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Today’s pandora box is possessed, spirits within are legion, living bogeys are numerous, ever so often drunk, every day pandora hypnotizes followers, 24/7 pandora mesmerizes- adherents- making billions addicted to vacuum tube. Ancient gods- mild or ferocious- pandora has rebranded,
Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
Cast your gaze upon this earth; The home of man, And a million others. The days are past, when we wallowed in dirt; Fragile and helpless, prey To nature’s hunters. Observe us now- We thrive in shallow ecstasy; Blissfully unaware
though moo cho yars older, i (bovine cuddly name = hay4four at aol dot com), could feign 2b a frat house bro by undergoing a facial augmentation – despite lacking dough unlike the multimillionaires here in lower merion, where a
Cold night, shimmery light, A white lie to the white knight, Broken heart waving good bye, Shadows in the blue moon night. Melancholy in the milieu, And heart beats are drums in the air. In the deep dark night with
Her touch has such softness I’m bound to miss, Light as a feather blown upon my face, To lay like lips with tenderest of kiss, That memory will always bear the trace; As stars of thousand longings are her eyes,
Coffee// By: Fareed Ghanem **** Here I am, just a handful of water taken from the last raining season. Since the last Bedouin had poured me into his pot, which had been dyed by sand and smoke, and laid over
Winter winter please go Need some warm sunshine Cold nose to cold feet.. A sneeze here a sneeze there God bless you they all would say Mufflers caps jackets will do the trick From the icy chilly winter prick.. My
It’s one of those mornings that welcomes whiskey and soda with open arms. The Sun and I, more or less, feel the same way about getting out and conquering the world. ‘Well, it’s not our turn today’, we tell ourselves.
Well and this Mountain that overlooks the Sea has always been my sanctuary…I love the bright lights of the harbor and the sounds of the waves at night makes me think now that we are many, many miles apart well
Desperation again, delusion revisited unreal reality, imagined homeland mythical fables, illusionary expectations we live in make believe world not a single shred of truth around each one of us running towards a distant horizon no sign of arriving, no sign
Burning bones blood settles upon the ashes Don’t you cry girl it’s life that passes Bullets shot in defense of masses One day child they’ll take their chances There’s a new voice that whispers power for fascists England is a
What can sound better than birds? Chirping on a bright sunny morning. And clouds dancing without a care, In the hazy sky above. What can look better than flowers? Blooming in all their glory and fragrance. And bees hovering above
Age is the only expand, Where joy-sorrow go hand in hand, Joy of moving towards the new, Sorrow of leaving behind a few Awakening of morbid senses, Those laze passive in tenses. Dying off of that innocence, That once is
I believe the ‘wee of a day’ Is the early morning when The babes are still sleeping The cocks have not yet crowed Hounds are just coming from the hunt Owls have not yet started dreaming. I believe the ‘wee
We make the rejected Love occupy our whole heart , while We ignore the true Love enacting from her heart We dream fantasy and console ourselves for the snubbed Love , while We shatter her dreams and show scant respect
Another year has past and gone, Tomorrow will bring a new year’s dawn, This year to come has so much potential, But you making the choice is totally essential. For without choice you will not do All of the things
Who are forgivers? Forgiveness belongs to those with a big heart, people of a strong heart, and powerful in mind; ambassador of peace and jocund, those with heart of kindness and people with milk of benediction. Can you forgive? Yes!
As I was reliving the past in stillness of the night, Broken vows and promises held my eyes tight. Of the familiar ones did I see, Some are lost in the flowing sea. Parted roads did we take, Lonely souls
BEGONE ERA Memories of Childhood are like a shining diamond in the chain of events Children of different era have different set of memories Tested and cherished children’s games of one particular era are sure to supercede games of the
It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog.
A bumblebee cheated on a tiny petal by sucking its sweet nectar Tiny petal felt hurt, and went into desperation One ominous morning tiny petal breathed its last, and journey ended Now deceptive bee could no more steal the honeydew
Under the whisper of lunar night, draws this captive heart to your light. Of you, one day to have and to hold, May my love be blessed, as bold As I walk amid meadows frosted glaze, grasses faint breath moistens
A colourful umbrella reminds you to tell her you’re leaving today on the train You can’t help the weather in puddles against leather as the rain flows quite gently along down the road to the drain I had sunshine so
Revulsion in mood of climate rosy winter is falling down crazy to expose its colors wearing a warm white gown winter arrives at all cost on head glazed silver crown every thing takes new twist valley dressed as an icy
As if words of love could stand alone, Give shelter and feed me. Days when I was hungry, he fed, Provided for another family, But wrote and boasted about me. Cold nights caused me to shiver. No furious fire could
I carry within me the warmth of the sun as the daylight fills my face with radiance. In the midst of it’s glaring beams I let my soul dwell in love and embrace peace. My feet, crafted with gracefulness sturdily
Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach
Today I’m doing a little writing, At times it’s quite frightening. The ink is black, the paper is moist, I like to scratch out words, that is my choice. A lot of thoughts gather round my head; I fail to
Icarus’ ashes Fight with the sun And only for a moment Magic ignites a frosty world Locked in time The first flake falls Caught in rays parting clouds The drying breath of the receding sun Held by frost By the