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Thunderstorm

Treacherous drops, millions all at one time, 
High and low, ferociously banging on tin rooftops 
Unifying into ponds in deep crevices of grime, 
Never ceasing to flood the farmers field of crops
Drenching everything in sight from daytime to nighttime 
Eventually culminating with ferocious roars over mountaintops, 
Raging across the sky while the flashing of electric light never stops. 
Suddenly, as though by some invisible curtain,  
The intoxicating, earthly aroma of rainfall gone, 
Over downy clouds, blue skies decide to peek through for certain,
‘Round the treetops, chirping and singing carries on 
Meanwhile the sun resumes its duty to shed its glow at dawn.

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Winds

The cool autumn breeze
Exhaling its frosty breath
Straight into my ears.

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I Believe

I believe in beautiful mornings,
Lapis lazuli skies,
Cotton ball clouds,
Waking up slowly,
Feeling the lovely warmth,
More ardent than a trillion suns,
Emanating from the person beside you,
As you can’t help it
But embrace the small of their back.

I believe in dusk,
Sunsets of roses and tulips,
Red, pink, orange, purple.
I believe in star shine,
Coal-black nights,
Pierced by billions of stars,
Precious sparkling ores and gems,
Surrounding a crescent moon,
Like a smile amid the darkness,
But still finding it not as wonderful
As the way they smile
When you gingerly caress their face.

I believe in beauty,
The beauty of nature,
The beauty of the world.
But it isn’t nearly as wonderful
As when you have someone 
To share it with.

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Too Much

“Make something of yourself,” they say
“You need to make yourself known,” they say
“Doing well isn’t good enough,” they say
“Run for every leadership position you can,” they say
“You need to be top dog,” they say


It’s been this way for years now
Enforcing such daft expectations
Thinking it will immortalize you,
Make you an inspirational figure
For future generations,
Turn you into someone
Respected by all

Operating under a fragile conviction
That they are molding you
Into somebody special,
Somebody who will have
Wealth and recognition,
Marble busts in foyers
Fancy portraits above fireplaces,
Somebody who will be
An untouchable,
Godly legend
Of utter and untold greatness

Why can’t they see it?
That for some of us,
It is a total impossibility
To reach such a status,
A status which places
Your name,
Your face,
Next to those
That western culture
Holds sacred above all others

Why can’t they understand
That some of us
Can easily get along 
Without having power,
That some of us
Merely yearn for nothing more
Than a decent living,
A peaceful existence,
An ordinary life?

When will it be known 
That some people
Do not desire
Fame and fortune?

When will they learn
That for some of us,
It would simply be
Too much?

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Summer Nights

I smother my face 
In the coolness of the nighttime breeze,
Gently chafing my cheeks
Singing its nocturnal lullaby,
And the soft creaking of my rocking chair
Adding to the melody

I watch 
As what remains of the warm amber glow 
Gradually begins to fade
Into the darkness 
Of indigos and violets

I then start to notice 
The routinely chain of events unraveling
From the corner of my eye

Brief, minuscule bursts
Of bright green light
Infiltrate the air, grass and trees
All around

The indifference 
Of a thousand chirps
Emanate from the encompassing world
Advising me to give in
To my arising slumberous tendencies


I obey.


A loud rustling 
Jolts me from my state
And I awaken, startled
As a vast shadow 
Startlingly bursts through
From, precisely,  nowhere

My dazed self,
Now petrified by 
The utter incomprehensibility
Of the moment,
Fails to notice
The stern gaze
Of the newly present owl 
Observing me

Hesitant in my movements,
I timidly turn my head
Towards the beast,
Its eyes burn yellow
With the simple notion
Of true reality

I gaze back,
Intimidated,
The creature’s knowledge
Utterly overwhelming

I soon realize
That I needn’t to ask 
A thing of it,
For it carried the wealth
Of a million lifetimes,

It knew
The answer to every question,
Any ponderous thought
That has ever been inquired
By man

This singular creature
Apathetically diminished
Any sense of superiority

But
From my first blink 
In what seemed a fortnight,
It vanished
Along with
Its looming insight.

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Wishful Thinking

If only,
If only,
If only,

Such words
Such words are repeated daily
As ordinary people grow unhappy
With the world,
With others,
And with themselves,

“If only they would just understand,
If only I had acted more intelligently,
If only this had never happened,
If only I were given the chance,
If only they had allowed me,
If only I ever had the courage,
If only the world were not such a cruel place,
If only they loved me back,
If only I loved myself.”

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Angelus Novus

My eyes
Inseparably focused 
On the plain, colorless canvas
And yet
Still ideating
A bright, elucidating palette,

The golden curls
Falling over the strong, pensive face
Shown glancing 
At something unseen,

“Oh,” I wonder,
“What might it be that fixates you so?”
Do you heed caution?
Perhaps an undisclosed epiphany?
Or is it fear
Which makes your broad jaw drop?

The great, big arms
Spread wide open
Like a pair of ivory wings
To either assist
In advancing
Or eluding,

Have you shared this secret
With another?
Else, it is your intention
To keep silent
And allow time
To take its turbulent course.

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Reflection

People always tell me that I look alright,
That my visage is a very pleasant sight,
But why, then, when I look at my reflection,
Do I only see a monstrous complexion?

I try telling myself that this isn’t true,
For I know I have it better than most do,
And when I look around to see their faces
I know I must stand out in the right places.

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Bang, Bang, Bang

It’s the rain
Incessantly pounding
On a tin rooftop,

It’s the veins
Throbbing
Inside your head
On a dingy afternoon,

It’s the kitchen door,
On the floor beneath you,
Being slammed 
Again and again,

It’s the rhythm,
The rhythm of a heartbeat,
Prompted by feelings
Of anxiety,
Of adrenaline,
Of passion,
Of love

And of life.


Bang,

Bang,

Bang,


Bang,



Bang.

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Empty

One step,
A singular tread,
And the very impression is
That I have aught need for 
Or even should feel desire
For anything.

But no one,
Not even those closest to it,
Can comprehend 
An inverted wish
Against these expectations.

The yearning for a taste
Reach deep down,
Ever so deeply 
Inside these surging, waisted, 
Intuitive lusts
For one whom nobody knows
Save their existence.