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Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt
Face to face, I was bewildered. What was happening to the garden? My body left in absent seizure; words had destroyed a beautiful poem. I was listening without blinking like a blue moon or the serene lake. The interlocking in
You went blank on the line between sand and water, between seizure and assault. The tribes have unwrapped their torches, they are coming in numbers. Who was going on trial? Fierce fidelity is demanding vendetta. The drummer announces the fight.
The wheels find, the track on my body, why do I shiver & tremble? The night gives me the depth, a grim reminder of realism. The consortium of thorns, the splinters float in my eyes. The dignified seizure, takes hold
The seizure, volatile it was, the way to tell, for the things he did not want to say. You suffer silently. Coming to boiling point, for the starkness of the torture. The abridged wholeness was empty. Only howling remained. Can
There’s a big room in the house- It has many doors. Colourful lights reach my eyes, From underneath those doors: Red, then green, …blah blah blah. An old snap on the southern wall- It doesn’t pull me anymore. There’s a
I hear everyday a 10 bits song, every morning, I wake up with the musical alarm of clock- it sounds as “Ding Dong Dong.” “Tweet”, “Tweet”- birds come out from nest with early dawn’s knock! With clucking and crowing of
I dream to kiss your smile and hold your sight, Neglect the night in favor of your touch, Forsake the world, to make this feeling right, And wonder between sighs why love is such; Like one held in cocoon of
What would you name a relationship- Sans lust Sans sensuousness Yet so cherished that it leads to a big smile. What would you name a relationship- Illogical Unacceptable Still so desiring that it ignites the soul. What would you name
Its not new to the world, Its rather the most cold, Rage, urge and need, With all insane greed. She was there tired and weak, Too tired to speak. She didn’t know wat just happened, Now the known voices is
And there was history to map the terror. A neoplasm was arising suddenly in the aching skull. Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go. Clouds of dense smoke were mindless. All the centuries were smouldering in the hearts of
The little songbird sits silent, Lost in the thoughts of sweet spring. The last dregs of his warmth are spent, As the final birds take wing. The old gnarled tree cried to the bird “Fly away dear feathered friend, The
“Oh lord my eyes dried by warmth of regret “ “Pouring rain angainst by seeing ground and pebbles strain effect “ “I got aspirations too high “ “Torture ache is sharp as dagger mordant in nerves feel die” “Feelings cannot
Perplexed sagacity asked The desirous heads Why foreheads seek to bow before what and created places to do so concept tired to form any image As it cannot Boundless can never be confined to boundaries Limited resources of mind are
This is a delicate porcelain, but, she was broken… Love Crime— The Humanity Prejudice（Encounter In Masquerade） Split emotion, rupture thoughts, Tragic is melted in prejudice, Disguisers of Beast in human form, as cruel as ice, Mercy is tearing, mask is
It’s time to grow like wild grass With no spot of terrain parched. Time to unlearn the old bigotry. Time to let love burst outwards Through the fissures in the wall Permeating its hues into all lives. Time to shed
“Am I Beautiful?” Queried a beautiful maiden! “Yes, indeed,” Replied her lover! “Is there no flaw in me?” She asked. “Not, one!” Assured her lover! “Not even one?” She asked again for reassurance. “No.” Repeated her lover! “Are you sure?”
Shame took over. The eyes caved in. Rolled inside the skull. Tears dropped making a pool, an ocean. Anger took over. The eyes bare a stare. You won’t be able to bear. They will pierce through you. Don’t look here.
We will all live to a ripe old age. If not here, then probably over there… If not over there, then defiantly someplace else…. The mind is everywhere at once…. Experiences vary…. When I die in one place the others
the devil is a trickster can’t find him in Twisted Sister sorry that I missed her aim to fame was through the flames eating Cheetos got your juice frozen got thoughts of the ocean sifting through the latest trends some
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
Black hole in my china cup, You swirl round in vortices; Rising, falling, twirling up, You mind me no notices! In your twirling eye, black As pitch, I see me in a café; Sitting up and sitting back, Stirring black-hole
Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time,
(1) What echo says in his revert? It says, I have no dwelling; not at furrowed paths or nooks or crooks, not at mountain peaks or in shadow vales, not at bottoms of pets, not in mouse-holes, or in cloaks
Beyond Death we cannot think Under the Bridge we go blind Not thinking I reach out my hand Until His hand takes mine. I’ll go through Life hopeful Thoughtless of things I will say Little known places, people, ideas Shaken
Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at
She’s loved by many but walks alone. It’s not because she has no one to comfort her, or that she isolates herself from those surrounding her, but it’s because she’s all the strength and comfort she needs. While others find
“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines
Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone. We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before. Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same
Atlantis reborn we are the ancient ones who have returned Generation X timeline 69 to 79 and we will raise our young To be genius of mind and care for the baby boomers until Their spirits are rapture on down
An Aesop’s Fable A humming bird sweet-toned and silvery In a cage, trapped, sang a somber song In the ebony-dark, dismal night… Sang she ne’er in hours of daylight A bat as dusky as a blackbird’s wing Was enchant’d by