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Every crack in the ceiling,
dries up every river of dreams.
When idle eyes can't view their skies,
wadi minds flood over with schemes.
And every hole in the floors
becomes a bottomless well,
where loveless hearts go wishless,
dry up in a dusty old hell.
The mission bells may toll and toll,
but our dungeons, they fill and fill.
Sweet flowers off the garden path,
wither away for want of will.
Categories:
wishless, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Mew Nexican Might
This might not make sense
This isn’t even close to the end of my rope
This love might be lost in your rinse
Our presence is shattered as is remaining hope
Show me your strength
My callused queen
Show me your short ropes length
Tell me what those words even mean
Am I wishless?
Am I hopeless?
We are lost causes,
We are indifference. We are lovelessness.
We are children of the plague.
We are nothing
Anymore.
end.
Categories:
wishless, confusion, crazy, sleep,
Form: Free verse
A single wish granted
What would you choose
Stop global warming
Have unlimited booze
Take away the heavens
Hell would be no more
Be forever rich
Stop the Iraq war
Make someone love you
Take a trip every day
A city under the sea
Forever young you stay
Remove poverty
Politicians don't lie
Cures for the diseases
Maybe, no one cries
Restore the economy
Go back into the past
Jump into the future
Smiles that always last
Protect the animals
Unlimited food for all
Crime doesn't exist
Hating takes a fall
It doesn't really matter
There's no genie to fulfill
What we can't do
With our own free will.
Categories:
wishless, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
If we were to melt the iron clouds
to a molten metal mist
We would ignite in a blink of an eye
under sparks from a midnight kiss
If we were to swim the Pacific, the blue
wrapping the rip currents raw
We would breathe water, crystal cold water
filling our lungs up in awe
If we were to swing from passionate prose
star to star hopping elite
We would illuminate silver slicked skies
from the moment the air touched our feet
If we were to fall into love, like we do
washing the slate down the drain
We would be wishless, soul satisfied
and determined to ever remain.
Categories:
wishless, happiness, imagination, life, love,
Form: Quatrain