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Sunshine shadows
calms the battles,
that the wind can stir inside each restless heart...
melancholy
steals the folly,
well before the passing moments can impart;
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sometimes sorrows
rule the 'morrows,
spreading dewdrops that awaken every eye;
in the long run
when the rain's done,
in the rainbow we'll believe enough to try.
Here he goes again,
preying with his looks,
savouring his conquests as he sins
then he discards them
when he is tired of the game
and move forward to seek a new prey.
Not regretting his deeds,
he perceives he is the perfect man
envied by others...
When his youth is over,
stripped away by the hands of time,
he will realize that he has been living a lie
slip along your svelte fuselage
i will find your break
the cracks
like ice in the cold
groaning softly under its
pressure folds..
you ve lent me your avarice
compassions
bound against the will
like pressure holds
you wished me bold
but once lept
the dark sweet evolution
of inertia in its desire
the hunger of gravity
is its deliverance
like rain falling
bask in the sensation
chilled driven
or subtle
as new thorns on old
blooms
Oh God
I am no God …
but your kind imagination
when you arrived on the Earth
you all gave me birth
I then presumed
I must be the salvation
all seek in me
In the event of calamity
I arrive and stare
you all watch up in thin air.
so I smile
to help you retain your faith
diseases become rampant
plagues
choleras and what not
unemployment
and
increase of population
I have to balance.
seconds second
waiting the crush
intake
the crush gristle
waver
slick like a butterfly
throttle bodies
polished
torqued
down the tattered
blaze and sheets of glass
sweet winters heat
and stale storage airs
the leather belted hips
in stride
a hitch in the moment
ride
worn
weathered
with exfoliated
experience
All the President’s Ears…are lent…
Great beasts of the sea and earth we can’t listen,
we’re man and we’ve always known best.
The ways that our planet should be nurtured,
is for mans vanity not you large pest.
Wealth is our goal, a commodity that you
know nothing about.
We on the other hand know everything,
but the thing leading us is a snout.
In your absence,
the classroom is filled with an air of melancholy
Each lesson seems to stretch for an eternity.....
Without your cheerful presence,
boredom creeps in
Even the teachers could sense
something is missing
We all miss your jokes and your laughters.
I hope you will return to school soon
as it is never the same without you....
I know not if I'm an introvert
or an extrovert
or somewhere in between
like a mixed bag
of vowels and consonants
trying to figure out
their sequence
which could best fix
my puzzle
Within sealed lips
my thoughts keep winding
and unwinding
like a rocking chair
going back and forth
and amidst the tick tock
I search for that pause
which could unscramble
my void
Velvet touch skimming razor' s edge
Standing lost, acrid on concrete ledge
Twisted games jaded sad lovers play
Pushing limits, barriers split away
Scandalous eyes that tantalize
Storyteller, you mean more than you realize
Make me your queen, conquest of love
Dreamer of fairytales, sent from above
Blade to my chest, metal breath on skin
Longing for passion, wrapped in sin
Awakened my senses, freed my broken soul
Unlocked the box, wasn't that the goal?
Welcome home not yet born brothers
who left the earth in future times
traveling near the speed of light
headed toward alien climes.
The voyage for you took only years
while thousands passed those left behind
thanks to that devil, time dilation
as discerned in Albert's mind.
Perhaps a navigation error
whenever traveling so fast
has landed a few of your fellows
a goodly distance into their past.
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