Sweating buckets in the hot seat, losing the ability to buffer the spaces in-between.
Yet sweating profusely can help you come back fully healed.
However what you are chasing is much further away, and what is chasing you feels much closer.
Like in any race the focus is always on the lead car.
Sending them best wishes and a lot more of hidden evil eyes.
Splash boom, dashed into a spin-out.
Spinning out does not necessarily mean to crash and burn.
Overshooting the corner forces you to reset/rest to gain back control.
Just coasting on the low fumes of synchronicities.
Stress must played in this chaotic times or could just be scrapped ahead in-time.
Just as the chaotic race of life, use that transmuting heat to purify.
Do you think the harder you push the pedal increases the chances to be showered more petals?
Theses small talks echo sounds so sweets, with the upgrades of my venturi tunnels.
I see Vishnu on a car plate and on the tv show, edging me to top gear manually to greater higher performance.
A nail in his thigh, yet onward he goes,
Through fires of labor where no mercy flows.
The crown meant to pierce now hardens to shield,
The pain that once struck becomes what he wields.
The Maker still whispers, “Endure and create,”
While time and the paycheck decide his fate.
He toils through the sparks, through the smoke and the grime,
A martyr of metal, a slave to the time.
Each rusted command, each unspoken demand,
Is forged in his soul by an unseen hand.
Yet out of the ache, the burn, and the bruise,
He shapes a tomorrow he’ll never use.
she feels her mother’s warmth
it is so peaceful here
a heartbeat reverberates
steady and secure
floating in her sanctuary
she softly moves, aware and alert
suddenly...a violent jerk
harsh cold metal..a foreign sensation
then pain...excruciating pain
oh God, she is so helpless!
before she is brutally torn away
from her precious little life
...one last tear
Written on 2/3/2019
Circle of Earth Elements
Air sustains us, providing oxygen for all living things,
Fire is the energy that the radiant sun brings.
Metal a mixture of elements, solid to the core,
Space provides an emptiness, divine mysteries to explore.
Water life’s liquid medicine, fluid home of the unborn,
Woods vegetative properties, give the landscapes adorn.
This circle of earth elements, inanimate substances as such,
All contribute to our planets, magnificent marble's blue crust.
Written: © 3/15/16
Submitted for: Screwed IXV
With a honey-tongue and heart of gall
A coiled serpent poised to strike
Beneath his speech and quiet ways
A beguiling dagger hidden close
With fell deeds and a heart of hate
A mind of metal, a soul of steel
Poisoned words, venom sweet
Illusions are not often real
Tongue submissive, spirit bold
Dark as a secret left untold
A greater lord, a greater thane
Who shall be ruler once again
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