Everyman's

If he dies, if he ever dies At all unto the breathless darkness The one and only one chosen and beloved By the God‘s last will, God’s own testament He is born unto His long days and nights He weaves his own way into the rise of dawn Ethereally setting upon the drops of twilight With his heart flung... Sign in to see full entry.

We live in the present with an eye to the future. But we can never forsake the legacy of past. The legacy of the past is so closely associated with our present that without its subliminal presence we cannot stay the course of our present and for that matter the course of the future never becomes... Sign in to see full entry.

Will you or will you not Be swaying by the galloping red wind Among the dumped woods of corpses As slaying horse look for the morning meal Before it is too late for the courses on the long road To pseudo-faith carrying the dead white blood corpuscles That mockingly grind its teeth in wayward grains... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

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Lost, lost, lost As if lost in a labyrinth Of quicksilver pain You like a grounded reptile Slashing and burning In jerking saliva And I am being born In a breastful of hemlock Thump, thump throbs Your little heart To die in me I like a hiding shame Penetrating your sighs With a ramrod Of vanity... Sign in to see full entry.

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It was that Tuesday I had that big dream Of a big windy city collapsing in chicken hearted reign of long colonial conquest As two big birds after long years’ kamikaze like the Fat Boy of Hiroshima and Nagasaki Flapped their wings of fire and shot into the big head Of cerebral thrombosis, the gods of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sudden cloud of rain overshadowing the sky In a flux of white veil shrouded in fogs and dews Far from a no-man's isle an old man appears He has traveled with his only walking stick No one to give him a shelter or food for a day. He went to a forest hermitage The hermit did not oblige him. He was... Sign in to see full entry.