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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang gliding sparrows then. They dive to skies unseen. Whilst horses in cars kick out no fumes as fumes belong to plates of rotting peas in a disorganised kitchen. Speeches from a rhino make the bees tap dance. But when trapping an ant one must place a teaspoon to entice. Moonlit menagerie many monsters moving. *** armament aflame. *** antacid alter *** clandestine cinemas *** luminous .... Meetings part two....Circular wisdom robotic wisdom of a once well fed leaf. Orangutans race across the well placed floors of a once dusty landscapes when acrid moons sip a passing juice of sea bud. The flares from a dome can be found in worldwide chains. But never let it be said that upon mastery of sun chiming the turning flame could alter even the most dormant of chasm. Thus releasing the glows. Ejecting powerfully with great force. In a constant ever increasing united wave. Fathom not a thread. It is to be of great peril. As balance and footsteps are very carefully counted by a nine metre sea slug who buries items if antiquity on a beach. Often during a sandstorm. A reason unsaid is a goblin ghost. Woo woo nightshade collapse. So go paint a plant then. Several sheets of toilet paper are often akin to paperwork in print. Circulating a very stale air. All pop. Yogurt pots are empty. Please do fill yet no film is of the fodder of the diet of royals. And royalties are only marginally accepted by crafting a large diagram of a field to delay deliveries. Justice delivered in a strawberry jam. Strawberries are the wisest fruit. Dance with a heifer, a snake, and a very wise stripy frog. Erogenously placed power porks pickling places potently. When a free bird cackles. As a bud erupts. Volcanic arts in a sky. Xx radiation xx branches *** during dinner dance do *** culminated clapping clam xx and healing hippos plus 48% of a dangling dandelion in a sarong. Xx fashionable. *** dutiful deity. *** horsemen hounds. *** tea sedation *** representation *** oink oink oink b 4 q
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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang gliding sparrows then. They dive to skies unseen. Whilst horses in cars kick out no fumes as fumes belong to plates of rotting peas in a disorganised kitchen. Speeches from a rhino make the bees tap dance. But when trapping an ant one must place a teaspoon to entice. Moonlit menagerie many monsters moving. *** armament aflame. *** antacid alter *** clandestine cinemas *** luminous .... Meetings part two....Circular wisdom robotic wisdom of a once well fed leaf. Orangutans race across the well placed floors of a once dusty landscapes when acrid moons sip a passing juice of sea bud. The flares from a dome can be found in worldwide chains. But never let it be said that upon mastery of sun chiming the turning flame could alter even the most dormant of chasm. Thus releasing the glows. Ejecting powerfully with great force. In a constant ever increasing united wave. Fathom not a thread. It is to be of great peril. As balance and footsteps are very carefully counted by a nine metre sea slug who buries items if antiquity on a beach. Often during a sandstorm. A reason unsaid is a goblin ghost. Woo woo nightshade collapse. So go paint a plant then. Several sheets of toilet paper are often akin to paperwork in print. Circulating a very stale air. All pop. Yogurt pots are empty. Please do fill yet no film is of the fodder of the diet of royals. And royalties are only marginally accepted by crafting a large diagram of a field to delay deliveries. Justice delivered in a strawberry jam. Strawberries are the wisest fruit. Dance with a heifer, a snake, and a very wise stripy frog. Erogenously placed power porks pickling places potently. When a free bird cackles. As a bud erupts. Volcanic arts in a sky. Xx radiation xx branches *** during dinner dance do *** culminated clapping clam xx and healing hippos plus 48% of a dangling dandelion in a sarong. Xx fashionable. *** dutiful deity. *** horsemen hounds. *** tea sedation *** representation *** oink oink oink b 4 q
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A prudent man walked intoxicatedly inside the temple gate
He sits on the door steps and hang his head shamefully
between his legs and whistle a somber tune.
The skillfully crafted temple hoisted on the outskirt of town
Once served as a pinnacle of hope now stands empty exposing signs of doom.
Thousand of spiritual warriors, carnal minded and material minded sinners
once paraded the corridors of the disfigured temple
Bathing in the spirit and dancing vigorously to musical songs.
I watched him lamenting in grief unable to hold back the tears
He held his hands towards the heavens and cried out loudly in despair.
Suddenly the day breaks ironing guilt upon shameless faces
Mocking perishing souls, smothering wounded hearts
And repudiating punctured bleeding vessels in the pews.
The blistered irony resonates from the pulpit
Spewing liquor, intoxicating believers and driving away strangers.
Age old rocks buried deep beneath the kingdom of doom
playing rock and roll at the piano and mumbling scores of honor.
It dribbles and drops, dribbles and drops until it finally made a stop.
Dozens of mighty men hang high up on the pulpit
Filthy hands, disdained hearts and treacherous ways.
They have blemished the pulpit and mutilated the pew.
Sin drapes like gangster in suits crawling under skirts
riding on collars ejecting deceptive agony
in the pews and turned the congregation into a bitter gall.
I sat in the pews for years listening to their stories
watching the endless drama pushing and shoving
bad mouthing and back stabbing and them praising their God
While unseemly retribution creeps silently upon their doorsteps.
Blinded by their own tyranny frighted by their own thoughts
Sunday after Sunday they flock the temple seeking for something that wasn't there
Suddenly a strange sensation ripped through the atmosphere
Pulling saints off their feet
And scattering material minded people in the streets.
©2014 Christine Phillips
The years passes quickly and my heart kept holding on to something profound and an age old practice refused to leave the town; my heart cannot say goodbye for upon it your destiny lies.
Morning cracks the notorious code and spill the beans all over the road and since then the dreams stall in the tree and everyone starts making mockery of me, they are trying to sink my dreams to the bottom of the sea but nature is still looking out for me and time will set me free.
Year whose sins are pack with greed kept moving at an indefinite speed, sometimes the days are rupture in the sun and the months are lost in time but I kept holding on to life. Sometimes if feels as if no-one is there and my heart began to fear. I see missiles parachuting in the sky and clouds yonder bellowing with smokes and spitting fire out of its throat, while and the sea opens its gut but the universe declines to shut.
Warring years locked up in a vault in the ocean come and unlock the spirit of the living and dead, and roll back the cruse in the sea before it has the better of thee; it has been there for a thousand years ejecting chaos in the atmosphere, the ancestors have left it there, with instructions to open it in a specific year and it must be done before the end of the year or your sorrows will doubled and your miseries will never leave you.Open the vault at the bottom of the sea and set millions of souls free.
The substance that is grounded in the earth will start moving with the dirt, move to a place of safety and conquer the dust of time and you will have freedom in your mind.
My soul is shaking with the ground and all the lost sheep are already found, my inner soul is praying for thee and I want to see everyone happy but my dreams kept floating on the sea, please make haste to rescue me.
Lost years make music in my ear and the sorrows we feel are real but life as provide the perfect shield, and the pains we feel
Will soon disappear as memory fades with the fleeting years.
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Mom: My Beauteous Lucky Charm
I came alone in this beautiful world,
And I have to leave this world alone.
Nowhere in this journey of life I wanna lack,
I have to live the life with its full spirit and wanna carry happiness in my sack!
Refreshing the moments when,
Two souls flamed in passion of love.
Merging the sperm and ovum.
Formation of egg, Resulting into a developed embryo,
They Created me!
Irritating my mom right from the start,
Ejecting me out and my mom is in pain.
Getting emotional around,
Both of us burst out in tears.
Sorry Mom I won't hurt you again!
Its the feeling which nobody can damn understand.
Connecting me around herself,
Introducing me with my dad,
Whatsoever I just love my Mom.
She is the one who caressed me,
She is the one who cuddled me.
She is one who actively participated in my activities,
She is the one who holded me happily ever.
She is the one who made me strong enough to tackle the things,
She is one who supported me when I need it.
Encouraged me, My energizer,
Dramatically she is the one who made me laugh when I am sad.
Thanks mom for whatever you, kind-heartedly shower!
When the moon fades, She started my day with a bright sunshine,
She never wanted to leave me alone.
She is one who gifted me my younger brother,
She is the one who taught me to value relationship.
She is one who controlled my patience when l am flaming in aggression,
Feeling glad to be a part of your soul.
Ferociously I flowed in your love,
Thanks Mom, As You bestowed priceless gift of blessings!
Her expectations l just wanna fulfil,
But be yourself, I pray god.
Don't change yourself according to the circumstances,
She is the one who tried to mould herself when the entire family is in sustained pain.
Hugging you, Releasing my thoughts,
Wanted you to be mine , My Sweetest Mom ever.
By Madhavi
balls games and bulls
" oh dear and oh no....the elephants are going to the ball game"......speaking clicking clock cloth tells the time but never yells for yelling is a yearling and yearlings never argue with a pistol pineapple on a journey to a bean bowl with a bag of fruit gums. Game then. G h f a finals. Ding dong beep final score. Booming. Tambourine tannoy system ejecting electric void of voice. And a void is a vision and s vision from a village is locating a very large mongoose which visits a local inn and gets drunk. It is the pretty pastel cows in a line. It is the wildness of a bedroom in a bank. But the belching from a bull omits a terror previously reserved for wrapped up tacos in a desert hole. No more is the money dancing to a fine tune. Adjusting adjudicators accurately announce armies. And admission to a spectacle of a nine mile breakfast plate has gone gone gone in a record sell out that kisses a kind cloud. Club chests chant class. And a classical calm from a spinning vibration from a thin slice of toast. Hahah before the end is a cake in a car. But careless carcass causes cake to explode. No ha to that. Of which way is a water wand? Two times north equals south and south is busy chatting to an east but a west is too busy. In bustier businesses. Bring no baby sea lion to a mountain range. And always walk carefully in a light breeze from a light bulb in a bulletin. Un en dc k lie and a swerve dive makes a mission. For mules. Ten times a chicken divided by a spoon equals? And a laughing anarchical lollipop arrives. Hahahahahahahahha.......and a mysterious marshy rock visiting in a singular dingy. Wave. xxxxxxxx 1 2 3 4 industrialization z z z z z z z z z Z.
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I walked knowingly into the trap
as a boat sails over Charybdis.
Afraid of showing tell-tale marks
up and down my arms.
I gave in to the lesser evil,
went astray, searching indiscriminately for an escape.
My search lead me to a certain type of website.
Taking refuge in my libido,
I removed my clothes, alone.
My body laid bare, for the asking.
My hands requesting to obediently serve,
on anonymous screens, no compensation required.
A grave and pendulous weight dragging between my legs.
The cucumbersome weight of my cathartic defilement.
A diseased organ between my ears.
Caught in that black hole,
my soul’s spaghettification.
Time wore on, the unseen eyes multiplying.
Demands getting out of hand,
stretching even the limits of my self-destruction.
“It’s 1:30 pm, gimme some lunch.”
“It’s 7:30 pm, I’ve got a sweet tooth.”
“It’s 11:30 pm, show me a story?”
“It’s 3:15 am, help me get some sleep?”
Even my pain drained away from me,
as my insides had, without count.
My soul, also ejecting away from me in fragments.
The catharsis transmuted into self-hate,
and so the coil twisted tighter,
I’d mistaken that numbness for catharsis.
Piece by piece becoming a useful, well used vessel.
A brush with death saved my life.
Seizing my mind and body
in every sense I could illustrate.
A convalescence began, seeding love.
My once desolate heart, fallowed, now fertile.
Love now sustains me. Though I’m a vessel still,
but now for healing, knowing shame intimately, without terror.
I bring it into the light, letting compassion overflow.
Cycling forward to completeness once more, finally whole again.
and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing a work surface is often best using traffic lights, zebra crossings and highlighted roadway maps. It is imperative to firm a very tight organised congestion. With cups to the left and glasses to the right the secret glow of gravity gravy is smiling at the floor. Yet shudders at the arriving sponge. Nodding. Nimble are the beetle bugs. Ooh a ballroom dancing spectacle for earthworms writing in packeted slices. Wow. Earthly eradication ejecting evil evolutionary evidence. But it could be said that dressing very casually is not the same as dressing in a greasy tissue. Fabulous isn't it? Queen gong on a long skinny street picks up a steeple and canters away. A catalogued misted mispronounced misprint of a moonlit mortal. Brighter is the bay before beauty bathes. And a beating bear brings bassist and bongos. Fantastical notions of a citronella cube. Formations frown upon upside down house bricks. And hot housework in leopard attire.whirling. A bun in a jar is neither a jar a bar or a bream in a stream. Straightforward structure strengthened strategy. And a large-scale looking leaking leaning lover. Haha now bake. Hahaha and bring a small frog and a little linguistic fish. Giggle then. Hehe head hornets. Xxxx constitutionalism z that was p y Q reporting on the corner from the facts. X
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Chaos
And if on the Murrow man forget his brothers, nourishing a machine and neglect his own skin,
Not stargazing, not moon sighting and leaving on the side track do man make of the fate of nature,
If only just one moon in years I'm I allow to see with my lover,
Locking hands, and if only once in a century do sun shine on us,
Then amidst all this chaos, not caring is all we have to be.
Chaos
Homage to the beginning of man, his curiosity,
I pay my homage to the art of innovation.
And if on twilight, man no more cares about his woes, pain and man forget to nourish his dreams,
And if watching by the side line is my fate.
Then amidst all this chaos, not caring is all I have to be.
Culture
At this beautiful evening now,
We are cultivating culture of light,
This light is gift of God is adorable,
Beauty has defined justice of joy,
When a snowman winks his eyes of coal and from their windows children know
Magic's in the air.
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Vultures of prey, stopping, ejecting their catch of the day.
We watched from a hillside, a vast world away Through the trees, down the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where hosts greet each guest as the day stretches on.
Wearing coats with long tails, ... red satin vests, and with proof on lapels, of fortune and wealth.
Too rich for our blood, and we are flooded with awe
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Poetic Duel.
Your nothing but a nobody
Tryin’ to step to somebody
Swaggerin’ with your bling-bling glistening’ in the shade
Sportin’ last year’s Jordan’s with untied laces
Spittin’ venom and ejecting weak game
Day dreamin’ fantasies…talkin’ jive
Pushin’ hard to be my hero
Camouflaging deceit drippin’ out of your grill
Your fizzle drizzled when I found out you didn’t have a nickel
Revelation you’re a counterfeit, a lonely cowardly zero
Standing like a canine waitin’ for its lay
Standing tall, howlin’ at the moon
When the steel the rubber hit the road you shiver like a poodle
You’re trifflin’ and petty
And bets believe every dog have its day
Your spine jellin’ like a noodle
It's time for you to pay!
Pay for all the crimes that occupied the night
That robbed babies emotionally from their mothers
With the lies, they gullibly bite
Because of your smooth ways they believed the hype
Reversing roles
Your gangster is undercover
Of a bully that takes flight
A mingy mutt tryin’ to front like a dime
Driving a hooptie, like a hustler off dutie
With your lame rap and lies
From humanity and righteousness, you went astray
Spreading disease and vileness like a wild bouquet
Bow down to the judgment
It's time to pay!