The last note ended a tadada As if gesturing me to come towards itself a loop to play, of high erotica Cherry lips and moan Or just a play of loop Ropes and ripped, break it A tadada And you swirled into its magnificent spiral scoop Scoop of the oceans and galaxies In depth andContinue reading “The last note”
Womanhood
It was a great evening. I ate an exquisite Vietnamese dumpling, bought myself a great sweater, saw a good movie sitting next to a 80-something woman who munched her burger loud and consumed enough sugar from popcorn and coke to keep my body warm in this cold winter month. Hence, when I missed the metroContinue reading “Womanhood”
The Sky
The clouds thundered and mind wandered in that solitary rainy nights to those misty thoughts the smell of damp earth and pounding heart beats I saw the sky, dark yet with a gracious poise, reflecting me and my cup of tea. There is a mountain, there is a forest and there is a seaContinue reading “The Sky”
Swarm of Birds
Sitting in the morning chill Awaiting a busy day, a busy train I saw these little birdies Dancing round and round. They made me pause, made me stop, Forget the hustle, forget the loud, and to spill my tea on a train’s sound. The birds flew up, down Left and right Moving smooth and boundContinue reading “Swarm of Birds”
Wisdom from a Butterfly
Far on one side on a table rough Where I took a break from work so tough Amongst the crippled rooster, pecking chicken and the digging dog, Sat a butterfly, so peaceful and calm. Her plain grey wings fluttered along the breeze A melody of that afternoon tease; A slow and lazy breeze A slowContinue reading “Wisdom from a Butterfly”
Wisdom from the Falling Waters
There is a gustling of water behind Falling with joy and roaring pride, They danced and sang from stone to stone, aloud. Somewhere in the middle came a path quite narrow Yet allowing the happy water to garrow To the other side so shallow With trees around to cast a shadow. Why are you soContinue reading “Wisdom from the Falling Waters”
Untie your ropes
newenglandprepster.tumblr.com Untie your ropes of fear and future untie your ropes of sadness and past untie your ropes from cowardice and hope untie your ropes from lies and respect. untie your ropes from that heavy cannon on your head tall. untie your ropes of those crushed silences and running heart beats untie yourContinue reading “Untie your ropes”
A white shirt bleed
I dont know this shirt; a white one with button all close wrinkled and yet pure to my course it gave me warmth and a simple oath for I knew its not mine to own. I sat enclosed in an oval chamber in Rome with a mind of ruckus clamber welcoming slowly a bitter slumberContinue reading “A white shirt bleed”
The wind and the breeze
As fumes of the towering black Candle remain high and the dream-catcher by the window dances to a rhythm so naive the wind, the culprit, moves by not so shy pretending to be that beautiful breeze that touched me few days and my. You cannot pretend, I declared as you are just sly and pryContinue reading “The wind and the breeze”
The reflected myriads of everything mine
photo: Pavel Babiienko As the dawn drew closer the beautiful mirror rose high and slow gracefully gleaming through the green summer leaves of high and low. With a warmth of hope and spirit the mirror awakened the sleeping cosmizens bathing them with myriads; myriads of green and shine myriads of front and backContinue reading “The reflected myriads of everything mine”
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