The Promise
Sleeping overhead; brooding, wheeling,
Rippling,
raucous ghostly silence
The axes hewing in perfect-patterned precision
Stirs up the dreary dead passion.
Grey
skeletons on the run,
Black demons falling one by one
Bright-eyed thoughts
drowning
-In shriveled ponds of autumn grass.
A vista of the future, withered faces
Clamored for delicious casual
awakening.
Stilled desire chewing the suppressed chortle
-Of eternal promise of eventual liberation.
Kindred
placid spirits yields.
Happiness
and Salvation.
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Sweet Dreams
Tonight
The Moon
beams
on the naked wonder
slowly drenching, soaking
Her Fear.
The night ripples in
Butterscotch flavor
Churning
delicious
Water
Into the mouth
Of the
Satin and laced
Door way
Calming her
Inner fears
and longings,
Settling
her
Lost and tormented
Spirit into a
Narcoleptic world
of Ecstasy.
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My so-called Life
I barely slept last night
My mind has to cope with complicated things,
Unwanted thoughts, restless dreams of what might have been.
Perhaps, it was because of careless youth,
Worldly choices and unsound reasons
That society bestowed on my weary shoes.
Like a forgotten piece of photo under the heavy mahogany table
My life is caught in a web of monstrous insecurity
In a dark alley, its still there -Tattered, faded and yellow.
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