. The pretention caused
If someone is having bad time Then surely good time arrives That time you’ll feel very lucky When everything is going fine But what one should do When life is becoming a dirty game When fate is not with you
Though almost our eleventh hour, Though its our darkest hour, Before the sun shines, There must be darkness Before we hear the chirping birds Or the see the beauty dawn, Its after coldest hour That we may see the light
What rules the lives of men: beggars and kings, And those between, that unseats or installs, That crowns, exiles, or that sweetens or stings, While Fate has claimed the risings and the falls? Had all outcomes been rigged for loves
That was the first beautiful rain in my life. I saw her in the drizzling rain. My heart pounded within my wet clothes. She never came again; Except the rain that comes regularly. That was the last beautiful rain in
He had pulled in many springs but failed to find a heaven. Asked not to look away. In absences he tried to enter the wounds again. An aboriginal pain flies over my shoulder. A spiritual failure of mankind? Counting unctuously
So you play the Friend Card, Holder accepts no responsibility, So do you feel better? Do you feel friend-worthy? Treating me as an option, Does it stoke your ego, honey? Keeping me in your back pocket, For when the day
Your absence greets me every morning. In the beginning, so noisy, even wild, Thrusting its claws into my plexus, Leaving deep furrows oozing your memory, Bleeding questions and perplexities- Oh, how I hated that spectrum Which darkened my glaring world!
Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes
You make such lame excuses because you want what amuses hanging out with friends praising on what they find you promise to start life from a new page but like seasons it changes promises from your mouth continuously flow but
(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar
Mosquito jazz! Begun, it has. Would you pass on please, the frightening disease. Apologies given as favors. Edible insects in delicious flavors. Counting sheep, they are black as coal. Counting crows, they are white as snow. Let’s make a fortune;
From birth to death I am on alter Everything is destined then how can I falter Without no fault I am defaulter Only good faith can be exalter The creation has to follow path of creator Between good and bad
Broken Man When you’re down and out Ain’t no friends about Pissed off you could almost shout But no one here to hear No one comes near Loneliness may be contagious You can pick up ‘loser’ if you don’t wash
The spill of sheen after deep throat explosion. Not as special as the day appeared. Afraid of complete annihilation? Was it possible? Untenable? Living in a cavern full of bats? A key slept in a lock unmoving the golden doors.