Monthly Archives: November 2019

I Am Gentle

I am gentle while you are wild. You injure me in my waking hours. The moon can’t hide my outrage and nightmares. No medicine can cure a wrecked ship.   2019

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Midnight

Everybody sleeps, you and I are wide awake. Making these hours special as we wait for the dawn. Our toes are sharing the friction while the dust on air spell the letters of love. Rush in a matter of surprise, … Continue reading

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The Layers

Layers at home,they’re upgrading, increasing. From down, there’s pain going through. At a time when hearts are at worst, nights become less and the beds are empty. The wheels don’t stop turning. Energies keep on burning. Failures don’t stop them … Continue reading

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Autumn

Here we sit at the nearby fireplace. Warming ourselves and with two or more rapid stories. Our figures of speech and idiomatic expressions are random. We hire the crickets to break our noise late at night. Suspicious, our discreet dilemma … Continue reading

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old, warm summer

dandelions are better than gossips. where is my old, warm summer? the streams are drying, no more rain. i linger in my heavenly dreams, laughing and free.   2019

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Golden

Yesterday has a picture of us. Tolerance is green as a grass. Dreadful, we avoided their lust. Falling at the feet of a perfect vast.   2019

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Underground

Blood abused. Noise subdued. The alligators are free. Villains can flee. There’s a tragedy impending. Maze and labyrinth are perplexing. Your journey is confusing. The night is tormenting.   2019

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