I find myself whispering
On my bird feeders small winter bird are eating
They enjoy present meal in peace
So beautiful they are
Their chest in yellow, orange and green
Tiny, tiny feet and hungry stomach
They do not think about Christmas rush
A little song of the wind crossing the plains
I just spend some time in silence listening
to a song from my small angels
A-L Andresen :)
While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her backwards unto the ground
Placing a cloth around her nose and mouth
Gagging her until she sleeps for a while
He drags her through the woods
Branches hitting her every which way he turns
Dragging her along until he reaches the cabin
Picking her up over his shoulders opening the door to the cellar
Locking the door behind him he walks down the stairs slowly
He places her on a chair and ties her wrist to the handles
Tying her feet to the legs of the chair
Tightening the rope around her neck to the back of the chair
He undresses her waiting for her to wake up
Several hours pass
She wakes up
Sweating and screaming
Crying and yelling at him
He places duct tape around her mouth
Placing a knife against her stomach
She groans and yelps
He takes the knife away and looks at her
Grabbing her face and telling her shes beautiful
He turns around and stands with his back towards her
As he starts to say
But its the beautiful people that need fixing
He takes the tape off her face and holds her chin tightly
He carves a smile on her face
Cutting her mouth from ear to ear
Smile dear it makes you adorable
He grins and sits the knife down
Laughing as she bleeds
She tries to move her mouth
It just drops open
He looks at her smiling
Now that makes you truly beautiful
He leaves her there for a while
Placing a needle with a string attached to it
Sticking it into the skin around her mouth that is hanging open
He stitches her back together
Cant make up his mind
He slaps her and leaves her there for another few days
She sits with her eyes peeled wide open
A tear falling as she tries wiggling her hand free from the rope
As she frees her hand she runs her fingers over her stitches
Only to find out her whole mouth has been stitched together
She cant speak
She can only mumble
She frees the rest of her limbs
Trying to stand up and walk but she's to weak and falls
He runs down the stairs
Yelling at her to get up
She doesn't move
He kicks her in the stomach
She doesn't budge
He picks her up and uses her as a puppet
For his own needs
He then buries her beside his other victims
Only to find out shes still alive
Her hand slips through the dirty old mud
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Robins fly towards the heavens
Williams he died
From earths torments and grays
Hanging in the balance
Was a tortured mind of kindness
Now he sleeps with angels
They have stopped to sing
For it seems there is laughter now
In the heavens
Laughing tears fall to earth
To wash away the pain
Of those left behind
I long to see robins fly
Up in the heavens above
Soon wishes to come true
Fly fly away
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul
at this season.
Equatorial island exploring its amazed
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next
Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma
Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.
At event of recreation, campfire were
Nobody around us, private moments
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again
Hand in hand danced with the soothing
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her
Expecting the light around us to be dim.
The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand
She looked too pretty in her gold lame
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!
Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.
Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout
life in this lovely weather.
Will be your shadow, because your pain
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry
me, my Kindred Soul?
My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth Dedicated to Deborah Guzzi
I dreamed one day,
I was climbing a hill,
Away, far away in the Himalayan mountain
But I was only a beginner, of climbing a snow peak
I wanted to climb to see the world,
To feel the Sunshine
And the beauty of the glacier
Perhaps my fascination for climbing the hills,
Was traced by my mind, who knew me more than me
It thought to fulfill my long cherished desire,
If not in actual, at least in my dream
I wanted to feel, how splendid it is
To see the world
From a snow covered peak
To get a bird eye view of the world
To learn more about the earth, humans and nature
In moments of those total silence and aloofness,
I found the blue wing bird, like an Angel spirit for me
My beautiful blue bird Neelkanth,*
Was my only friend and inspiration,
To complete the mission
I was climbing the snow covered hill
Like a Mountaineering trainee,
My tools were few, but my aim was true
My only companion, in the journey of my adventures,
Was my blue wings bird
I know from my childhood days, as my ‘Neelkanth’*
I found my blue wings bird, hovering always near me,
Like an Angel spirit, to save me from falling,
Its beauty lies, not only in its blue wing,
But the poison it stored in its purple throat ring,
To save the world from the effects of poison
I was climbing the hill,
And my favorite Blue wing bird,
Was accompanying me, in those difficult moments,
Like a true well wisher and a true companion
At one place I found that,
The snow rocks were difficult and steep
I tried a short cut, to somehow reach the top,
And then came my Angel spirit,
From somewhere suddenly,
Giving indication to stop immediately
I decided to go, as the spirit was indicating,
I changed my course, as shown by the Angel spirit
Next moment I heard a sliding of the snow rock,
The rock which I was trying to climb,
Were falling and were slipping deep in the glacier
My eyes became tearful, when I saw my Angel spirit
It had saved my life,
From being buried in the snow glacier,
For ever and for ever
After seeing my expressions of love and gratitude,
The bird flew away from there
Leaving me inspired for many more coming moments,
To start climbing the hills again and again
Next moment I was climbing,
The hills with more vaguer, as usual
My angel bird had given me enough
To keep trying
Till I reach my goal
Or feel the Sunshine
Kanpur India 30th April 2010
* Neelkanth. Indian Roller. Neelkanth (Hindi)
Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes,
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and grip for berries tree to tree.
Canada Geese are easy, they lead off down the lane leaving residue,
Widgeons have green stripes and gold stripes, one American
the other European, and they’re all mumbling our family phew-do
they didn’t burn the kid, they can’t keep the house clean, drugs…
Blink away the cold wind tears. Forget all that, only remember
Shovelers have the long low profile and the long bill from studies
in New Zealand, like a deep breath, we set aside work, unlimber
spy the race of killdeer away from their guarding territory in gravel.
Our boss didn’t try to replace us, he ducked out to a new job
leaving the crime ringing in our ears like the police car roaring past.
Head down, we tunnel under the high way finding the dunk and bob
of mergansers and their hallowed or red heads,
remarking differences when the sudden scream of honking
mallards flee up river. Caught off guard, we wonder did we cause
all this pain? The rise and dunk flying goldfinch happily chirping
cling to the thistle, their favorite waste near the waste water
ponds where all the Black River water flows for cleaning
spilling into the nesting lower stages of the tertiary treatment.
That’s all this is, treatment for the shock wave week riding
current events on our shoulders, almost like the red-tailed hawk
that screams and skims our head, rising up to the setting sun
turning the sky purple and pink and bruised. That’s when wood
ducks skim into view, our breath captured and then steaming undone
but soon the heavens offer confirmation, blue angels
with their huge oversized wings soar in pairs down as gift.
We hold each other then, let screams silence, detail enriched.
The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.
What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.
The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.
The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.
The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.
What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.
more of my poems at :
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
I step up
the open door awaits
sights appear in front
canvassed blue is what I see..
Into it .. I jump..
into the unknown
at blistering speeds
Where I wake up..
and spread my arms,
with sturdy legs
as my quest begins
and I am full of wonder..
for the moment comes,
the clock ticks,
and like a bird,
I begin to fly.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
(Earlier Titled "I Thought That She Was Just Another Super
Lily White) [P.S., PAST TENANT 'ROOMATES' and NON-FRIENDS...
HAVE BROKEN INTO AND STOLEN MY SONG-LYRICS...AND POSTED
AS 'THEIR' INTELLECTUAL PROPERTIES!]
[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 11]
[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 7]
I......SAID......THANK YOU! OKAY? THANK YOU!!! [VERY POWERFUL EMPHASIS]
WHY............DID YOU............SEE SOMETHING?
BUT...............I.........THOUGHT.........THAT YOU WERE JUST.........PERRY WHITE'S
WHY.........DID YOU SEE SOMETHING?
I............I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR...
I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING...
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...TO ME!
AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY..........TO THE STARS!
AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY...AND DANCE......AND-HOP-SKIP-SNAD-DANCE...
A.........ROYAL SUPER NEVER EVER DIES!
I am bombarded from work,
Plus a bad dream
Want to chill first then get up.
Can't put it in details,
But it’s a fear drawn from my thoughts for a long time now,
Then actually felt and seen it in my dream.
An emotional battle that I know from the start,
I have no chance of winning.
The last survivor of the human race
Master and genius
Zeus is more
Hunger of a nation
When the time comes
For five hundred parts
Who has seen the lost American
where has he been hiding?
I am the last American
there is no use in denying
who would listen to
a voice of nonsense
reason hidden in meaning
that evades even him
do not pay me any attention
what I do is not a sin
what they call sin
I call freedom
a lost angel known by many names
Lucy, Judas, or fallen angel
when you find him, careful
for he known to be insane
maybe I am not to blame
my actions are of free design
where they come from,
I can never find
that source of course
is lost forever
the lost Americans
are at last, together
A chicken with a tuft was hard pinched by its brothers
Because it was somewhat different from the others;
A breeding fate was generated by bloody curiosity.
So, I took it out and let it walk in the lonely grove:
It was another day of death and the chicken strove
Like a transition between the political versions
Of the same Golden Time -including tensions,
Coming to the clandestine end:cause and effect;
Destiny and what is really luck, you may reflect
The game of days and nights is often unfair;
The seasons’ breathe getting on other stair;
I let it in the same cage; they couldn`t abstain.
The cannibal chickens fiercely pinched it again.
It strove to survive among the other chickens.
For a while, it lived like an orphan from Dickens.
She followed me in the field, while digging the maize
And so, it was running the crickets and gray days…
One day she would become a beautiful hen
Like in a story by Andersen written for men;
Or, like in the Darwin`s story written for that angel
Fallen down on earth, and put in the hen coop`s hell.
A slow-creeping mollusk
Belonging to family
Differing from slugs
I did not plan,
To meet and fall,
In Love with You!
It Just Happened!
As some things do.
What can I say?
I do not regret,
nor will I fret,
I kind of know.
I guess that you,
don't feel the way I do.
I will always love you.
No matter what.
You do or say.
I can not help it.
Nor would I.
I will just view You.
like gazing at,
And pray and wait,
that you are.
All alone inside of my magical little paradise called my mind is an peaceful and quiet, the sun is like a gentle kiss on the cheek, and the people are just so warm and friendly but watch out because if you open your eyes everything you once knew will be gone. This magical little realm has an bloody little twist to it. The sun that was once as comforting as an warm blanket was in fact the glistening moon and the empty black sky, and the people are now all blood thirsty monsters that are no longer affected by the sun light are now out for blood.
I run to escape the sickening but yet oh so enticing scent of blood and failure, I run to escape the screams of those who's lives were cut just too short, and I run to escape the sight of the undead, blood thirsty zombies who are on the hunt for others to join their group. I'm running, running to safety and security but all the time there's nothing but pit falls and traps. I'm running and success isn't that far away but just then I see prince charming I stop and become distracted by his promising words but just then he too becomes a monster. I scream and try to run but I just can't you trap me in fire and I can't escape.
My mind goes numb, I can feel the darkness further enclose around me, my mind goes blank, and I forget about everything. On the inside I'm screaming, fighting, kicking to get away but on the outside I'm a love sick puppy. I know I'm stronger than this but there's something about you that I just can't get over. Just as the darkness seems to grow closer an light appears and an blue bird fights off my nightmare monster and takes me back to my snowy paradise where I'm safe and at peace and I continue my lonely dark and cold path to my brightly lite future with the little blue bird by my side reminding me that I am and will forever be loved by both my family, people who actually care about me, and god.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD!
Earth Gurlz...R...EZ...2-B...OR NOT! 2-B...OR NOT!
SWE-P? WE SAY...SLE-P! WE SAY...SLE-P!
An-cient 1...SEZ...WE...R...NOT! WE...R... NOT!
OIL...TO FOIL! He sez...OIL...TO FOIL!
OIL...TO FOIL! OIL...TO FOIL!
Earth Gurlz...2-B...2 EZ...Earth Gurlz...2-B...2EZ!
Earth Guyz...R...2EZ...Earth Guyz...R...2EZ!
Earth Gurlz...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
Earth Gurlz...SAY...TIN...'N PLAY!
An-cient 1...SEZ...PLAY...NOT! He sez...PLAY...NOT!
OIL...TO FOIL! He sez...OIL...TO FOIL!
An-cient 1...sez...NO...WAY...NO WAY!
An-cient 1...sez...NO...WAY...NO WAY!
BAGS...'N TOYZ...BAGS...'N TOYZ?
THEY...SAY...WE PLAY! THEY...SAY..WE PLAY!
Earth Gurlz...R...2 EZ! Earth Gurlz...R...2 EZ!
Tecky and smart...THEY'RE...ALL TARTS!
BONY...'N PANTS...WE...'JUS CAN'T!'
BONY...'N PANTS...WE...'JUS CAN'T!
Tecky with parts...ALL...TIN HEARTS!
Tecky with parts...ALL...TIN HEARTS
An-cient 1...sez...WARP...TO PLAY!
An-cient 1...sez...WARP...TO PLAY!
OIL...IN CAN...WE CAN!
OIL...IN CAN...WE CAN!
OIL...TO FOIL...OIL...TO FOIL!
SCORES...IN CANS...WE CAN!!
SCORES...IN CANS...WE CAN!
Called to you from down here
Had to hear your voice
Thanked you for the love you gave
Loved you for your choice
One sleepless night
Drawn to the stars
Fiery flight of glory
Red beauty of mars
Delicate and eased
Character so bright
We were very pleased
On one sleepless night
Passion in approach
You presence all so near
You swooped down from the star lit sky
And flew away with my fear
enlightenment came in the form of a finch, and perched itself on my windowsill.
for an infinite moment, existence was explained to me in complex simplicity. tears swelled in my eyes as the bird opened my mind to the meaning of the golden backlighting of the warm, summer afternoon- how fear doesn't exist and time is the essence and the grass is greenest where i stand, if i'd only open my eyes.
i listened, both intently and emotionally, to the unspoken wisdom of his flashing, yellow wings. in their movement, i felt the weight of existentialism and the nullity of perception and the importance of personal experience.
it was this day that the dawning was golden, and i soaked it in in a split second for a thousand lifetimes.
Cold Black SHEILD,,, Darkens
The Sum of All Fears,,,
by fright,,,in us,,, but Arises
This warm covenant sighting
Blooded Moon Era cover,,, over
Jamaica,,and looms this fiery
bird,,, as A guidance of angels
council,,, swoops,, the sound,,,
of fire speaking in tongue,,, for
those who believe,,, thy
testimony,,,Thee O'Lord our
Father, Son&Holy Spirit, shall
fulfill them,,, unto those who
not weary HIM,,, shall cometh
upon to be SAVED,,, amongst
the King's Return,,, at worlds
end,,, shalt have a
afterlife,,, into new beginning,,,
and to all who deny him,,, shalt
perish fire forever,,, among the
pit of hell, with a two-headed
serpent,,, anti-Christ,,, by a
bitten stamp,,, SO CHOOSE
THE CHOICE IS YOURS,,,,
(C) All Rights Reserved
I am just the dreaming child of a king who resides in the heavenly skies above. The only thing that I have ever wanted to do was help people who were in need by building hospitals, bringing food, clean water, and promoting the recovery of lost dreams.
The only thing that I the dreaming child of a king desire to do is bring a smile to a downtrodden face, mend a weary heart, and remove the scars and cuts from someone's beaten and contrite heart before I depart from this earth now that to me is my true life's worth.
I the dreaming child of a king paints a picture with words to show that my heart is a heart of love, I also paint a picture to show those who have never met the dreaming child's soul that it is a soul that aches to help the dreams that were once lost be achieved again.
Destined to destroy dreams that was not what I was put on this earth for I was created to help those lost like me find their way back to Heaven's door. I was not created to shed other's blood, scar their hearts, or make them weak I was made in his image so me being the dreaming child of a king he is the only thing that my dreams and I truly seek.
I lie awake with the paint brush of my dreams in my hands using many colors and painting many dreams from different lands whether rich or poor the only thing that my dreams and I desire is to be like a free bird and finally soar. Being the dreaming child of a king haunted by his sins, forever trying not to fall into the pit, the only thing that this dreamer desires is to one day hear the words well done and as a result my sins will no longer cause me to run.
I do not know?
while I was walking
down my long country road
that was shady,
over top of my head
up on a tree branch, sat a bird
singing away as if
what kind of troubles
are you going through today?
well I thought it seem like
people coming at me from every where
then again the bird chirp's one more time
as if to say
look a round you,
what would God do?
slow your life down to
a slower pace,
try to make time for friends and family
because you don't have time
go out and take long walks in the fields
and pick a flower or two,
throw your hook in a pond
and sit and try fishing a while,
Read your Bible before you
and if you pray I am sure
those worry will go flying
right out of your head,
nature has a way of comforting us
in our busy every day life
it a plus,
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where is my flute today gone missing?
wether has thy flute gone oh krishna asked radha,
wether has it gone,
no sweet music heard,
no dancing peacocks, seen,
no lovely rain drencheth this vrindavan here,
its so dull in here dear krishna, where is the flute of thee gone?
peeping between every,
tree i here try to find,
wither have thee lost that lovely flute?
were there days , my dear krishna i felt obsessed why is this flute taking away you from me?
but minus the flute and just of you
shall no there is no life here in vrindavan.
so dear gopala,see to that along with thy venu do come
sitting by you i shall here enjoy the sweet notes of music that enamate from thy flute, rains may occur, peacocks may dance,
and this vrindavan shall in turn look so beautiful and aromatic,
that life becomes blissfull.
A bright blue sky and the air freshly cool
as bouncy blackbirds smartly fly about the
garden from tree to lawn and back again
as though it be a mad March morn.
be prepared to serve,
soul of life in unity,
it's the goal of life.
Lord Baden Powel
the root of service,
mine equipped with selflessness,
a global leader.
a man of service,
perfectly moulded by thoughts
that deem worthy life.
a blossomed leader
with his seasoned words and deeds
raised on the summit.
blow horn; he catches,
shout a word; he discovers,
make a step; he builds.
if its cold
brids love warm
don't not there forever
theyer what god brings
BRIDS OF SPRING
On a farm that has ten hundred sheep a lamb has a broken leg.
our intrepid vet is on his way to save it. He succeeded and we all
get misty eyed. We who think animals are our equal to us except
we eat this could gives a wrong impression.
If all people are equal so are animals, but what we see is dogs
with broken legs and a hurt pig in its sty
We must learn to understand that some animals are our enemies,
not that they have sought out to be, so and to avoid the abysmal
pests we have to eradicate them.
My old dog having been in Hellas and beyond I had to spare its
agony and put it down – twelve years it waited- Its deep blue eyes
held no rancour.
And now alone I can’t help thinking, who is helping me through
the transition from the conscious to the mystery.
What is in a name
Its all a game
Of lies & truth ,,happiness & sadness
Goodness & badness..
I wonder every time and watch the backyards turn into graveyard
It is not I’m so weak in my faith & hope.. thought or will
But it is like they are getting everything of concern & I’m not.
I don’t understand at times is it all coz of what I have done in past or It is what people call fate
It seems at times the journey ends here ,,but when I wake up the next day..i realize I’m bloody nowhere
When they are everywhere
I pray for the best on my part with my heart
Everyday I wake up these days I fear to face my own ,to face the people outside my door ,,on the road ,,in the streets
As they keep asking again & again the same questions when I have no answers at all
At that time I make myself go silent and listen to all like I have gone deaf and dumb
Nothing in this world lasts forever ,,I walk ova with this belief ,,thinking whatever is to be my destiny
I’m gonna be there tomorrow
and this is what keeps away every sorrow.!!!