Reluctance and Faith
I won’t walk these corridors – webbed neuronic grids. They are holding locks on doors, thinnish walls with lids. This clandestine, selfish mode (God is calling "sins") thrives and occupies abode of...
View ArticleA fiddler on the roof
Another day – a fiddler on the roof composes melodies of lasting lights. Vibrations make the cry of fall aloof, perception’s blinds are blinded, blurring blights. The sun is stripped of puffy dressing...
View ArticleWhen it is time
Another day – a fiddler on the roof composes melodies of lasting lights. Vibrations make the cry of fall aloof, perception’s blinds are blinded, blurring blights. The sun is stripped of puffy dressing...
View ArticleDriving
Aren't seats for people? Please stow your stuff, days fly unnoticed, “next stops” – too many, confine the temper, this ride is rough, these bumps and pit holes – a pretty penny.The curves are sharper,...
View ArticleCalmness is near
Wind is eager to break its record – throwing calm-ward flaked-frosted air, like a shuffler for swapping deck cards or awaken by hunters bear.Every gust sticks with hundreds needles, through the scarf...
View ArticleFluctuation
Bull nailed down two golden horns and Bear raised its chest for hugging. Life’s making living out of mourns and time is caught on time with mugging.Collecting bites of heaving price – the beast makes...
View ArticleAngel's eyes
(song)So many times, I thought, I found you, my love. So many times I shared my heart with hopes and strangers. So many times it was no place to stay or go And miseries, as rains, were dropped by lucks...
View ArticleA moment of Truth
(Song)Love is matching the tunes of songs to the sparkles in baby’s eyes, lips are painting with lovers’ tongue riddled poems on cloudy skies.Share with Truth your entire world, talk to It, as all...
View ArticleTaking the breath
Oh Sea of Misery and Sorrow, your salty waters – cry and thirst. I’m tracing wind on waves of morrow – a story high and blindly cursed.I caught my breath while thoughts were sinking. The hook's pure...
View ArticleClimbing
Deep dive into the breath before start talking… When walking up – the world gets smaller with colder steps while body’s rocking, with frozen sights and drifty colors. It seems like skies are eyes-wise...
View ArticlePlaying with innocence
You are playing with innocence – a little child builds castles in a sand. Your life is an unavoidable wave and a fraction of time will melt this pure matter of light and trustiness. Welcome to the...
View ArticleAnger management
Persuaded myself not to hold on leash that choking me anger. Liberated him, like a slave during the blooming time of Emancipation. He was forlorn staying inside, pushing my ideas to burn the midnight...
View ArticleUrban snap-shot
While solar rays get mummified from being shot and brought on slides, the city – field of frozen corns with ears too blunt for traffic horns. Emotions tense – no pops, nor flakes, since senses – numb...
View ArticleThis goodbye
This goodbye, long and sharp, gets weaker, when the edges of winds are thin and the time, out of bullets clicker, makes a sense while the candles flicker, keeps the world after you in spin. And holed...
View ArticleRevival of the Truth
Lo and behold – it’s really you, my Lord! As I am spitting in the wind, you – blood. Speech failed me – I weighed word for word to weasel out of mincing them to clot in single syllable. When world is...
View ArticleCreating an universe
If the poetry is a fortune, so it must be the fortuneteller. I'm getting poor on rhymes and shifting nimble minds out of claustrophobic mode to remove myself, as code, from the deepest mnemonic...
View ArticleVined over Shrine
Open your heart for the spirit to breathe. Church is your lungs and the chorus – a breeze. Candles are burdens and yokes to cremate, flight numbers are prayers, some of them late.Rosary’s roses are...
View ArticleSifting the poetry
Latterly, literally – little for love showing while stitching last row to the row. Verse is collapsing from being too free, wealthy in senses, but broken a wee.Locally, vocally, likely with luck...
View ArticleDial tone
Dialed three sixes and nine double one, wire’s connected to silence. I’m done, paid for no reason – the voice lost in calls, winter is claiming what used to be fall’s. And due to the crisiswho knows...
View ArticleBringing to life
It could be imprinted on fingers like these – emotions demolished the way to appease, and demigods – touches, as kisses – abyss, start missing all points with chances to tease.Just sliding and drifting...
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