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revive thee the son of tome where casteth thee thy rays where goest thee and thy solid shadows this morning this early seteth thou sun or where is the mama’s only son that one strong once bold young man adored
Between the creeping sounds of creeks seeping into the sea from silent woods and the morning’s laconic cry; I look for you; I look for you under the warmth of the sunshine as it goes through me spreading vitality and
I make ready myself for an insult and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors on trees; someone inside the shrine was making
Oh what a pleasant day to behold: A glorious evening in December, a day we are sure to remember the nostalgic happy days of old. Oh what beautiful moments unfold: The gladdened carol voices raised, Santa’s delights, candle lights of
Let’s storm into love forever tonight, Hey! Beauty is beautiful for once. I can sense truth in your eyes this night, Poison tastes sweeter than honey since. It’s the final night together, baby! kiss this pain away forever. you are
Longing and wanting to be with the one you love while your heart breaks and shatters at the sight of his back gets further and further away days turn into weeks weeks turn into months and months into years so
I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots I
When I met you for the first time You gifted me..My Basket of Dreams Long But Forgotten, Lost But Found ! Full of Bliss ..Thy Basket of Dreams Its Woven with silk of your reflection Its coated in pink, your
Is it springtime brewing gentle raindrops or autumn bringing sea-salt aroma or snowy whispers from a wintry mountain peak reluctant to prophesy those true prophecies during the middle age of the night, as if they may over-heal and crack my
Waking up every morning, hoping for a better tomorrow Your heart is broken into trillion pieces Your soul is down in the dumps But remember there is a higher power One touch will change your faithful life His love is
Too much said, too much heard. Numbness remains, unperturbed. Freckles of past, growing on words Poems look like a discolored herd Stifling sunrises deep within Echoing thoughts under the skin I crave for myself, more each time Reciting a wordless,
A sea of faces filtering in like a wave of humans causing movement. Noisily chatting about life, with no sense or purpose. Having no insight to gain an education nor goals in life. Journey in this path turned completely unpredictable
Time sets upon the arcane taboos you wear the unknown fear like cowries around your neck, a bulletproof jacket did not work, the fish in the brain was the religion. Whom do you trust now in the caveful of seekers?
Those Soft tones trembling in dark, a feather soft bruise on my supple skin, your luscious lips searching salt amidst sweat, entangled in your arms: a calmer me, tamed lust, wet dreams, I yearn for your touch more and more,
There are indigenous children in every basket surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents have taken refuge from the pounding rain among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated blue-white light. They want to go home there’s not
It’s crazy how when we are young we have no care in the world. We live freely and just for today. We don’t think about tomorrow unless it’s a sleepover. friends party. concert. vacation, or school break. When we are
A sunny day on the river Ouse was chasing away the blues Sure, nothing to lose Divine muse Joy We really enjoyed our little cruise drinking coffee and some booze Sure, nothing to lose Divine muse Boy What a life!
Have you ever been on the brink of madness, one step away from losing your mind? Have you ever been so close to chaos, things that made sense got left behind? Don’t look up to him for answers. question the
I find a rainbow far away, when pain rains on me incessantly, realizing the value of life, finding joy in everything around me. Seize the day’s mirth never putting it off, knowing tomorrow is unsure, feeling unique in my way,
Discarded, on a heap of broken ceramics, a rotten tooth wants an award, for biting the snake. Who was pulling the strings? The temper of a black moon beguiles the sun. The green-pathway was hidden under the rock. Who was
There’s always something to say And we should come to GOD and pray, Whether we just cry, Or talk about hurting inside, We should always come to him and try. Just like the stars are perfectly placed Also is his
Well you haven’t given me much of a reason these past few seasons to put my whole heart into this so-called relationship…well I need to know if you still love me or not…I Need A Reason To Hang Around I
I started on a journey Irrespective of my fear I aimed for the pinnacle On my passion I would swear I refused to relent Thought my path was clear I was blissful, full of inspiration Ignorant in my approach Seemed
Life is like Deepavali crackers Some crack with thunder And some fizzle out committing blunder life is like a Flowing river Some keep going and reach the summit Like a perennial river reaching the Sea And some get stuck up
The wrenching and tugging in my chest The anger rips at my core Surrounded by annoyance and noise Agitation drips from every pore The slightest thing I bend I snap My demon side revealed As the anger courses through my
There is a word that is profound. It changes everything around. This word can shift your life dramatically, It can shape destiny and your identity. The word is CHOICE, as simple as it sounds However it has meaning that astounds.
Untie the knot, patriarch, the broken kiss was intimidating. The backhoe picks up the devil, it was within you when you were casting stone at the fear. The pagan was covered with leaves raw and pailful; belief in a thought
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
Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading
Fair Angels of Olympus, Muses Nine, That on its snowy summit gay recline, With other gods and haply the cynosure Of poets whom inspires your sacred ewer, O’erflowed with the ambrosial Hippocrene, The haunt of daughters of Mnemosyne. And Father