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I can feel it rain in my mind watering my thoughts with wisdom Freedom is what we desire I hate dreaming I rather drown in my thoughts Swimming pool full of thoughtless souls Food for sinful souls Riding horse backs Get
When in fragments I view myself My judgement based on a trifling Or not so trifling that has roused A tremor of mistrust and misgiving Momentarily rubbing my claim to A greater understanding of life situation Enough to cause a
She is a renegade, it’s written in her DNA Rebellion sparkles within her lime green eyes Her blood pulsates with the urge to adventure Beyond the bland, homogenous modern culture At teenage, all girls would enjoy a little mirror-time With
What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel
Women can hold up half the sky Thousand dreams rests in her eye Her heart is a fabric of emotions Where each thread is made up of love,joy and pure determination. Confidence and courage run through her veins, She is
Strangers on the street stare at you in awe thinking to themselves that girl’s got everything; even the people closest to you are blind, blind to the storm brewing in your mind. Your best friend says your pretty without makeup.
I now see sadness on the pristine sand, In faded footprints, you have failed to make, More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, Before their fate, that only sands could take: To be the dunes, where dwell
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!
Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only
Raising the hands and touching the stars, Breaking the chains and coming out from bars. Fighting within all skirmishes and wars, Self innocence fluctuating within all jars. To be alone and full with communions, Always asks and warrants reunions. All
Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches
Spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence Neptune in the 9th hour invokes lucid dreams and third eye visions of intuitiveness oh Lapis Lazuli in the shadow of a frosted moon I become omniscient like the great horned owl to Samhains’ coming
To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals
The evening twilight covers us, The scent of Lilacs wisp the air. A sensuous musky aroma Draws me to a beautiful woman. Her taut golden body calls, Flowing silken hair, like sun rays. I can not disturb her As I
A rain drenched evening, Slowly fading twilight, Holding the hem, Round and round she goes, With peacocks on their toes, At the courtyard enfolded with rows of rose. Hopscotch she plays, At times kicking into the puddles, Spreading her arms
Am a swallow who’s fled from this world; to reside in a personal inferno! I fell into the hands of a virtual nomad; who got lost between what was unsaid & untrue. Like a greenhorn I followed him & ventured;
The moments seem endless, Entwined in the seamless mind, Days go by in seconds, Hapless and breathless. The beats of the heart, Not the ticking of the clock, Wait endlessly, For a hello or goodbye. Lost in the sands of
Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,
You spoil the air by burning fossil fuel By absorbing odors, trees help to level You inhale fresh air To this, trees provide a lions’ share You exhale exhaust of the body Which the trees take into custody Trees inhale
( Dolly was a Lhasa Apso who lived amongst us for close to 15 years. She passed away in 2002) Here lies Dolly. Alias Dollykins, alias Rani, alias Master Yoda, Alias Shaithan, alias Devil dog, alias Gremlin dog A unique
Chains remain chains till the time they are token Of all love and affection by staying knitted well But when hatred overtakes they stand broken Then love no more aspires to dwell in hell In the darkness of quagmire of
Who am I? Sometimes I wonder… I am a disciple…stumbling along an old, rocky path An angel? No…just a woman… Straining just to touch the hem of His garment Longing to be closer, ever closer to Him I am a
The two clouds, that love and have been loved hugged, embraced, and kissed with their lips, tightly closed one another; melting and boiling in their emotional heat, not to talk their feelings and to keep the flow of feel, unsurpassed.
Moments of blur, moments of clarity, Moments of us, moments of rarity… It’s the illusion of reality we call life, when it really is just a metaphorical rife… I see us together, yet far apart. Maybe it’s the agony of
Nobody ever saw her break She carried around an awful ache A smile that could warm your heart Slowly frowned at she fell apart Nobody knew of her silent struggles Not one person knew of her troubles Her inner demons
Siblings will take care of the morgue. I am going to hang my god today. Howling winds are crashing into my breath. In the sea of flags, the white death walks on naked bodies of faith. Innocence will take a