she reluctantly...
dismantles her walls
and let's love in
long after
the first perfidy,
only to be struck by
yet another thunderbolt
of betrayal.
her heart
splinters in half
and hardens to granite;
cold to the touch!
impregnable barricade
now wraps around
a heart once inviting
with "stay away" sign
posted on it.
beset by cynicism
and lingering distrust.
an irreparable fissure.
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Please ! Do not be afraid!
I closed my eyes, in fear of that sound
Not anything, but that sound itself
Although a whispering voice was calming down
I was afraid of the unknown, the most terrible pain.
God, shall I live one more day to watch the butterfly?
Please let me know, i am waiting in my darkest hours of dreams.
A Fissure of Color
She lay the cloth against her head
A cloth of silk and silken hair
To wear a bonnet , brilliant gold
Priceless gems to adorn her ears
Earrings of an emerald green
To blend in color with her eyes
And exult in jubilation
The impetus begins to stir
Inducing blue and blazing red
Vicarious, she greets the change
A colored chasm is aroused
Produced by light of tint and shade
A fissured yawn reflecting scenes
And mockery to tease the light
Her opulence has been defined
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Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck
For if the struggle
Needs weapons
Give it words
Repudiation
Enthralled me but
Never shall be free
With only a host
Of phantom listeners
Concealing its fury
With just a gentle hiss
Never venting its loath
Never turning to its maker
With condemned hate
When hail and fire converge
In just a fissure
Bearing only just a deeper malice
Inviting only an occult mind
And spatters only wicked stones.
A vinyl facade
will be sliced open by truth
--slit in the sky
thunder sound dashes
lightning fissure quickly dips
jig jag cross lines' flash
starts rainy music
with hissing crescendo to
diminuendo
Perfect tapestry,
a hundred years in the weaving.
Tiny sprouts
grown into giant oaks,
sheltering birds, squirrels,
filtering the sun,
shading the lane to our
home, our sanctuary.
Ripped from the earth's fabric
by tornado's twisted spin,
roots exposed to the elements,
leaves wilting, turning brown.
Tapestry destroyed.
Can it be re-woven, restored?
Will the mending take
another hundred years?
God rises from the deep
The god prays to the almighty
I cry over JESUS CHRIST
The clouds turn in pollution of Lord Almighty
The population bow to terrorism
Creationist door handle
The 'bong' of our Lord Jesus Christ
The twist of the Earth turning to Allah - Supreme Being
Murder, Terror
God sits in his castle
BONG BONG
The world twists and turns in Quantum Mechanics
Theoretical Lord Almighty
Judgement Day - "I breath" in my casket
The fluctuation of the Planet Earth
Le - Perception is not enough alone
I can see multiple Lord Almighties in a large quantity of planets
This perception is not enough
Definition is not enough alone
Bring me more!
Outlandish Kintegarden Simpleton
Judgement Day is insignificant
With my conceived thought
- Beyond the level of your World and Solar System
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