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Just Flashed My Mind

Now I pass by other valleys
where water trickles
silently and slowly

I see nothing but greenery
hence no more do I feel lonely

Pass your time with an open mind
care not who is watching you
or here reading you

Comments now
fly over my bloated mind
as I am aged
and that there lies within my cage
no crime

later I post a poem
it may may not rhyme
but are you poet divine
wanting me to lay supine
Comment at your will Sire
I shall still admire

Wintery TouchDown

As the winter makes a touchdown,
raving along the paths, the brushes, the rivulets,
it arouses rigid trees to a dancing sway,
which quickens musing air to breezy fare.

With each passing day, more and more the winter breeds its cold,
very likely to bring along buckets of wind
which will roam earth's perimeter in windy colors,
transfixing faces with awe of chill.


Ok let’s get this straight
Life isn’t all that great
There is hell knocking at my door
And bodies on my bedroom floor
There is chaos in our eyes
And people full of lies
But why don’t we rise
Rise above all our problems and fears
And stop crying tears
Sure, we aren’t perfect
But life is worth it
Don’t you want to grow old one day
Or celebrate your children’s birthday
I want to live my life
Become someone’s wife
I want to see my grandchildren play
And think hey we’re okay


He left my side,
so that from the world
I shouldn't hide
the faith that we are
what we are
not left bereft

humans can extend their imagination
to far off distant inconceivable destination
to explore
the life of those
who are not like us

we are rich
they maybe poor
but adjustment in life gives us a cheer
we make our own crucial decisions
call it destiny
the rich and poor can intermingle

have faith we all are one

A People abandoned

I know of a people abandoned,
whose dusk never turns to dawn,
light has refused to flush away their nights,
so their lives are lived in the hours of an owl;
under skies in midnight apparitions, they tremble and fall,
riding roughshod over them incubuses.

I know of a people gasping for life,
whose world is sorrow's cup,
whose hopes are as crushed clays
soaked in waters of despair.
They dwell and toil in burning swamps;
on slick hillsides with drifty temperament.

why not

You can hold your breath and time stands still,
You can see colors of death and you always will,
The lines intersect here hear
But their definition isn't clear.
Parallel boxes collapse at a touch.
It's too much to be used as a crutch.
Life lines break in the palms of your hands,
As loud men shout from the bleachers and stands.
Can't you smell the aroma as Death draws near?
She splatters and splashes with the colors of fear.
She twists and swirls and chants aloud
While the panting herd stampedes the crowd.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Fake Feelings

Have you ever thought of a tear falling to the ground, have you thought of a world without any warmth, touch, or feeling? I’m sure many people have but the truth is nobody converses with another human soul, in recent days, times, centuries people have never experienced feeling unless they are hurt because nobody is ever truly joyful they are too fake. The tears you feel when you cry is one of the only human things on this planet we call Earth.

Why The Silence

Silence is meaningless
Why do you wish to be silent
when god has given you a voice
even the silent waves
wish to roar

cancel their silence
will you
can you
I dare you

so I the seas adore
much more
as they are not silent no more
they continue to love you
as before
but kills for sure
so stay silent
I pray no more

praise all
the world will adore
you all the more

Disneyland Paris - A Surreal Dream

On holiday at Disney's Parisian dreamland,
I went riding hood on a giant dildo
White as snow, such as Walt meant
Smiling he said: "Such vulva place."

Casual sex with garlicked Goofy in the park
Dimmed lights dim sum afterwards
May the memory be permafrost
And Goofy to me still in his tights.

When Eros twitched his bow
I knee-trembled to a little death
Hot juice dripped ex hot lips
Voice called out: "Do you still vulva?"


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