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Epochs// (1) Sometimes, time does interchange. But my grandma, who’d moved from her poor house to live inside my skull, is still throwing seven stones at the cellular phone, wakes me up each time a light emerges from the end
Measure life with eyes all subtleties And find to what length world has changed Since our early childhood; our celestial bonhomie. Happy days dwelt with us in continuity We raced to all pleasure field under careful watch of parents And
Why do we perceive life the way we do? As if a journey loaded with obstacles, As if a mystery impossible to construe, As if souls stranded with brutal girdles! Failing to realize it’s not as complex as it seems,
They call it On to the quest of mysterious life; I have unlocked many treasures. Each one has its own story, Each one has its own say. Some gave me pleasures immense; Others chased the journey of woods intense. They
You can excuse a poisonous snake when it bites because it is afraid you might strike first You can excuse a thief if he has no other means to earn You can excuse a woman driven to prostitution because of
She lives in her own world, world that is beautiful still there are fairies in that world witches, goblins and godmothers too such is her world all around and she is the princess of all she is to be cherished
When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.
I thought I knew what was best. I walked away as Jesus was calling instead of granting his request. I closed my eyes and ears to what was taking place. I felt there was no reason for running this race.
Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia? Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors. The digital death comes
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Starting is the process which energies you, you are all excited, so many ideas, the whole dream is seen through the thoughts, action starts, you come to realize that its more than you thought, its tough, you take the first
Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
The idiosyncrasies of life, Are not difficult to survive. It does seem entangled like a cobweb But to a spider, cobwebs are their shed. Life sometimes has a bovine enthusiasm, Sometimes its fast pace gives me spasms. The idiosyncrasies of
Moonlights without love, just a waste of moons, Loose, empty hugs, apt tunnels for the wind, Sand castles built upon the shifting dunes, Such sorry wastes, I’m hapless to rescind; A showy dress of living contents, nil, A lovely face,
Waiting for a prickly path at crossroads, where desolation sits in between words and flesh. Hanging shells on windows where light immigrated to prophecies of Buddha.The violence will never end. Can you find some space between the bullets? Between the
Thoughts amplify intense feelings deep within the soul They twist your stomach into knots, leaves you whining to delights of devilish delusions. An unaltered disposition supremely preposterous based upon familial suppositions induced from repetition. Lingering beyond temptations within confines ludicrously
Everyday my past comes back to haunt me Making me relive what I couldn’t give up, an unpayable fee Friends, family Love, but not me So quick to steal their breath And fill my world with death With no chance
In my mind’s eye, I see the humiliation of you. How you endured all that hatred of the world. As we sinned in glorious splender, with much to do You silently suffered and hurled Us towards salvation, as each hammer
The wind is rising! We must try to live. I know them now, In fragments that disavow. The clouds that move As strands of massive deception. Ships without destination! The lantern still shines! Light before darkness. And to me it
Breath on my window silently screaming out for a certain Scorpio but it’s like you’ve just disappeared, like a ghost in the blinding snow, the fire here inside is warm but I feel a chill craving your hot, hot lovin’,
A love story left untold, it was our story like any other story, you were the prince and I was your crown, waiting to bestowed upon you one day, a crown you admired, wished for, dreamt of, your love was
In succeeding years our wisdom is seen for what it is invention and tender folly as we go forward imagining mountains rising ever higher to see what we thought we knew on the trails below illuminated simplified and disproved sweet
When things go wrong as they sometimes will, when road you are troughing seems all uphill, feeling all alone, the destined is also far seeming, then O my friend, find a companion in your own inner being. Waiting for love
I will sit or lay. Not in sadness or tears, you don’t understand. I’m in-between everything. That time I starred at that horse. I wanted to be it so much. Its pensive eyes knew I was not worth a glance.
Right in the lap of dark blue hills With backdrop of snow capped peaks Blooms this fascinating garden Reflecting vibrance of Nature The mystique of flowery abundance Wraps the landscape in a charm With colors alluring and bright And sweet
The twilight hues of the evening sky, Take away the blues of the soul, A palette of serene colors spread, Like love intoxicating the senses. The ethereal twilight hour, With remnants of a glowing ember, Intense violet hues wrap me,
I want the wall of divide to fall apart and Forget we’re born of different parents We are the children God made for love Now the parents of children teaching only love above all. Let’s once again remember our childhood
Lately we’ve done some growing up. Without you I feel little different now. The insect that whispered in my ear is no more. No more going through turmoil now. Loving hurt each and every time. It’s the only thing I
With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms
A chaotic moments we did face, Filled with tension and bubbling of heads; Here the shouting came, There the things flew. Any day was emergency, Any day was important. Lamps did burn all night through, No food we did touch.
Old wretched feeling stares in face again A stab with intensity of same chronic pain Attempt to disregard hopelessly turns vain Enduring is only salve for alleviating strain Since none to relate to acceptance must learn Agony stays constant deep