What makes-mean to whom my solitary,
Who don't face it ,that I encounter,
In every day I die in thousands poetry,
Where who don't care about this shouter.
Wish! I live, die in a moment-mere
That put-on blanket of white-pleasure,
But what the means of this tear
That who haven't weap time-leisure.
Everywhere seek no find,no words,
Express in this I'm feeling solitude,
Interpretion hide in event weirds
Reveal that ,don't care about multitude.
What care about world if this mild,
Live in it,it's my thoughts wild.
Only Weirdos and Odd Balls
Wirdos and odd balls Trump represent;
Those in jail for time short or long stint;
Have hair stringy,
Or totally dingy
Only ones who he could obtain consent.
Jim Horn
My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time,
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a vested interest in,
Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade,
The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion
Shall wash and sink this mind in murky shades.
Immortal dyes Arachne used to draw,
(While mortals die unraveled, naked, sheared)
Her strings contested Nature’s with their awe,
Art’s golden wool outwears the looming Weirds.
This trunk of life is tailored for a fashion,
Yet timeless wove is art’s transcendent passion.
An art, be it acquired or simply hereditary,
Putting vivid thoughts into exquisite words,
Magician's tricky stick, poet's addiction is poetry,
Cultivated experiences of heartfelt sweet weirds,
Music of life, unsung songs, skill of warriors' swords !
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Yesterday's Frenzy
Caught in the sunny solitude
While on the coastal beach of lauretol
You were the enchanted princess
And i was innocent
Blushing in your frisson
Basking in the magical tent of the sunlight
Gazing at your Extremities
strolling past the succulence; yet you found me faultless
Before i dauted my pride
Memories of the crispy breeze made a scene of your
sinuos hair
But justice stood afar
As i prooved it, sliding through the Ocean tide
Melting away at night on your horrizon
Which caresses the stars in the sky
I persisted, forgetting the weirds
and wearies of our time
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