Tonight red will hit floor, the soul will become one with the wind, The silent screams will halt and become the thank god of everyone around.
Tonight your wish will be granted and the ashes will soon turn to the hour glass, fading away will be the memory of all this figment of imagination has been
Stuck for eternity in the fire outweighing the everlasting hurricane called thought. The voice has already disappeared. Soon of her existence the world will be cured
I stand before the ocean
a lone beacon
enduring the crash
of relentless waves
absorbing their hidden secrets
Weighted whispered woes
and carried calls for compassion
wear on fragile shoulders
gritting truth behind a smile
where withering resilience hides
Navigating the intentions
of those with insatiable thirst
narcissists crave to drain
the vulnerable empath
standing alone in constant company
Lightly treading depths
lost in a running river
I can walk away
but stay submerged
as boundaries dissolve
An empath has no option
dwelling in cores beneath spongy skin
innately woven in veins
flowing with the essence of others
outweighing mere empathy
Yet, beyond colliding tides
a distant, soothing glow
from a familiar lighthouse
emits an ease of missing peace
A suffering human
aches to be known
by those who know
Hushed in a fugue
of Alpaca wool and rising resin
he sits on a stump
the relic legs of a mighty giant
hewn beneath the axeman's blade
its ageless corpse decays
sending up those honey notes
a whispering viola song
he stretches a bare arm from
the wool mist
reaches out, caresses a violet
newly woken from the mud
offers with a tender touch
some juxtaposed thanks
then plucks
lifts it up between two pages
shuts the book
violet pressed by poetry
he breathes a sigh
contended cloud billows
long and white
mingling with the soily musk
There's rose on his cheeks
love in his chest;
the warmth outweighs the chill
I knew her once,
But it was a long time ago.
Yet she knew me better,
Than my own ego.
I knew her once,
With few memories to pass.
Though her beauty and elegance,
Remained with her class.
I knew her once,
Realizing it wouldn't work.
As failure became manifest,
Outweighing any perk.
I knew her once,
Well enough to leave a mark.
One that couldn't be erased,
And never create a spark.
I knew her once,
When she was beyond any rage.
Where a calm and measured jury,
Would convict any age.
I knew her once,
Before my love could be free.
Only to doubt it would return,
And if it did . . . empty?
I knew her once,
While sharing great pain.
Though sadly, little joy,
As if an unsightly stain.
I knew her once,
Yet when it was over, we were broke.
While traveling separate ways,
As if all a big joke.
I knew her once,
And that once was enough.
Since I couldn't take anymore,
I'm just not that tough.
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
Healthy Earth soil
restoring therapeutic justice
for contented health-seeking systems,
peacefully compassioning
nonviolently communicating souls,
Wanting empowerment
and empathic enlightenment
but needing non-nihilistic,
not competitively denialistic,
not reductively deductive monopolistic
capitalistic over-plowed illness
outweighing cooperative wellness,
More open to culture
and climate conversations,
recreative creolizing co-optations
advocating health and safety
for our NonZero Zone designing
and developing
and deliciously soiled sacred Souls.
What has no price
holds little value
Sweat and tears
—outweighing gold
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Twenty five years
Of togetherness
A pretty long duration
Doesn’t it call for some celebration?”
She looks at him for approval
“Of course, it does
But there’s the eclipse
Demanding austerity
You see.
Can’t do anything
Otherwise I too
Wanted to raise a din”
He responds
She smiles....
Both looking in different ways
At Fate's guile
Celestial happening
Or a terrestrial shadow
Lurking in the background?
Twenty five eclipsed
With a dot in between
A mere two and a half years
Of knowing
Can it really bring
So much happiness
Outweighing 25 years
Of togetherness?
She gets busy
In household chores
He too turns around
Yearning for more.....
Marital bliss intact
After all
Who knows the secrecy pact
There’s the missing point
Between two and five
A beautiful joint.
love is a flash of a news
love outweigh the news
love outweigh the flash of the news
news outweigh the news of a flash
news outweigh the news of love
a news of flash is a news of love
outweigh is outweighing a flash of a news
sensation is sensation of a flash
sensation is sensation of a news
sensation is a news flash sensation
sensation is a news flash love
sensation is outweighing sensation to its news
sensation is outweighing sensation to its love
sensation is outweighing sensation to its flash of love
love is a flash of sensation
love is a flash of a flashing sensation
love is a flash of a flashing news sensation
the love of sensation is the love of the news
the love of sensation is the love of a flashing news
a flash of sensation is a flash of a news
a flashing flash is a flash of a flashing love
Today, i did get one year older...
Not anymore like a little toddler..
Right unto my two shoulders..
Not pebbles; nor stones; nor even boulders..
Boulders, not of familial responsibilities..
Rather it's outweighing my uncertainties..
Focusing myself to assets not of liabilities..
Uncovering, realizing my possibilities...
Vaguely maybe our future..
It's alright: soon it will be cleared as pictures..
Strong and aggressively acts like vultures..
I am more than them, as I am God's creature..
Distractions; ammunition alienation..
I do not agree even to imitation..
Continuously breathing in exaltation..
I do not mind if I'll be in exhaustion..
I denounce anything primal..
Yet, i still pray for all criminal..
Sometimes, i use to cope by denial..
Surpassing with all my might from any trial..
The love with in me is too compelling..
I can not stop cause I'm too willing..
As high as the enlightened ceiling.
I will respond politely and bravely to any calling...
Everyday is a battleground, I fight for every breath,
struggling to keep the pain of life from outweighing the finality of death.
Monotonous repetition
“I want, I want”
The faces begin to blur
Features eventually disappear
Their voices, now a constant buzz
Outweighing his thoughts
The only other sound he hears is the ever slowing ticks of time,
Inescapable.
His life has become
A faded numbness,
A passionless spiral of motions
Tick, tick.
What lies beneath his sullen shell?
Tattered camo memories
or the loss of a love true?
She wonders, sitting in the corner booth.
Say whatever you want to say,
Explaining how you feel inside;
X-rated rants, that make men hide
Underneath the covers all day.
A bone shaking, back breaking stay,
Luring me to your trap, when wide,
Instantly making my pen glide,
Zestfully, where ever it may.
Appealing to body and soul,
This activity brings us joy.
Instincts begin to play their role,
Outweighing the need to be coy.
Near the end, I reveal my goal,
Savoring the skill of my ploy.
eventually, you have to give back
for something that you took
when you're totaling up the ledger
numbers in your account book
the columns are too long
no mathematical symmetry
debits outweighing credits
if you took more than you need
I'm not saying
I didn't see you flinch
I'm not saying
you weren't there in a pinch
I'm not saying
you didn't budge an inch
all I'm saying
is it shouldn't end like this
one too many times
one too many times
you have stepped on my feet
stabbed me in the back
and made me out to be the fool that i am not
two too many times
two too many times
you have made me cry
made my head hurt with thoughts of your lies
now i feel like the idiot that i wasn't born to be
three too many times
three too many times
you have made my soul wished that i had never met you
now all i have is bad thoughts outweighing the good
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