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I looked at the little girl sitting beside me on the swings.
I looked at how small she was for the seat the swing provided.
I spied the cuts her long sleeves could not hide from sight.
I saw the dress, the one her father gave her.
I saw her swaying, holding the bars like a lifeline.
I never planned on meeting her by the swings, but—maybe—
I, in her twisted mind, had orchestrated the meeting.
I watched as she paid me no mind.
Ink stained her, red bleeding through her existence.
I watched as they pulled her away.
I wanted to protest, for the swings were where she had only ever found peace.
I discovered that peace has a way of leaving us when we need it the most.
I guess that's the funny thing about peace:
we bask in it without knowing when we might truly need it.
I watched as they tossed her into the tiny grave.
I realized how small she was, barely even three feet.
Graves and crypts-
The day should have worn sorrow's grey,
Instead, all I could see was the beaming sun,the rustling leaves, the creaking swings, and-
the specter of the girl I used to be.
Longevity An instance lost in the distance
"To leave the world behind,
walk with the world till the right time"
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Flow of ancient waters, deep and rich,
Depth that sings a soft and playful sound.
Mother to a million thriving lives,
Father fierce and solemn, darkly crowned.
It surrenders not to anyone;
It girds the world with resonance and might.
Stretching through boundless realms of time,
Cleansing every wound with gentle bite.
High lives its tidal, roaring fury
Waters rise, still holding onto spice.
Existence honors all it carries,
For every soul has surely paid the price.
Love, and peace, and endless prosperity
The Great Indian Ocean still relies.
Its salutation reaches every shoreline,
When we call, the deep blue love replies.
Neither does its vastness see an ending,
Nor does its ageless beauty ever fade.
A single sweep of blue-lit, aching heaven
So old, so wise, and wealthy in its ways.
What I can't do from this great distance
is hug and kiss you, for instance.
But I can whisper in your ear ~
and tell you that I hold you so dear ~
and that I'd be there with you ~
at your merest insistence.
I opened the door to my heart
and had let it speak without a fence.
If you did close the door to your heart
"Do not worry", I give you that assurance.
Just be a keeper of the trust
by not using
any of our free and fiery conversations
to suddenly break my heart and the world
in an instance.
(31 03.2025)
How a caring and kind gentleman,
Changed into an indifferent and cold blooded in a short instance.
Why was he so mean to me,
Can't keep the simple fun loving friendship,
His relationship was not everything I need.
Yes, he infected me with his poison affections,
But, he could not destroy me with his treatments.
I wished I knew what has happened to my kind and intelligent friend.
I did not know why the friendship has ended,
Have I done something wrong to cause it.
Despite what had happened to our friendship,
However simple, intense, bitter sweet and short lived.
I treasures the time we were together.
I still remebered the time I knew what happiness was.
After may be the advent of democracy war could grunt
or groan, raising it's smokes or names for instance.
Once more again it may not be the only thing so harking
to show,
when like already new diseases are found everyday
everywhere here wew gingering further to a gloom
grotesque.
Nigeria is under intranet humor emergency:
Maybe a cool war to see the world now through itself,
maybe a cool war to welcome the something whole
heatedly,
maybe a cool war to enjoy a thing of clit and clat.
Why like democracy is also the government of these
machines, they are cool but on me- thought noses,
water is nature and fish and mermaid and stone
and a lot more?.
In an instance I am gone
It is replayed on a loop
Mostly for family
Sometimes for friends
Definitely for exes
It is not always personal
It's random
But sometimes it feels urgent
To avoid pain
Even though pain is inevitable
It is something I can't outrun
But I still feel liberated
Absent from atonement
I only fear for the future
That I will be standing alone
Perhaps standing alone is for
my sanity
Some may disavow
Still I love
And still I disappear
With unwavering loyalty
I hope you take me with openness
I hope your memories nurses
Because in an instance I am gone
Mark gave his honest Instance
Of the very circumstance
In which men kept their distance
From Next-Door Neighbor Constance
Anchoring it in Mischance,
All Adams to take no chance,
As An Embittered Constance
Had thrice shot three from near distance,
Their mouths gaping in Askance,
Even as their hit bodies did a funny dance …
You mark All Adams, An Embittered Constance
After ill-luck in near distance
Is something to mourn like mischance!
for whom thus fulfilled
all dummy justice of men
divine justice then !
The flash of the light
The bang of the sound
The body and bullet caught in an instance of time
The thud on the ground
The smoke disappears into the cold, dead air as does the soul of your life.
The smile in your eyes
The romance in your heart
The sorrows of your mind
The joys of your life
Stripped away by one bullet from my gun, by the sad insanity of our kind.
In this madness of time
In this weird game of life
You lose on this day with your life
I live to see the next fight.
Or we transform
the world at once
or we must
abandon it
for instance
Prevent Instance
What we will need is a preclusion,
Which will always prevent effusion,
And left out,
Without a doubt,
So we can avoid all the confusion.
Jim Horn
Have you ever overcome a distance?
With your cell phone you get voice assistance,
With your cell you get only to listen,
But I know of an instance…
Say you are aware of right now,
Present the unknowing with a how,
Here and over there is together somehow,
It’s this instance that matters to us and deserves a bow,
when I smile unknowingly why,
Or the time I laughed all night,
Remember the comfortable feeling u bring?
How are u aware of this secret to cause me so much grin?
This instance I call it love,
Unaware of why we strive to hear one another,
Or to await your appearance online or other,
Right now in this instance it feels like none other.
Treasure what lies in front of you,
Dreams are right now for you.
Truth is what one feels from you.
It’s an instance from me to you.
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