golden sun descends
fall`s soft breeze begins to stir
leaves turn red and gold
nature`s cycle starts anew
a quiet peace settles in.
Quasi-star, Quasimodo, Quasimandias for sure
Eating stars, black holes, and planets, celestialities galore
It's no wonder it's so big with an appetite like that
Galumphing through the universe not caring where it's at
The size of a hundred thousand skies, you go just where you please
The only thing left in your wake won't even raise a breeze
Nature abhors a vacuum and this might just be the model
Of what happens when God himself is leaning on the throttle
Of a cosmic train that's runaway and making it's own tracks
Leaving holes where 'ere it goes, whether white or red or black
They'll be here until the end, where they'll spend their final eons
At the end of which comes something we can't readily agree on
Which is fitting for this splitting and emitting long enduring
A Providential palindrome... as enigmatic as alluring
tears flow
coffin lowered
standing here missing you
my life changing in an instant
goodbye
The scarlet art of the sapphire sky of my halcyon heart
sparkled with sequined glow of the lone moon leaning low.
I tried tempted to touch your topaz sheen tinted unseen,
but you didn’t stay, slowly sauntered away out of my view
from my silky sky I shaped for you with pure joy for sure.
From the dark domain of dismantled dainty rainbow arc
strong storm surged with snapped shards of slashing scorn,
shattered my sublime sky while stowing in dispersed debris pile.
I couldn’t foresee how to dredge the drowned dreams free
from deep despair before destined day to depart came my way.
I shoved the splinters of my shattered soul on the sly,
turned them into a single white rose, residing in my heart close.
When on the run you returned to my garden under sensual sun
its fragrance fine floated with the pure passion of mine divine.
When in your sweet smile the curl of its pristine petals I saw un-furl
I knew the onset spark of the new beginning it’d memorably mark.
open your mind to new opportunities, new beginnings
Evil angel why does you run from pain?
Evil angel what is going on again?
Evil angel why do you fear the coin toss.
Evil angel what would happen if you got tossed?
Any outer, stout, pouting white powder,
Could take you to some cloud?
Gimme a break for crying out loud...
Age will bring fables,
Some despise those that lie.
The next page will be stable,
Yet you must still attempt to try,
The force is unbalanced,
But we aren't watching Star Wars,
Sure, you have some talent,
Yet, this next period will draw its sword...
Eve must have heaved, bereaved, while leaving the lot...
A Dom realized the change when,
They both fell fruitless when they got...
Caught up in it,
Sick of it,
Sticking to the ,
That only through the pits,
One forgets,
It is very, very sick,
I quit...
Tick Tok tick
Just for another little bit,
When the world gets twirled around again,
Then sticks to the drip,
When there are no more fits,
While getting lit.
...
The Creation
Man and Woman
Meeting each other for the first time
Unknown World
Condemnation shame
Earthly Descendant
Hate and conviction
Derided from formation Earth dust
Love wasn’t an option at first
Finding themselves
Observation Eye to Eye
Vision of creation
Sensation wonderfully made
Trying to understand Scientific
Knowledge being no quo
Suddenly the motion of the kiss
Romance start
Roaming around the Earth together
Love and endure a love muster
Discovering and Learning at the same time
Acquaintance with nature
New World
Humanitarian strides
The beginning
Good find
Companion spirit
Sage with a chapter
Through the ever after
Love becoming a definition
All at the beginning
The sun comes from the sky and shines,
Birds awake and sing,
To welcome a new day,
To welcome a new beginning.
The children wake with new hopes
As they play in the fields
And let themselves dream.
In the afternoon,
They are told stories
By the old folks,
While watching their childhood dreams.
In the evening,
They all return home
To rest for a while,
For they are tired
From the long run.
When night comes,
The skies shine,
And everyone sleeps
In the hope of another beginning.
In the end,
They all rest in peace,
And after all of this,
There starts a new beginning.
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
The month of May,
holds many promises.
For mothers,
they have their very special day.
For the graduate,
a new life is emerging.
Memorial day,
a day to remember.
May a wonderful month,
before summer shows up.
Waking the waves with morning coffee on the beach
I often wonder how far too far is.
while pushing the limits of my mind,
I've wasted away the things I miss,
I'm over what some say is real,
reality to me seems like a choice,
I've broken down and decided to heal,
now I haven't any poise,
Too far honestly isn't far enough,
pushing my mind even further,
what doesn't break me makes me tuff,
for the places inside unheard of,
Although I fear where I've been,
I've lots of things that I numb,
all of a sudden here I am,
staring at the damage I've done,
A lonely tear runs down my cheek,
it's the only one I had left,
speechless when I tried to speak,
and that silence I'll never forget,
By: Khomotso Makitla
Wake up and smell the morning mist.
Though the morning offers sunshine and butterflies,
some bring sorrow mourning, I’m mourning.
A lion that hunts its own shadow dies of hunger.
This must be a gift,
being able to fit all my problems in a sealed jar.
Indeed, bottling my pain felt like the best decision
all my emotions numb and dull.
But be careful… I’m fragile.
One crack in the jar,
and screams will echo through the world,
painting it with pain.
Rain, rain, go away
that’s what I tell my tears.
Why do I feel fear, though I’m fearless?
Is my courage just a phase,
a feeling afraid of being caged?
I’m to blame
I paved the way for pain to leave its mark.
I cry a lot,
screaming my lungs out, begging for help.
But I’m a quokka
I smile though my heart is bleeding.
And my knees are proof
that in prayer, I lean.
Even though my life’s rhythm
is out of sync.
young branches stretch
woods begin to call the wild
with whispers in the wind
To observe once is a blessing.
To observe twice, doubly more.
Thrice is pushing your luck too far,
and four times is much too much;
Much, too much to
mourn.
Four times is worse,
four times a curse,
four times so clever in
view and in pleasure.
The fourth time you see
the way things truly are:
the syrup dripping from
the table in such a perfect
pile.
Copacetic in nature,
sweet, sweet denial.
The fourth time you’ll know,
in body and soul, that you’ve
been given a pretty thing only
for it to be taken away.
We inhale
the damp, decay fell detail
through the sucking, muddy bog
slog
To pursue
the path of ancient horseshoe
and riding warrior's brood luck
muck.
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