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As fast as the night approaches, Some strings within me, Are cruelly stretched.. Making it difficult for me, To survive the night.. Like the night is drowning me, And I’m suffocating.. In this, Muddy, dirty, stinky water, In air.. Absurd,
The pages of life have been filled To the brim Only few breaths are left Clinging to those few with hope yet alive Only memories of those moments Which have passed are left Why there is a feeling of suffocation
I lift my pen today To write something Something about which Many a thousand lines Written by many a great people Yet I cannot for sure Define what we call it ‘love’. Love is not jealous, they say Love is
Well I love Tennessee, the mountains, the rivers and the valleys. Knoxville, Chattanooga and Nashville. But Memphis is a disaster Waiting to happen again like it did in the late 19th century when the New Madrid first made its presence
All that I have nothing is for sale. I am not a tree, not the Earth, not a thing that understands itself. Every day – a miracle beginning and ending in darkness dependent on sub- miracle biomechanical eyelids. and eyes
Why utter words, Not meant in reality, But to show out, A mask of fallacy. Reflection of actions, Speak the truth, Showing the pretense, Making me a fool. In a sea of words, Inconsistency of actions, I make a puddle,
Loneliness. A word meant to hurt. Something hard to handle. Alone, all alone. Loneliness. We all have faced this. Something, we can not change, even if we try our best. Loneliness. This is a part in everyone’s life. Old or
A stunning hurl of androids on command, pulled by empty space when a talking primate decides the course of universe. A non-existent living from moment to moment prepares a moon man to jump into religion for salvation. The wedding of
I am lost in the fruitless existence of my soul, sleep, eat, pray, cry and repeat. Longing for the one to break me free from the chains of social acceptance and the prison blessed man has created for himself. Man
Multiverse. Music of infinity. Resonates, each resonates its own music, sound. Each verse vibrates its own unique tone, music. Music that wells up from within. Each vibrates uniqueness. Uniqueness due to all thats occurred within. Everything leaves a resonance in
The crunching of gravel beneath my feet A sound I associate with a country retreat Manicured gardens tended with care The scent of rose blossoms filling the air A quiet calm away from the throng The silence disturbed with birds
Time: eternal mystery is wrapped around our souls; it steals the bloom from rose-bud cheeks, matures the lambs and foals. It ages wine and feels sublime parcelled in anticipation, it emancipates, illuminates, frees some shackled nations. Time is kind and
When the street was becoming alive man had become a charged bull, goring the god to death. My father wept, took the corpse home, that was his child. In the wild fire, a tall eucalyptus had burned, turned black. What
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.
With you a kiss is a way of veneration- for timeless togetherness in a religion! Sworn to live and die in devotion- So to hell with rebellion! A touch from you is a culmination- Of all that needs no second
Rhymes another part lies in your heart, Before seeing its noble birth. Strains beset like cascading blacken hairs long, Too soft and sense touching strong. Never let it assume slumberous maidenhood And fly fast to some distant wood. Stories, handful
Physically abused, Mentally accused, Emotionally scared For the ones she held dear. Her burning flesh And the positive tests Her leaking face Would always make my heart race The looks of disgrace would show on their face Without a clue,
Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the
It sneaks up from behind, Distance closes in, Like an unseeing hand I know where I have been Tangled hair and ash Salty sweet night and day Dusty journeys and wind I know where I lay This misty space fills
“Her eyes, they said, sparkled like the stars, Her merry laughter, they said, could be heard from afar. Her hair, they said, fell in dark brown curls, She was the prettiest amongst even the prettiest of girls. Her smile, they
If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget
High in the Cascade Mountain Range in a pristine alpine sanctuary; Early in the morning in wilderness tranquility,from the northern shoreline of a placid pond. Serene echoes of a loon’s lonesome yodel eloquently float out over the alpine flora and
All you heartless bastards, what have you done? housing estates spat out for wasted generations; a life sentence of grey brick cells festering in long cemetery grass endless dead end roads lined by garbage dump back yards, playgrounds for fat
There were tears when you came, There were tears when you left, When you were born they gave you a name. That after you went, but few would recollect. They pulled you down like a tower, They hunted you out
Polliver Plum picked up bubble gum And with it he wove a spell Creating a dome each child could call home Inside where the world was well He travelled the land with singers and band Attracting both girls and boys
Spooked by a two headed snake, a double of a living person squirms. A moral crisis comes out of a cage. The private space is violated and bloodbath of robins start- to understand the unrest. Antimatter will keep the mystery
Inside the freshly renovated library they’re cataloging blood bags: those Rh-negative are honored on the upper shelves where nobody can reach them, those from universal donors are less valued, but they are very much needed in the emergency hospital for
All over the world, today Hearts are opening, filling the air with love As couples everywhere remind themselves Of the unbreakable bonds that tie them together. That’s one way of looking at it. But what about those who have nobody?
To live in the moment, And not to worry about what comes after. To live in the present, And enjoy our time as youths, before it’s over. To not worry about the future, And everything that comes along with it.
In this maddening town, I start my day, Early morning, with rough, uneven ride, The place where blindfolded people play, I try to play it right; however I fail each time, I think to myself Oh! You worthless being, You
Love, I ache to hear your voice, sit spell bound in your presence. Be cradled by your embrace, comforted by your arms, Treasured, I await your coming. Will not turn you away, let you down. From that moment on, our
Particles that predict sufficiently compose respectively where fraction is reduced to identify and multiply division in a difference of separation. Maya my beautiful I reflect your effect and in direct your direction. I offer myself your protection. Translate my translucent