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You have given up Laid down your arms Whilst thinking that you are Still fighting, still going strong You have been blinded By the antithesis of love So much so that now you don’t even know Your ass from your
I shall like to live my life as a Promethean poem And steal to earth God’s most sacred fire from heaven! Which prosody, a psalm of echoes in efflorescence; Which beauty, its raison d’être, the extant of essence; Which truth,
You catch what was convenient for age of denial. The exit. Not being for nothing, a better half of a belief. Dependence was increasing on wounds inflicted on others. I stop at the mid of road to turn or not
The blazing sun it scorches the dry golden sand. Up above a Red Tailed Hawk screeches it echo’s for miles yet not another sound.. The intense heat waves add to the stillness giving it a more desolate eerie and lonely
I woke up clutching the dreams in deluge of tears. Night had a brackish taste, the other side of moon was dark. One by one the stars were dying ideas were no longer candles in gale. The final thought of
I did not want anything from The Almighty Sacrificed untouchable realization Which is symbol of myself And dedicated emotions, silence. I did not demand anything from the woman Allowed her into the corner of my mind Which is the center
Walking in the forest looking at all the greens In my mind’s eye something now that simply gleans All the colours have light upon Some are shadows some are sun filled and brightly shone I see why they change so
I’ m kohl dark, darker than darkness, my skin, coarse and dirty, disturbs you. but you say dark is beautiful! you are “correct”! although I smile, it’s painful. And you get up and go the moment I sit next to
The sea claims, here you are at my door. Leave behind the bustling streets. Walk up to me, pardon my storminess. Bury your feet in my sand and close your eyes. I shall salve you of endless perplexity and unrest.
Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!
What are we doing? Where are we going from here? What are we? My stormy weathered friend I hear you scream. I see your dreams untold. I love you. My stormy weather friend. When you’re wounded who will heal you?
They live in plain sight but hidden from view Attached to each person like a permanent tattoo They stretch before you in the morning and shrink at midday Its already to late when you realize you’re prey Waiting in silence
In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances
Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up
Did not make anything out of himself. He was afraid from depth to depth. Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. Shadow of door loomed large on silence, now touching nothingness. Lips move without sound. Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided,
This is the tale that seldom gets told But remains as a legend to us all getting old. Its subject is rooted in seedy old bars And con-men who waved from their ill-gotten cars. So many people, their age-range diverse,
Sea sand wind and rain all will be gurgling in pain whence it has arisen in noises surfing waves alighting high and low above the ravines careless and moody lushing and slushing movements of waves for only surfing Pale is
To drill a hope in the drowned soul was very difficult, winds had blown away the talisman. Stress was palpable, you could tear the weather with empty hands. Mists had walked into the houses to pick up the burning cheeks.
He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became
Truth is I’m just another woman forced to face The crime of a close friend Truth is where I come from everything is allowed except peace From hookers and hoes to junkies and crack babies From victims turned murderers To
I pressed PLAY and my life began to start, The moments in my life had begun, Each minute passed by, each beat of my heart, A smile to give everyone. I pressed FAST FORWARD so desperate to see, Exactly what
Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went
Feeling the warmness of love, Tight and meaningful like a sweet coo from a dove. Family genres bring us to have a life to live, Daily going by, letting it pass like a giant dive. It doesn’t hurt to learn
1 When I was a little boy I watched a balloon wiggle itself free and spiral upwards towards where I thought might be Heaven. I don’t recall the circumstance— whether it was a birthday party or the circus, or the
When all the darkened drapes of night were drawn, And mirth has left the room, now cast in gloom, Except there played a glint, to stay till dawn, On feline eyes, that spell a rodent’s doom; But oh, how lovely
A bell rope secreted within you not some feeble metaphysics and not hemp or modern plastic more something like an umbilical pink-gray and kinked you feel it run through your parts aching in your Achilles like a misplaced wad of
I have known you because of Time, and you leave me because of Time. Time wants me to forget you, but Time says ‘No’ because I do love you. Time gives me strength to endure the pain, and Time encourages
Splendor of the moon, Rising from the horizon, Makes me surrender, To its magnificence. The enchanted moonbeams, Entice the waves, Kissing the seashore, Form ripples in water. Tides of love swell the waves, The moonlight spreading across, Illusions of a
Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder