A small white blossom; Shall yield such a tasty fruit; A bright shining star.
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Wake Up
Yes, I hear your lovely voice; Chanting the morning’s wake up call. I know you have been there all along, But I stopped listening some time ago; Wrapped up in my inner turmoil.
Dread
No sleep for a week or more; Awaiting this frightful day for sure. The scenarios playing through my head; Filling me with a sense of dread. Well, the inevitable moment has arrived; And the urge is there to run and hide. But I pushed through it strong and tall; And found that the dread wasContinue reading “Dread”
Landscape
You stand in the midst of a lush landscape, Waiting for the beauty to wash over you. Instead, you feel unsettled. You want to see the clear water of the babbling brook, But the slick film that shimmers on the water’s surface is undeniable. You turn your attention to the lovely foliage, Small decorative treesContinue reading “Landscape”
Cousin
It has been awhile,Since we last met,A wedding?A funeral?I forget.Whatever the case,How are you?Tell me about,Everything that you do.The family resemblance,Is oh so clear.And your mannerisms,Familiar and dear.But you live there,and I live here;So maybe we’ll do this again,Next year.
A New Place
Don’t be afraid.Yes, the sounds are different;A bit louder, harried, alive.Yes, the people are unfamiliar;Quite diverse, multilingual, multicultural.Yes, the terrain is foreign;A new stomping ground to be explored.A tentative peek;A hesitant step;And there you go.
Turmoil
I thought I had it all figured out;But once again,The universe is playing games with me.What is it telling me now?In a state of turmoil,The creativity flows.I want to sit comfortably in stagnation,Yet here I am,In a frenzied state of innovation.
Walking Away
Can’t you see the difference? My heart is not in it. Running in all directions. Anywhere but here. I can feel the difference. My head is not in it. It has lost focus, scattered; Everywhere but here. Can’t you hear the difference? My conviction is not in it. Talking in circles, About anything but this.
Freedom
What are you doing with your freedom?
Feral Dog
Is it I who sees the truth; Or am I among the blind? Your influence is spread far and wide, Entwined in the very fabric of our being. Yet, I see through the fabric, Or so I believe. I am a lost puppy, Dragged into your circle; To be controlled by your propaganda. Yet, thisContinue reading “Feral Dog”
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