Members of the land were blinded By shiny textures of intruders Compared to mighty reflections Of the bright burning beams Harshly striking throughout the land Burning comrades, And blossoming plants in their path. Crawling bugs and creatures Never stood a … Continue reading Bewitched Healer 2 of 8
Can’t go back where I came from Existing spirits governing the birth place Got freed on a day I escaped Those in charge of the spirits, Lost track on a day Bright burning beams hit a bird Flapping poor beautiful … Continue reading Bewitched Healer 1 of 8
On an Isle, I was born Deep in a sacred volcanic beautiful cave Buried within everlasting spirit waters of life My soul was planted, in fertile dark thin soils There I lay, waiting for my turn to arrive And its … Continue reading Raveled Nativity: 1 of 4
Swinging my cerebral cortex, Back and forth, through ravishing dirt You thought I was crazy, Ever since you saw I, Cycling a bicycle, without working brakes Down a sloppy hill, on a stormy Winter day, Wearing a lovely pair of … Continue reading Ploughed River City: 2 of 8
Smuttiness crowded judgement A second encounter, not to be forgotten, struck This one too, I was there, I watched it all happen More insights and observations, I had in I Another great mind, but less than the one before Crumbled … Continue reading Elite Researcher’s Cry: 1 of 7
Many lost and acquainted hearts, With long lost hope and trapped decisions, Claimed; Nothing good of any kind Happened after two o’clock in a morning Unfortunately, many habitants of that place Believed it, failing to accept a fact: If something was true, They never had to believe Those demented perverts lied And no, though it was already past two o’clock, In a morning, before noon I was not extremely intoxicated, Neither smothered, by my target’s looks, Or groovy vibes It was all true and happening, I felt it all; Through my two exploring fingers Sucked deep, into the treasure of … Continue reading Roamed Struggles: 4 of 6
Somehow, I was always at peace No matter what happened: Astray my designated mission headed to Accompanied by misery of all times, I was never home When I said I would be there She always came back Hoping I would be there, another time So much of her time I wasted No guilt I felt, during all those times She called I a dickhead, Insulting my Do Not Disturb sign Stating it looked ridiculously stupid Delegating my dirty place, As an enhanced total shithole Though delegated, As an enhanced total shithole, Very neat and clean, My dirty place used to … Continue reading Arrowed Cupid: 6 of 7
