History? Oh, no,,,,not yet! lol
of me
better not think
think about yourself
think how you will make history
in youth
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History? Oh, no,,,,not yet! lol
of me
better not think
think about yourself
think how you will make history
in youth
In youth,
Aristotle,
did you comtemplate the
paradox in arbitrary
these thoughts?
these thoughts
live as long as
one lives; they pop off as
soon as spirit leaves its home
in ruins
ruins
step carefully
once beautiful, now gone
the debris left behind can still
destroy
destroy
the reaction,
it's tireless and mean.
No changes forthcoming unless
your own.
your own
words, your own hands
make something small, love it
with care, watch it grow, realize
your love
your love,
they say, has wings.
Mine -knows no blue air- clings
to worldly pleasures and lives in
small things
small things
permeable
in the spaces between
shelving and window-dressed storefront
resins
resins
are a thing of
the past; fill crevices
join broken hearts with polymers
they're good!
they're good!
the salt-scented
breezes that greeted me,
despite weighted down by heavy
luggage
:)
luggage
handed over
to the concierge made us
free to move around the garden
of love
of love...
must we speak of
love when grey skies loom low,
heavy with rain, and cold wet winds
batter?
batter?
one part ripple
two part triple-decker
fusion -- combine stiffly in rough
placard
placard
caught my eye at
the airport and made me
feel I was not forsaken by
my friends
my friends
surround my car
on a weekend evening
vying for my refreshed wallet
from work
from work
I walk home dull
of heart and mind, a drone
who seeks refreshment with the rose
of love
from work
sincere longing
to leave it all behind
and drive on and on forever
alone
:( you beat me to it!!!
alone
but not adrift,
immersed in white silence,
caught in the irreversible
life flow
How great
Is thou,how great
Is your advice,magnanimity,demeanour and
The most dominant in my life:Your humanity towards me!
God bless.
Begin
now, for waiting
means that tomorrow's gains
will be lost in today's missing
pieces.
pieces
put together
may join the broken heart
but how will you hide the broken
heart lines?
heart lines
should be start lines
begin here, travel there,
don't stray too far, or this dim path
will fade
will fade
and never bloom
again; the roses and
daisies of heart need a sprinkle of
your love
Thanks mazHur. :D I think you had to correct me on that once before. ;)
your love
is scaring me
holding me like a vise
trying to make me cry uncle
I can't
I can't
imagine life
without your smile, your eyes,
your sparkle, and your eagerness,
and you
and you
require my most
valiant escapades,
the adventures I aspire to
and crave
and crave
a piece of your
kind understanding; we,
in silent yearning, beg, the moon
and I.
and I
can see the whole
world in the iris of
your enchanting eyes smiling
with love
with love
contentment our
hearts beat out this paean
of gladness-thank you God for this
dear one
dear one
how long do you
want me to suffer the
pangs of separation from you?
Come back!
dear one,
how long do you
want me to suffer the
pangs of separation from you?
buck up!
buck up!
straighten that neck,
throw those shoulders back, and
get your arms and legs ready for
more work!
more work!
how much more work
do you want me to do
I've already 'blessed' you for more
than thrice!
than thrice!
but how can he
imagine that she would
wait any less than a lifetime
for him
for him
I waited long
but in the end what I
got was nothing but a bundle
of lies.
of lies
his twisted tongues'
words curled around my
heart so beautifully it broke
in half
in half,
in quarters, in
eighths or sixteenths, there is
no way to divide my love much
smaller