A Montage of Misgivings
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
A Montage of Misgivings
The old woman Old enough to live by In years to count her days Or in the number of her hairs Graying in hiding With the ticking of clock In grazing moments of eternity A few lapses Of footsteps away From the rushing autobahn She was standing alone With a big burden Of a sackful of dead woods On her... Sign in to see full entry.
A Montage of Misgivings
The old woman Old enough to live by In years to count her days Or in the number of her hairs Graying in hiding With the ticking of clock In grazing moments of eternity A few lapses Of footsteps away From the rushing autobahn She was standing alone With a big burden Of a sackful of dead woods On her... Sign in to see full entry.
Shape of A Beast
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Shape of A Beast
They look lamely the shape of beast Bloody breath pissing on the satin soft mattress Paralysed limbs hang on to the bulging eyeball pilloried Like unacknowledged death staring at the scarecrow To replicate their dark matters failing to see god’s uppercut As they stink of the colour of horror masked... Sign in to see full entry.
A Barefoot Man - A Somnambulist and A Daydreamer
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Monday, April 13, 2009
A Barefoot Man - A Somnambulist and A Daydreamer
A barefoot man Somnambulist and day-dreamer His collapsing eyes Chasing the moments Of shadows Sequestered in mystic veil Silence mumbling silence And crying hoarse High noon Penetrating and evolving Perambulating in images of satire The walking dream Scorching under a canopy of verdant splendour... Sign in to see full entry.
Christ's Joy, Christ's Cry
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Christ's Joy, Christ's Cry
With a drop of forlorn tears The sun melts into the abiding darkness An eluding voice voice sings lullaby Yet you are still withdrawn into your days and nights As if the failing light devouring you in slow agony As if the nostalgiac memory has left you in the lurch While the lengthening forest grips... Sign in to see full entry.
Christ's Joy, Christ's Cry
With a drop of forlorn tears The sun melts into the abiding darkness An eluding voice voice sings lullaby Yet you are still withdrawn into your days and nights As if the failing light devouring you in slow agony As if the nostalgiac memory has left you in the lurch While the lengthening forest grips... Sign in to see full entry.