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Oh DON’T GO IN THE BASEMENT child, Don’t let them in; don’t let them get to you Keep all the doors that lead downstairs Double locked, I’m telling you this for your Own good child, do whatever you gotta do
There is a special island whose location will be hidden to those who don’t believe, and those who do not dream. Where all souls live in harmony and loving spirits abound. Her waters are like diamonds with pearls in there
It’s the basics man Blue car with a spider lawyer Lights on a swimming pool at night She speaks French when she cheats Green chiffon ghetto lit with blow Orange face on a palm tree Have you quit looking for
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
Well there are many, many portals and gateways from this world of the living to the WORLD UNSEEN where demons and ghosts walk among us not only in the night but in the daytime too… Could be they’ve attached themselves
In late Spring when heros scream A source of sophistication from faint misery Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside Woods in growing habitation & silence
Something to believe is miles away Searching for reason,one reason,desperately, to give up; Hope I can pretend I am dreaming Tough whirling pain inside, want it to die; Days turned out cloudy and foggy Not a moment to live in..
Down the lane there Lives a memory mine Of friends who cared Loved and bothered, Of a love so dear Whose loss I could not bear Of a granny who loved Taught and scolded Down these lanes live Memories and
Once again it’s that time of the year When heart saddens and fills with emotions Mind reminisces with thoughts of bygones This day, that year! This day, that year! Recalls that little voice from within This day, that year! This
The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her
Your smile is brighter than the summer sun Your face just stands out against everyone It’s the twinkle in your eyes that makes me wonder Will I get to have you in my happy ever after Oh dearest, I don’t
Past Called,A Familiar Hello, Memories that made everything Glow. Ceaseless talks, Persistent laughs, Discussing Highs and Lows On Life’s Graph. Nostalgia Hypnotizes Us, Rejoicing Life without a Fuss. Heart skips a beat, Sings A Song, Recalling times When we did
Years ago it was nice to see the flurry outside, We played there with gusto But now we have mauled nature, Because of our non-altruism attitude, We have grown natty in our culture, But we are ninny in our thoughts
A black hole detonates itself to stigmatize the substance. Now a silk road leads to sight and touch. A scarecrow starts screaming. Sky was falling on fire. The space becomes deviant. Chopped hands were drawing the tattoos of winged feet.
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
I am not here to trade anymore the cosmic runes and liquid dreams, as Universe stumbles into its own photons… I am here to renounce my own spectrum with all its refracted words, rhythms and sensationalized perfect imperfections… Yes!… I
Looking For My Beloved Down the narrow and winding road of life I went in search of my beloved My heart throbbing, my heart aching As the deer pants after the water brooks So my love for her increases with
Underground spillover of sickness and the stench of death… men, women and children confined and condemned, condemned to suffer even after the hour glass has ran out of time, there is an un-natural coldness down the long and winding dark
As I stood. I noticed I was on fire. Every inch of me consumed. Engulfed. Losing oxygen I gasped. Expanding with each sigh that escaped this happening. I stood helpless. Was there anything other that I could do. Watching the
Liars eyes, reptile conscience, Forked tongue whispers, secret heart. Your fire, echoes of broken promises, Far gone is all that which we are. Ice berg, the ruination, Your words all begin to disintegrate. My words are now a termination; No
She is the whole world to me She is middle aged, still looks young She possesses wrinkles, yet is the most beautiful She is the lady with courage and strength She strives for patience and perseverance She believes “Work is
She descends from en-suite and the balcony-shops, sways down the stairway, leather-mini concealing, sometimes revealing, lace stocking-tops; carries her bruises where nobody sees. In the hub of the foyer the faces are probing, sharp as the glare of the night-patrol’s
And when I tremble bare As your hands outline the chambers I’ve never found beauty in remember that first has many definitions and this was a first. Sunken in walls, barely holding form the air coats the parts of me