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A Pub Halfway to the Heavy Affair

The largest part of this abandoned warehouse

for creative dilemma is still in the ash medium

from you reach.

Though you’ve part of this morning haze that won’t go unrecognized.

Now that we’ve finally managed to right away ahead of our views across the bridge, it seems that elsewhere you’ve made every effort to prove yourself with your wrongly

An atheist on his deathbed

An atheist living soul was floating above on  deathbed,
because if he touched it, he would leave this world.

He let the pain out and screamed through his dying soul.

A guy who was once drenched in every bit of gold
comes to him and says:
“I want to make a compromise with your soul and body—
I will save

let go

i want to be back there,
i want to sit on the edge.
to feel myself let go just little enough to stay,
for my parents, friends, pets, for them i will stay
i know i am loved but it’s hard to feel truly loved when you don’t know if you love yourself.
i might fall off,
but for tonight, ill

My Own North Star

My Own North Star

A quiet hum, a gentle breeze,
No urgent calls, no need to please.
The world outside can spin and sway,
I find my peace in my own way.

No echoing steps upon the floor,
No voice to seek beyond my door.
Just silent thoughts, a mind at ease,
Unburdened by dependencies.

The path I walk, it's mine alone,
No guiding hand,

We Drink Ambrosia - Fugue

 
we drink ambrosia from goblets within our Hearts
browline meets browline you drink your own 
which dripped into mine hush hush the surfer 
and soldier homed, drinking ambrosia honed
yin-yang becomes yang-yin as frequencies ripple
from nerves slashing nerves when point pulse
point, nails dig nails, light entering wet wounds knuckles balloon, merged muscles sting sing,
bring strands blowing

A FORCE SO POWERFUL

I didn't understand,
God was holding my hand.

I was lonely,
God was holding my hand.

I was hungry,
God was holding my hand.

I was sick,
God was holding my hand.

I was depressed,
God was holding my hand.

I was anxious,
God was holding my hand.

I was scared,
God was holding my hand.

I was bitter,
God was holding my hand.

I was regretful,
God was holding my hand.

I

Epitaph on Zenani

                         Here lies Zenani among the first rains.
                       

To Be Continued?

People die and reappear
The same year through rebirth
I have noticed very clear
The same people walk on earth
Face type, character and laughter
Are the same, suppose they dream
The same dreams, before and after
The same places they esteem 
There’s one difference, however
They don’t know about revival
If they lived before or never
If it’s their first arrival
It's the mystery we

WE ARE NOT POWERLESS

WE’RE NOT POWERLESS

We have the power
To overpower mongers;
Let’s out-power them:-
With powering faith and hope,
Let’s reflect empowerment!

somewhere

somewhere among the shaded trees this version of Tuesday

I hate chores

Taking hours to clean a pile of dishes
Sweeping up crumbs I didn’t even drop
I hate chores
Pushing a vacuum over and over
Forcing sheets to fit a bed
I hate chores
Wiping a toilet until it glistens
Struggling to carry a heavy mop bucket around
I hate chores
Waking up in the morning
Inhaling and exhaling every second of the day
I hate chores.
Socializing

ON AIDING AND ABETTING WAR

ON AIDING AND ABETTING WAR
(A Perceived 5-7-5 Perspective)

Children begged for food,
They gave them bullets of death:
Starvation aided:-

Murdering children,
Is sanctioned in times of war:
Even by parents!?

Being quiet is
Aiding and abetting war:
Let’s get to screaming!

Committed

Potential is not a promise-
and that's all I've seen in you.

I've given every opportunity-
but you've never followed through.

(You once) treated me with kindness-
but I deserve much more.

I deserve a kind of love-
I've not experienced before.

I deserve consistency-
and I deserve the truth.

And I deserve my wishes-
(and all of) my dreams to come true.

I've come to learn

Prometheus

Ephemeral blur.

Is what our hearts endure.

As though it were...

Written in a cosmic stir.

And yet stoic hearts still fly.

And the prettiest flowers die.

Sowing golden seeds.

In life's aeonian rhyme.

Love's Beating

Soul of one's life, does it live to exist 
Perhaps emotional wreck of many desires breath 
Love, hate, judgement to feel as if thought 
Undying voice controlling journey of life 
You can not kill for its idealistic 
Realities truth to honesty in a race 
Can not hide, darkness depths can't contain 
Even the unkind feel

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