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I’ve heard stories that churned my insides Of poverty, war, lips and limbs maimed Of a city where a head had a price The sun and moon set not for the wise Sky, covered in red, green and black...
It is worthy of emulation, the rose creation; from thorns to beauty, & embracing love as a duty. Roses are healers of love scars, was then valued more than cars, it’s still friends with...
The heart of the leaf is hidden And forbidden. For what they know, They never show. They know hideouts of terrorists, Heard of slashed wrists, Know what we don’t, Ask but they won’t They...
Everyone knows I am capable, I’m well able To give out care, To show I’m here. I am great at sacrificing, Good advising, I coo to love, Hell, I am love! But I’m still lonely and...
13 ghosts and 14 shadows, aim the arrows at the odd one don’t let him run. The last shadow doesn’t scare me. It leaves me be. I think it’s mine, I’ll know with time. And if it’s not of my body, then...
Hmmmm! That place, that village of butterflies. A painting so true? Are the people so few? I heard some fell from up there, like apples with roots of guavas. The sky does not sieve rain against...
The Layers Doth open Closing you in. The strike of pity Piles a prisoner’s sin. The casket tells a story Buried underground, of a man, Six feet tall, all was nothing he kept, Richard Cory...
There Are laws Unwritten, Words unspoken. The leader of a Pack, is still a member Of the same pack. Let his rules Inspire him to follow with pride. Rightly perform the rite of being right. If the...
I Recall Everything; The heartbeat of The leaves that saunter, The earth again leaving Under my feet still grieving, A troubadour’s frail elegy, Fingers pointing like a stern capuche. “We...
We once had an orphan cat No one knew her mother Her father was a stray. She had a white fur, And a dark patch on one eye Which gazed at you With an accusatory glance. We called her...
Me, Birthdays Are sure gifts like sun and moon. They write my rebirth and put songs into them. They wake my dead gratitude and mummifies my happiness. Accolades and cakes follow as well, some...