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He lay asleep, a contemplative air, On the window ledge, in the warm morning sun. Seeming so beyond the reach of a care, And I believed all his worldly duties done. The world courtesies as it passes him by, As
I sat at the table with rotted drawers scribbling the April green drawing spirals with a French curve when sunshine was there drawing straight angles with the set square because clouds were needed too I learned flowers’ shapes by heart
hey feeble feathery flakes you keep sneaking into my space, your furtive group-attack tackling you, the skill I lack, once you made your way in chasing-chickens seem any-day a win, you are here, there and everywhere to my vanilla tiles
The waters have calmed. The kayak slips by, while the warm breeze blows light. The loon eerily sounds it is near. Sun drenched clouds ooze vanilla cream. The sunset throws an orange purple light over it all, the fish jump
The inception of innocence The fecund life She cradles her lovingly She bleeds love. The life burns out Before it sees the day Her eyes bleed. Luck prevails over tradition A new life breathes Dances her way to puberty She
He knows no boundaries in deeds of evil Sinning wilfully Swollen with conceit Disguising himself as a servant of righteousness Masquerading the truth An imposter going from bad to worse He takes revenge on all who oppose him Making threats
My inability to get hurt Like dead flesh It doesn’t hurt like a fresh rose When stomped Dead flesh sees future Of being hung After cut for steaks.. It doesn’t complain or Can it complain after being dead? Feathers ceded
You study so hard for a nursing career Sometimes knowledge doesn’t replace fear The job of a 12 hour shift Registered nurse, Some- times feels more akin a curse. Telling my loved ones goodbye And leaving home for the night
Anxiously gripping her fingers tight She looked at the morning sunlight Dress in flowered dress of white She waited for the moment with all her might Believing that she was not surely late Her eyes were locked towards the gate
Ever close close together ever fast in our embrace. We have lived lived a lifetime always danced at life’s fast pace. Danced to tunes tunes remembered that for us will never fade. Knowing now our time is ending yet, come
Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane, look at my moving parts, apart yet together, holes in air, artistic perfection, mechanical misfits everywhere, life is a brass lever, a wordsmith, an artist at his craft.
Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.
Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel
Was isn’t the same as is, nor can now Be the equal of then and likewise that which will Is yet not yet, dividing in the first few seconds Into myriad trajectories flung apart At light years per second into
Why should the black be discriminated ? whether your blood be high land or low, whether your skin be black or white as the snow, Of reason there’s none, and why should there be As long as there’s fire in
Pigs that grunt With runts who run Horses that neigh Eating curd and whey! Elephants that trumpet Gobbling croissants and crumpets Sparrows that tweet Offering a melodious treat! Monkeys that chatter With plantains on a platter Parrots that screech While
Not all instincts lead to what one loves especially in the matters of the present. For when terrible becomes synonymous with beautiful, the tragedy of control educates the child within of what the grown up situation has not. Call it
The reverse gravity pulls me into timelessness, holds me to become free from tremors. The truth of zero morality hurts. I am pathless, secular, godless. The blank paper decides, how the fingers will move. The uniform has a secret rendezvous
They always met at that restaurant you never saw full more waitresses than customers despite the good location the savory smell that reminded you of late fall lunch some kind of fry-up all the aunts and cousins threw together while
After seeing you again yesterday I just can’t think of anything else but you, oh your beautiful face your pretty eyes and your wicked little grin makes me wanna get to know you better if you know what I mean
This life takes that which may be taken and avows that Which is without comprehension, Embodiment unreasoned, seeking purpose, it Navigates with pain and pleasure, Yet not with both in equal measure, rather as season dictates Upon which emotions soar
It’s a strange relation that we share, Strangest of them, but we dare To look at each other in the eyes And tell our hearts all those lies. But we have no promises to keep, No selfish meanings to reap.
Looking at the starry sky on this new moon night Standing on this endless field of grass Everything else but one seems important, That you and I existed together, ever so entangled, For however brief a while on the timeline
Marching slowly towards western horizon The sun goes to plunge down the hills over there As if exhausted by the day- long travel Traversing the sky from one end to the other . Wonder if it seeks for a little
he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages
A thousand ships sail towards sun each one carrying the hope of life each searching for the island of life sails set high, urgency in air cover the maximum ground or drown in the star dust burnt by sun, skin
Blue bike(Northern dialectably) A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and silver fancery That bike was mine I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode
Sweat flowed like river in the scorching Son The dried up tongue thirsting for water The dirty body begging for water to bathe Uncooked food waiting for water Cries of people for water rent the air People begged the rain
One day it will all make sense. The sun, the trees, And the morning breeze on a long summer day. Every single thought running through your head and all the words left unsaid will unravel. Regrets will fade away, Decisions
Part One – KaySee You message me, I respond to you. Just want to hang out, what was I to do? First two days, everything goes great. Presented yourself atop a pedestal, all that’s on my plate. Suddenly your thought’s
Mid way up the mountain, I turned around. A solace breezed through the clouds, now older. This sudden amnesia covered in snow. This reoccurring season, was I ever changed. Now grown with age. The jagged edge between my fingers. I