Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end.
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due
to her lack of reality.
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging.
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch .
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences
The formulas to be remenised
The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes
Detailing the need of men
To procreate
when analysis
while walking in palaces
many callouses
One's unending greed to built palaces on earth at any cost
Succeeds in building dungeon in hell's domain for his soul!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 January 2021
SARAJEVO - CITY OF PALACES
Each hall in every palace is a death
that's been for cen'tries; never ask it why;
it leads the hearts of men, in ev'ry breath
to join the call to arms, and go to die.
and what has led them on is what's been willed
to handed down, and what's been going on;
the shackles then are forged, the cup is filled
to overflowing with each troubled dawn.
Why else but Sarajevo is the cause?
Division of a way of life they live,
if you should ask them why, they say it was,
and so it is; it's all that life can give.
The beauty that was Sarajevo's charm
will come and go with every call to arm.
© Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron Wilson
The ocean keeps us apart
Like shackles tying us to the Earth
They cannot bind us forever,
Sweetheart,
Close your eyes... can you see me?
Hold out your hand... can you feel me?
When you part your lips... can you taste me?
Sweetheart,
In my head the science is simple
What are the coordinates? ...Here.
And the time? ...Now.
The ocean keeps us apart
But under the stars we remain together.
1.30.2013
STONE PALACES OF SARAJEVO - 1995
If you must touch me in your way,
my deepest part no one has known,
you'll find more things than I can say
explaining why I've been alone.
Through Sarajevo, can we smile
when every heart is made of stone?
Though mine's been empty for a while
where one day flowers might have grown.
There's still a bit of hope in me
reflecting love I've never known,
and if you find it, you will see,
God's meant us not to be alone.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
SARAJEVO - CITY OF PALACES
Each hall in every palace is a death
that's been for cen'tries; never ask it why;
it leads the hearts of men, in ev'ry breath
to join the call to arms, and go to die.
and what has led them on is what's been willed
to handed down, and what's been going on;
the shackles then are forged, the cup is filled
to overflowing with each troubled dawn.
Why else but Sarajevo is the cause?
Division of a way of life they live,
if you should ask them why, they say it was,
and so it is; it's all that life can give.
The beauty that was Sarajevo's charm
will come and go with every call to arm.
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