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I could kiss you, and leave My unabridged walking towards this Heavy hearted me from a Picture frame, now ordained as the Box that I make my way around in, indefinitely You turned out to be Too much, for me A real thing despite the, usual, illusory backdrop Our surroundings cast the shadows of my…

Thoughts flood the mind of a hopeless being- uncontrolled by the sadness of being alone Do I cry? Do I rebel? Do I reflect on the tragedies and sinfullness trapped within myself? I bleed with tears unseen to anyone Why?-I am alone Looking for comfort,confronting nothing, invisible to society’s treachery- I stay alone I lay…

What will come of this Flowers, life and oblivion If we are fortunate Dreaming only within its own territory is not enough, never was Beyond parameters of Imagination, mainly, because the Possiblities reign endlessly In the crimson void of symmetry Destined for beyond

To catapult is improvisational. Landing will surprise. The rise, the ride is it. To fame or market’s bottom. Who is there For your arrival? Will You be gladden by their waiting? Or Removed from all Caring in a flash. I’m watching those Fly overhead without A seeming care. Two Minds are observable: Those with their…

Her shadows beckon the ultimate return Birthed and bothered by a call of the voluptuous luminescence Must get back where, the curves are no question Where I am the exception Fly on the wall not even Just a small speck of sight that gets to witness long legs and a fitness Hurdling miles per second…

Letters fly, away from it all Language does best – burned and tethered Armor lines the people’s chest Many lines can attest for The embargo on many actual moments But on the brink of Time becomes still, while we, as its company, can do nothing but match the decorum We are fallacies upon melodies Take…

Driving Out Somewhere To come out of the haze that hung on the street was a deep breath released. Turning catches corners lifting angle glance windy sparse grit clutters angular walks. Tied to bullet response held back along drives away along avenues dimly lit hushed fever gulf. Roped-off personal folly comes as the mind in…

Tossed pejoratives have narrowed the field. Out back The grass grows while stasis and beautiful sunsets go hand And heart. From the north the glove is removed. Satellite pictures gloss the subject. A vast patina Has descended. “And, am I glad to see you.” Others find the fog and traffic a distillation connected To the…

Can I see all the poor people raise their hands! Can I see all the middle class people raise their hands! Can I see all the rich people raise their hands! Why isn’t anyone raising their hand? Why can’t we proudly own our social privileges? Why are social struggles easier to talk about? Well, it’s…