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The fanatics are but a handful Let them not hold myriads in a fistful Let them not desecrate our realms Let not their tentacles crush us The fanatics are but a handful Let us defeat them in their demented schemes
Modern calculations Life complications Are not real Illusions, no facts There is no deal Nature wisely reacts. Created equal Within a cycle Inferior, no one is Superiority is a fake mental buzz Sharing, freedom and respect Of individuality is my
Something is just not right, When I roam these places.. Only thing that’s in my sight; The same weary faces…. Indifference to what’s going on, Every where the same problem.. What we had it’s gone, And not even a trace
The red, orange, yellow and gold Flamboyant falling leaves Stirs the autumn in my heart Compelling me to believe To love life’s every color with same vigor Why winter seems so long Fall so short Couldn’t it be longer My
Open the door and usher in some light watch the dismal darkness fade away. Question your sorrow, your beliefs, ponder what was good, forget the bad. Bury the visions that haunt you, they are but ghosts of time gone by.
Bloodshed, bloodshed everywhere Mere violence in the air Clouds of obscurity strewn about The sky of fateful memories. A terrible terror crammed In the inner core of the heart There’s no room for mercy now Retort hatred with hatred And
a moonache levitates on blue lake you shot me at close range predictable encounter the whole truth had plunged between two eyes self flagellation of the waves on beach i was walking on marigolds your body becomes a flute when
When the moon burst again into its grey white light the bird from that little tree escaped. Its wings flew into the arms of another. The other, like a large broad arm with its green expanse waited for that bird
Tiny droplets from the tap; perfect timing of the sap. Trees’ free gifts of God’s great bounty; wooden buckets in every county. Then to kitchen and to table, a syrup known for years, since cradle. And golden color everywhere, lights
In a manic trance May seem insane at first glance But in truth I broke the bonds I am no longer society’s pawn My purpose here is clear Emancipation from the fear Sever these shackles that bind The ones transgression
We certainly want to expose The Best side of ourselves To the public To our families and friends To our spouses. We certainly don’t want To let the dark thoughts and Dark desires see The Light of Day. We suppress
Quiet stillness Like the whole world is waiting for something Holding its breath in anticipation As the sun breaks through The once sleepy sky The day waits to begin Until just the right moment When the universe is ready To
Trust the person who calls spade a spade Trust not the person who praises without base Rudeness may be bitter to swallow but frankness is the stepping stone to swallow success sweet talks though pleasant need not be true Truth
Ocean waves drift Walking through the sand Image of the lighthouse gazed upon my eyes I finally understand A mysterious beauty rising in the far distance I slowly approach the rusted, creeping entrance My hair waving with breeze, vacant and
A preacher was shedding dirty tears for burning hills. Pinned up on tongue was a slogan. Death for all sunflowers. Draped in blood who was trespassing the sickle moon? I cannot raise the mist where you stand naked in sunlight.
To put words down on paper, That can give a memory life. To recreate a moment passed, Long buried deep inside. To compose a verse so eloquent, It can cause a heart to break. And lead the reader to feel
Used stamp collecting of childhood days didn’t cost much. The knowledge revealed lasted for the lifetime. What happened to the electric car? Its picture was on a stamp postmarked 1917. Pictures on stamps reveal what and where. Much geography is
first I woke the birds clumsy steps on crumbling asphalt it was the antidepressants an undiagnosed chemical stroke my mood uplifted my right foot dragging on occasion tripping over carpet or in this case turd-black pebbles clattering waking hidden birds
Looking up, looking down. I can feel my heart beat fast. I can sense the betrayal by my conscious, my feelings surrendering to him. there is no escape point here, but only the extraction point. I tried to hide behind
That darkness in your eyes mirrors mine and that crowd in your head multiplying like quicksilver dropped and stomped gleaming like judgment I’ve seen it too It’s hard to exorcise things that are real and unreal their weight measured in
Sometimes, I look for a door in the floor of my bedroom— even though there’s no such door—just because it’ll be such an awesome thing to have. Wouldn’t you want one? I’ll become the envy of all my (imaginary) friends.
Have you felt nauseous that you want to vomit out yourself? So tense that your muscles find it difficult staying in one piece? So worthless that you wanted to die? Well, I have and I can tell you that it
A sparkling path was chosen by one, providing mature wines for the cultured, elegant polished restaurants, operas of critical acclaim, endless parties for the ordained elite, cars which navigated and spoke, manicured sprawling homes, and… Shoes… closets and closets of
Let’s be swans in another life, Stand in peace side by side. Touch one another with eyes, Look chaste and princely white. Purity we will symbolize, When we spread up to rise, Become envoys from the skies And sing together
Tomorrow is a better day Tomorrow is a greater day, Tomorrow never dies It lives back with smiles!!! As I unfathom into the misery of others, misery of the world As I unransom with truth the silence of the broken,
Oh Zephyr As a merciful favour To an awaiting soul Drift this luscious savour To half of my whole Sundered by distance Yet blended through hearts Longing this fragrance He is, on other end of world Together, we rooted These
I saw him rummaging in the bin. He looked so dirty and awfully thin. Half clothed for this foul weather. Holes in his shoes made of leather. I walked on by trying not to stare. Was it hunger that brought