By Poet.... "Haven hide me safe and sound. Far away from this cruel world. Give me peace of mind and body."
The story of my haven,
as I ran from the huge raven.
Was I living in a cave-in?
Life's pictures have been hung with a cloth pin.
The huge raven represents life,
the cave-in represents midlife.
Where did life go?
Time had no flow,
no more glow.
All the time I was low,
I just wanted to live and to grow.
Hiding in my safe haven covered with snow,
I now watch TV and a new game show.
A vagabond of despond
With nowhere left to belong
He wandered beneath the sun above
Still searching for a tender soul to love
For so long, he flew from place to place
Hoping to find a heart that would embrace
The fragile soul he carried within
The wounded heart beneath his skin
But rejected and neglected time after time
He slowly lost his reason to fly
He slept through the warmth of the daytime
And lay beneath the stars at nighttime
Alone with his sorrow, hidden in the shadow
He thought that he was better off alone
The dove that once searched for someone to love
Slowly grew darker beneath the moon above
Down below, he became cold as snow
The once soft dove, now a terrifying crow
The only thing he could do was bow
And pray to God to free him from his woe
Marks can get you a degree or fame, But life doesn't play the same game. You memorize laws, quote the rules Still stumble when life bends the tools You can top every subject and win every race, Yet still lose direction in life’s lonely maze. You chase good grades because that’s what they praise, Yet no one teaches how to survive the hard days. You polished essays, following every rule But life has no syllabus and that’s it’s cruelest rule When the bills knock hard or the gas stove sparks, No one ask’s u about your calculus flair They'll ask you to mend what life tears apart, Not just recite what you've learnt by heart. They'll need you to fix a flat tire's plight, or cook a roti when the stove's not right. So, focus on skills that truly matter, Not just chapters that make your grades flatter. The answers that matter don't come from a page, They find you somewhere between fear and age Perhaps, Books may give you a career or name, But only wisdom teaches you how to play life's game. - MOKSHA JAIN
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i know of silver effort special
fishermen who
wish for only evil wizard gold
to go dying out with
bitter bronzing drops let loose
from cold and aging
distant sister suns
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honorary scrub jays rave on
glad as march hare batters up
for swinging cut up snakes around like
weightless bags of army men in
throes of hammers stoned a-
gain and wheat-filled
grounded rapture
Wolves are said to work in packs
For apex they are
They plan and hack
Giving a group's scar
There exists wolves
Who work alone
Are called lone
And always hone
In the snow they meet a raven
Not a wolf but a new family
The presence later feels like heaven
Quite different but have a simile
They eat together
Never think to harm
They live separately
But together believe in calm
They are inseparable
They trust each other
The bond is not blood
But they thrive forever
They bond and hunt
And do it together
The forest fears them
And it passes to generations, dear
Invasions I fear
How good am I with the sword?
I protect brown skin
There is a Poe and raven no one knew
They were deeply in cahoots, these two
Telltale heart was unknown by Poe
But raven had a mind of glow
His ideas were stolen by his master
Poe’s mind was slick like alabaster
In the night he would urge raven awake
For his own sake, for his own sake
For raven was the brilliant poet in fact
Few know this, but I found an artifact
A diary of raven that holds the truth of this
Poe stole raven’s ideas, knowing they were bliss
Ravens from mountain tops to our roofs,
are endlessly resourceful, playful and intelligent.
Much larger than crows and have a deep croaky voices,
skilled aerialists, doing rolls and flying upside down.
They mate for life and are affectionate and emotional,
named one Hoppy 'cause he hops on one leg.
Where the motorcycles were parked and the shots rang
Where my young lover lay, face cold and awful pale
Where I laid him in his coffin, the smog mugged me of breath
Where the hail from the black clouds came faster than tears
Where molds grew their families right where I lost mine
Where the saga ended itself, but the smoke wouldn't go
When I spoke on his behalf to the scowling Justice
When the raven cloud formed right above my scalp
When his killer left shackeless, blood still on his hands
When the single cloud formed a bowl of twists and tumbles
When a black cloud ripped me of my skin, my heart, my mind
When I gripped his remains, hands tight like bolts, and began to whisper:
"Embrace the void."
I once got turned down by a female raven
She didn't like the way I was behavin'
Was it something that I said...
when we sat on the bed?
Nah, twas the mouse that ran by she was cravin'
Keening witches in the dunes
raven tresses gemmed with salt
crystal droplets twined in crowns.
Haunted chants ice the air
Boats sway on fragrant surf.
Ancient calling as dead stir
Bare shores greet ash flakes
Imprints etched of hidden souls
to engrave a memory shorn.
In 1969 Halloween night was way beyond creepy.
The moon seemed evil, I got almost weepy
At the age of seventeen, this was rare for me indeed
Poe and his raven visited me, this was the final seed.
I felt intimidated now, why was a famous poet here?
He told me to relax, called me his darling little dear.
Told me that one day I would be writing poems too.
This did not help me. I was seventeen, determined to be blue.
Hey I love you
God Loves you too
He loves me too
We are loved
and we are best friends
I met a bunch of people
They are all my best friends
I have unlimited best friends
I know we are all Jesus best friends
He loves us all so much
He died for us all
He is God also my Best friend and Your Best friend too Our best friend Loves us all
Truth is we will all be united in eternity
we will be singing with Joy from how amazing it will be
all of this life we had no idea how great it will be to be with God forever
I remember a place before I was created after I am gone
a place of Love where Love sustains
I Love you
we are family
Jesus Loves you
I Love Jesus
Jesus Loves me
hills of gold and silver
they mean nothing to me
Jesus love means everything
Trust in Jesus he cares for you
He died for you
even if I die alone
I am never alone cause I have Jesus
Before a looking glass
where butterflies whirl
and fan iridescence,
a party girl sways
pearlesque beads
entwined in raven ringlets.
Crooked candlelight
gasps and gutters
amid spectral murmurs.
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