Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves
in the fardel of branches as they trembled
beneath the relentless breath of april's storm
i watched them from my window
this paned glass smudged over
with the splatter of lashing rain
pulsating against my hands
as i struggled to see clearly
through the ambages of drops
gliding down in an oblique trail
as they fell from ashen skies
and sullen eyes the same
this window has become my passage
to the forbidden outside world
where society once traipsed freely
upon these cobblestone streets
yet all i hear are the echoes of rain
as it plummets downward
all i see are these trees
struggling to remain grounded
in the lash of storm's fury
forthwith i see
you, me, a society
clinging together
likes these leaves
in the midst of this storm
trying to break free
april 24, 2020
* Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves*
line credit to Vijay Pandit
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My Tribute To: A Loser
Cometh hither and drink my sour grapes
for it was you that spoiled the taste with haste
You took your sweet wine from vagrant apes
who can't tell cheap from good oh what a waste
Each night you went to the bar and got drunk
spend every dollar we had on cheap wine
You came home smelling like a pissing skunk
down in the cellar you went there you pined
I took my case and ran away from home
to my mother who loved me from the start
I left you penniless, drunk, and alone
and I did this because you ripped my art...
Cometh hither and drink your cheep red wine
thanks to you, I lost a fardel of time.
August 27, 2018