How could it be that talent lost to us in moments of such thoughtlessness beseeched How could it be that we, as humankind naysayers all – yet all of nascent kind Turn one’s head until the dark cloud passes in brightest sky alone is when we shine Forget one’s stance against ignominy and bile and … Continue reading Nascent
I lived a life of merriment Within my mind - Spinning back and forth And up and down - The inner world of fortitude With solitude beyond - My window spoke and shared My thoughts – subverted - The drawer held life-like feelings Lost – diverted - Felicity and sweet parades And boats out of … Continue reading Merriment
Time – it ticked – again – again And stroked the hand of sorrow I may be here today she said – But will I be tomorrow Will it come – should I wait And part with dreams to please Your sentiment of heartfelt grief – I shan’t – I will not ease Ergo time … Continue reading time it ticked again again
On one knee he looks into her eyes a wan smile sleeping there and seeping through His pallid face a picture of distraught despair his life a salty sense of breathless air
The camera shot me as I am And not as I had been – Was like the grass in time of drought Before rain turned it green. The bird appeared to be my friend Before he fell on me The ocean was azure blue - Dirt floated to the sea. As I recounted photos, past, … Continue reading Of character a face can tell
I found myself in a kind of trance, a daze, a dream. It began with a reflection on the night before, which now seemed distant, a vague memory of debauchery and mayhem. I’d survived it without even an alcohol-induced stupor, though if memory served, others hadn't been so lucky. The driver seemed lucid enough but our … Continue reading dream…
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