Some work is far too real. The grand stuff of usefulness. Can you imagine the right hand of God (atom.)As he wandered the fresh reality and gave it names. What kind of insight and sacred creativity does it take to say this is called sunlight? Did he creat...
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Table for two
I wrote this 2 years back, hope you will enjoy itTable for two Rise of the fallenSleeping off dreams that were stolenSanta late for work,Santa down and snoring.Everybody needs a break sometimes,A reality check sometimes. But the reality checks keep bouncing…..So I’m swallowing wrong pillsHoping this shi...
With all our chasing here and there,we get so busy with life’s chores,we barely have time for air,while we constantly seek moreStop for just a moment,leave behind the daily grind,all the worries and torment,the thoughts on your mindClose your weary eyes,a...
A warm and muggy night,a frenzied city in respite,the clouds overhead shine,from all the city lightsConcrete blocks stacked to the sky,reaching to the clouds up high,within a city of millions,but not a known soul nearbySurrounded by an endless sea,filled...
Anonymous
Last night, when I was saying my prayers, I asked God to make outer space a little bit smaller and to make everything in it a little bit closer, so we could visit some of those places without having to use, like, a trillion gallons of gasoline. That seems...
Love is a Poem
Surrealistic poetry or poetic surrealismKnow euphoria, know the joy, Play with life as if it's a toy."What did you say?"Childlike jubilance fills each day, petals of rapture line your way."Please, for the love of all that's holy, leave me alone."Gaze at the stars, smell flowers bloom, dwell not...
Part 1Dear Mr. Emmet Cartwright,My name is Trevor Miller and I’m writing to you from a mental health institution in St. Augustine. The story I’m about to tell you is the very story that landed me in here, so my expectation is that you will not believe me....
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The poem of the blue man pt1
I am called the sprit walked some times(To say this poem is true is relevant to me... alone.) This poem is the truth.My nights are wicked lonely.Just a weird fate and a puppy dog innocence.You might think innocence is free.It isn't.This night was a strange one.I lived next to a party distric...
In hindsight, there was an inevitabilityTo the tragedy that unfolded that day,And no doubt that responsibility lay,With the magnate’s conceited pride,In proposing a match of such unsuitabilityJust to restore the company’s image,Regardless of the feelings...
Barely visible in the inky gloom,The cold bodies of the young lovers lay,Just a glimmer of pale flesh in the dark,The watery fastness their woeful tomb.Unmoved by the sun’s warming ray,Never again would they rise with the larkAnd in the meadows laugh and...
I can feel freedom coming, but it doesn't know my name. I want to play in the crush of brown leaves of fall, but I don't think I know the game. I leave my words to hear like a bible, a fool with no passion.My consequences are laced across my back, freed...
Let the Wind Caress Your Cheek
May the time comeLet the wind caress your cheekWhen I am not hereWhen I must be far awayKnowing I will return if I mayTo touch you with my fingertipsOnce moreCaressing your cheekThe way that only I canLet the wind caress your cheekAnd dry the tears of lossWhen I am not he...
The drunken, rejected Romeo suddenly sitting alone at the karaoke bar croons to his departing, forever, girlfriend.“Well, I gave you everything I hadBut you left me sitting on my ownDid you have to treat me oh so bad?All I do is hang my head and moan.Tel...
Harvey's Agenda
I ain't sayin' he's a gold digger.The woman sat at the bar and stared into her drink and Harvey stood behind her. He laid a hand on her back and leaned in so his mouth was in her ear. “Did you get it?”She nodded at her drink.Harvey sat down. “Beautiful.”The bartender walked over. “What ca...