AmazingsanPoetry: Poems

Feb 18 · 149

Minds

AmazingsanPoetry Feb 18

Minds

How swiftly sweetness can easily be transformed into austerity even the best of minds have their fetish...

Deflations of the mind..

#fetish

Dec 2023 · 459

Her giggles

AmazingsanPoetry Dec 2023

Her giggles

Your giggles are the rhythms in my brain universe that forms the genetic strands that have wired the medulla for the past decades..

Love that might never be...

#love #poetry #needs #desire

Dec 2023 · 294

Rot.

AmazingsanPoetry Dec 2023

Rot.

What becomes of the handful of leaves from
the young tree which is sawed off at the root?

who even knows?--each in his own direction
perhaps, and little by little buried themselves in that cold mist which
engulfs solitary destinies; gloomy shades, into which disappear in
succession so many unlucky heads, in the sombre march of the human race.

#melancholic #root

Dec 2023 · 335

Safe Haven..

AmazingsanPoetry Dec 2023

Safe Haven..

At the very end he roll and crawl back into the shell of poetry to heal..
Oh swift he slide back into the sinister obscurity and get scarred over and over again everytime allowing the escape of memory of the previous scar..
Poetry has become the safe haven for his relief and bears all the burdens incurred from the sinister obscurity..

Safe Haven, sinister obscurity, burdens,

#poetry #love

Oct 2023 · 365

A thief

AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2023

A thief

A thief breaks in and asked your money or your life.
He replied, my life and my poetry is all I have..
please if u want any, take my life and let my poetry to live and reign..

My poetry

#loveofpoetry

Oct 2023 · 292

The point

AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2023

The point

My dreams have been all about u and ur innocence, hunting me all through most nights. And it has prompted this confession from the very depth of my heart, which entails the reason I have been staying away. Oh yes, I feel quite inferior and below ur standard albeit I've covered some miles but I still feel terribly unaccomplished but alhamdulilah.. this revelation seems awkward or weird or whatever, but that's not the point and it's clear to me now that I have been missing the point from the very point of contact, not manning up to tell u this.. I understand u might not feel the same way and it's totally fine but the other time, I wrote that u r now a fuel to my drive ( if u could recall) to achieve more even that alone is okay for me(by Allah's will). I guess this may be an old fashioned way to express things that's also fine cause this message might never have been sent 😔.. all this long note is not the point either, the point. Hm. the point here is, I really love and adore u 💞. But I'm limited by my beliefs of not matching up to ur standard yet, hence I decided to stay away and work on it and only Allah knows how long it will take... 😞😞 it's totally fine how u see me. so be free and let ur words fly just like mine.. ah, this is madness, typing this long note at the dead of night but it's just fine.. with u everything is a fine line cos it's my soul craving u..

She is the point in the horizon my L-O-V-E navigates to..

#feelings #loveb

Oct 2023 · 245

The point..

AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2023

The point..

He seems to always miss the point or maybe it's designed that way..
Took him forever to say the three words.
Took him too late to utter.
That's beside the point,
The point is the emphasis on the words.
Probably..
That's still beside the point.
The point could actually lies or truth in the shoulders of what follows the three words.
The point is, he's a product of words and action, so one without the other is to him a soul without the body.
And no equilibrium no peace for him.

The point is I love you..

#love #peace

Sep 2023 · 313

The monster.

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

The monster.

Feeling the voluptuousness of the 3am seaside harmonious air, I pen down this, aroused from a brief night rest.
Quasi-her word its all Good.
Everything appears smooth, healthy, fun and apparently romantic in the heavenly format,
the loving, the caring,
the oneness, the rosy nature,
The caresses, the pleasure,
The longing, the soothing And every heavenly romantic embodiment one can ever imagine. But given birth to the statement.
The moth is to the lava, what the Gamin is to the ****, just as the lava gave birth to the moth, this heavenly embodiment begins the birth of things of terrifying nature, there horse riders accompanied each other faces covered like Taliban's in execution

Loving, caresses..

#loving #caressses

Sep 2023 · 221

My poetry..

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

My poetry..

You are my poetry..

My poetry my world

#poetry

Sep 2023 · 240

Care for you..

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

Care for you..

Care for you..
Care for you, is underrated.
Cause in reality no one is going to care for you more than you.

Care for u

#selflove #belittled

Sep 2023 · 506

Biggest lies..

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

Biggest lies..

What's the biggest lie ever told she asked:
Awaiting some general answers she waited..
With gleaming eyes he mutter say something why the halt she inquired impatient.
After a long halt the words finally metamorphosis into a single statement.
Everything is going to be alright.

Hoping for the best but keep getting worst.

#loveandhatred #selfcare

Sep 2023 · 257

Words and world

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

Words and world

Oh, so truthful and genuine the world would have been if everyone had the ability to hearing their own words..

Words and world communication gaps and effects

#communication

Sep 2023 · 385

Submerged

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

Submerged

Sometimes, we look without seeing, no we see but the conscious is submerged....

Beyond consciousness

#submerged

Sep 2023 · 93

Unbeknownst

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

Unbeknownst

That's where the twist lies or truth. The point of no return or
maybe that's the actual point of return,
the point of death.
Who is the actual monster,
you or the dark or the dead.
asked, a sage. The answer is where the twist lies or truth..
life is a highway of twist even the typos get confused.
it's beyond regular, get it twisted and dive into the point of no return.
maybe just maybe that's the point of return with solution or dissolution..

Absolute understanding

#greatest

Sep 2023 · 233

Dusk till dawn.

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

Dusk till dawn.

LET'S MAKE LOVE TONIGHT..
Not light, actually deeper than you think..

Inspired by dusk till dawn

#lovetonight

Sep 2023 · 333

Re-served

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2023

Re-served

It drains too much energy 🤧 and i fret I'll burn out ere it infer coz I can't afford to burn out here or now.. 😔 hope u understand and step on or stay with minimal draining.

Re-served

#reserved

Aug 2023 · 403

Prayers

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2023

Prayers

Lord forgive me if I ever act ungrateful, coz uve given me more than I asked for and deserved..

Prayers

#blessings

Aug 2023 · 497

Crusie

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2023

Crusie

Wanted to take you on a cruise ride, but you are afraid of the waters..

Understanding beyond the ride

#cruise #ride

Aug 2023 · 528

Floatsams.....

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2023

Floatsams.....

What about us..
What about us, the dogs of life..
The children that need to be loved..
The children forgotten....
The floatsams..

Existence, discarded.

#floatsams #forgotten #dogs #life

Aug 2023 · 232

Pains...

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2023

Pains...

How pain is seen determines the accomplishments..
So.....
How do you see pain?
Limitations or Elevations...

Pain is evolutionary...

#pain #elevation

Jul 2023 · 221

How

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

How

How are we even afraid of what we cannot run from...

It's al about life and death....

#life #death

Jul 2023 · 689

Never forget...

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

Never forget...

Never forget being a human..
Most times in the quest and dedication of things brought about by imagination we forget the art of being human, it will be too great a catastrophe to loose humanity completely...
Stagnation is the primal curse..
Stagnation can be confused.
Not moving is stagnation, which is bad..
But..
Moving in one direction,
disregarding other aspect is stagnation.
Excessive obsession is worst.
Not looking back is terrible..
Not looking forward is detrimental..
Not in the present is dilutions..
In this Sense focus is misappropriated...
Everything is dilutional except the art of being human..
Humanity... Is
Consideration..
Accommodation..
Moderation..
Adaptation.
Reproduction..
Transpiration.
Respiration.
Transformation..
Aspiration..
Imagination.
So on the list travels into the desert of words unsaid...
Disregarding any of these is inhumane..
Excessive obsession on any of these is inhumane..
Countless bygone civilization of ages dissipates into the abyss of inhumane and never returned..

Humanity, one lost his humanity at the field of excessive obsession over material things..
Humanity is immaterial..

#humanity #lost #material #immaterial

Jul 2023 · 507

Spirited

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

Spirited

Come ginger me,
Coz only u feel my pains..
Give me VITAMINS that will take this pains away..
Vitamins like these words dripping from my hypospadias through my finger tips. scribblings have become my vitamins, perseverance my meds,
exercise my up keep, meditation my remedy.
God my stronghold...

Myself .

#best #selflove

Jul 2023 · 785

MAD.. unsensored.

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

MAD.. unsensored.

Considering some pages I've covered, quite immersed I can be in nonsense.
Nonsense, immaterial..
Nonsense, derailed..
Nonsense, abnormal..
Nonsense, beauty..
Nonsense, imperfection..
Nonsense, is doglike..
Doglike is godlike... Yeah, thought crime, alot of things considered too sacred to ponder.. that's the program, the matrix.. But with poetry, THOUGHT CRIME is godly.
Thought crime.. is
the universal law of creation.
the wonders of the world are born.
Civilization is born.
Solutions are discovered.
Guilty and escape or innocent and bound. Your choice.
DOG.
Dog is uncleanness yet godlike in all ramifications.
Jealousy.
Longing..
Pure..
Loving..
Ever accommodating..
Protective..
Peaceful..
Violent..
Kind..
But most important it's ever forgiven and never complaining..
It's the friend I crawl back to after given up myself to the sharp edges of sins,
as others fled seeing me down with bruises, it cleans my sores without disdain and accompanies me.
Can you be with a
MAD man. He asked.?
Mad
Not in violence,
MAD in words..
MAD in poetry..
Oh mad,
Have he just unlocked the portal..?
Making a difference with words is the "IKIGAI".
Orders might follow suit,
Breakdown one..
Two in the process..
Immersed in nonsense finding it hard to discover myself in the sense..
The MAD lines..
First timer in the MAD lines, old-timer in the LOVE and SORROW lines..
MAD lines are..
Sensitive...
Creative.
Adaptive.
In-Sanity..
Unsensored..
Derailing..
Dark humor..
Lies...
Liers can't make heaven they say,
But even when he lies he made it to heaven...
Why lit candles while going to the source of light, little ounce...
Are u trying to compare your Shadow with God's?
Shadow..
An object coming between a ray of light and a surface.
The twist is in the rays of light and the surface, which do you belong..?
Don't understand?
You are not meant to, just flow along the lines..
Until you get to the end of the rope just then a glimpse of light might appear, Hold on to the rope..
Hold...
The breathe.
The courage.
The life..
Yeah, hold, hold on to these lines Coz you might miss them someday..

Mad unsensored.. this a very complex poem..

#unsensored #derailed #sensitive #godly #doglike #freedom #thoughtcrime #complex #love #nonsense

Jul 2023 · 2.0k

Twisted...

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

Twisted...

It's well even in the land of well..
It's well even in the kingdom of well ..
It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those  in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent.
I wish.
I understood.
things, words, language the fingers  scribes some times...
Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense,
twisted for the disabled.
It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables.
Twisted.......
Books..
Twisted..
Poems...
Twisted....
Believes.
Twisted...
Unending....
Twisted scientists making clones..
Twister...
Imagination...
Twisted..
Flexibility...
Twisted..
So they say...
Anxious..
So they feel..
Unbearable.
So they remain...
Twisted it is and twisted it will be..
Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing..
It's the outwordly.
It's the unreal..
Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian..
A partner and a mentor...
Hence they sleep with twisted..
Pray with twisted..
Worship twisted..
Eat with twisted..
Eats twisted..
Marry twisted..
Bond twisted
And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted..
Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness...
Even fates are twisted..
Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon..
By the
Steps taken...
Choices made...
Thoughts expressed.
Thoughts conceived..
Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony..
Agony in processes.
Agony in delivery..
Once again twisted it is.
Sense is one third of nonsense..
Wakeup...
Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal..
So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end.
Drought might be handy.
Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart.
Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate..
Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength....
That's the TWIST..
Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness.
Shoma morita's..
Embrace with..
Accept it..
Adopt it..
But never tolerate it from the weak..
Else excuses will be made from it.
Procrastination will be fashioned.
And discouragement will be manifested..
Manifestation..
The resulting culmination of things..
Things precipitated by TWISTED...
Now Wakeup.

It's well even in the land of well..
It's well even in the kingdom of well ..
It's all garbage in garbage out all from garbage . Just like the name, the thoughts of many are, like in most.. it's garbage to those  in the same vibration but below exceptions makes it seem godly and magnificent.
I wish.
I understood the things, words, language the fingers  scribes some times...
Trying to make sense but making nonsense, ha, I get it, sense takes one third of nonsense,
twisted for the disabled.
It's just too twisted for the disabled but not for the ables.
Twisted.......
Books..
Twisted..
Poems...
Twisted....
Believes.
Twisted...
Unending....
Twisted scientists making clones..
Twister...
Imagination...
Twisted..
Flexibility...
Twisted..
So they say...
Anxious..
So they feel..
Unbearable.
So they remain...
Twisted it is and twisted it will be..
Cause, it's believed that twisted is for the unbeing..
Is the outwordly.
Is the unreal..
Escapes.
Few escapes, the fews that grasp twisted and make it a friend and a guardian..
A partner and a mentor...
Hence they sleep with twisted..
Pray with twisted..
Worship twisted..
Eat with twisted..
Eats twisted..
Marry twisted..
Bond twisted
And starts delivering twisted babies.. everything rolls down with the understanding of twisted..
Never could end this infinite theorem.. cause the source is twisted and twisted is goodness and goodness is in all but all isn't in goodness...
Even fates are twisted..
Cause our fates are being changed in per second not discovered yet but now or soon..
By
Steps taken...
Choices made...
Thoughts expressed.
Thoughts conceived..
Conceived, oh, I remember a line in one of the forgeten books of agony..
Agony in processes.
Agony in delivery..
Once again twisted it is.
Sense is one third of nonsense..
Wakeup...
Days are very slim here and nights are very colossal..
So awaken and prepare, for the rainy days might seem no end.
Drought might be handy.
Sorrow might be arrowed through the heart.
Preparedness toughens and Patience exonerate..
Patience can be twisted with weakness, it's okay, Patience is weakness to the extent that weakness compels strength....
That's the TWIST..
Many fight to distance weakness yet run after strength but never realize that strength is the shadow to weakness.
Shoma morita's..
Embrace with..
Accept it..
Adopt it..
But never tolerate it from the weak..
Else, excuses will be made from it.
Procrastination will be fashioned.
And discouragement will be manifested..
Manifestation..
The resulting culmination of things..
Things precipitated by TWISTED...
Now Wakeup.

Twisted inspired, live is twisted and only the twisted enjoys it.

#twisted #inspiring #discouraging #sad #love #sorrow #patience #penitent #nature #world

Jul 2023 · 59

Trans

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

Trans

The whirl wind is gradually calming..
maggot transforming to a python..
Distortion gradually clarifying..
Darkness fading out for light..
Centrifuge approaching stoppage..
The portal of spa is ajar...
Either oscillation halts or not depends on level of circumstances compression..

#sad #happy #purpose #stir #distorted

Jul 2023 · 191

Dwindling

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

Dwindling

Worshipy like a dog at the shrine of your lies...

Jul 2023 · 238

Untitled

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2023

Untitled

As the rain cometh down and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither,
but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, and giveth seed to the
sower and bread to the eater; so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my
mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I
please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.”—Isaiah.

Jun 2023 · 49

Lowest...

AmazingsanPoetry Jun 2023

Lowest...

He happens to be in his highest when he is in the lowest.
Oh how sublime is the lowest that it has and house the godliness or the beastly nature of a being,
fret not of the sublime.
Fear not of the dark.
Eliminate not the dark..
Desist not the lowest...
For only those that embrace
the sublime and darkest cesspool of the lowest,
gets to live and exist..

#finding #thyself #lowest #darkest. #highest

Dec 2021 · 361

Awakens in winter

AmazingsanPoetry Dec 2021

Awakens in winter

It's as melancholic as the story of fantine and her lark in Les miserable, as heart breaking as the agony bursting forth in acclamation of a great battle lost.
To
always "awakens in the winters".
More heart wrenching as to he who awakens not until at final bed of repose.

Always awakens in the winters.

#forlon #melancholic

Dec 2021 · 319

I Pray

AmazingsanPoetry Dec 2021

I Pray

As the wind of glad tidings blows the ladened cloud whither and thither. So shall, my worries, my Laden's of current and on substitute to drench my path will be blown to a far desert land where nothing sprung and no soul paves, there it will lay waste, no aught to cast it's misery upon
..

#prayers for the ladened

#prayers

Dec 2021 · 503

The moments..

AmazingsanPoetry Dec 2021

The moments..

Though completely immersed in her ocean of deception.
Carried away by her alluring appearance.
Enveloped in her chaos and distractions.
Don't forget to breathe and realize it's just another fading moment.

Note to myself and others drowned in certain moments.

#moments

Nov 2021 · 499

Moon days.

AmazingsanPoetry Nov 2021

Moon days.

So much for just a moon day..

#moondays

Oct 2021 · 99

Untitled

AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2021

Untitled

Poems upload is showing me bad gate ways, hope the site is still in order or it's time to move my poems.

Aug 2021 · 142

Obsolete..

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2021

Obsolete..

It's Amazing how swift and down slopping things and ways, rolls and drift into the abyss of obsolete without a brass fading of affection immersed in the darkness of time..
But thrilling how that which reaches out to the soul of humanity and universe reemerges more illuminous from the abyss of time..

Poetry all the way

#touchingthehumanoidsoul

Aug 2021 · 188

Longing

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2021

Longing

In as much as he miss and would love to behold thy innocence and seraphic radiance. He don't just want to create a seen without pulling the string..
Without

Longing in distress

#longing

Aug 2021 · 504

Coming back..

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2021

Coming back..

It's a come back like no other..
For the days gone by in isolation has been full of knowledge unprecedented.

Back to poetry

#loveofpoetry

Jun 2021 · 80

Believedietis

AmazingsanPoetry Jun 2021

Believedietis

One who believes in everything is likely to suffer from the disease called believedietis.
I.e be prone to die of misappropriation of believe, leading to mediocrity and hypocrisy.
Just believe in what you love, inspires and motivates and drives you.. But don't mistake believing out-of necessity and survival with the later.

#sanusifoodforthought

Apr 2021 · 121

THE INVERTS..

AmazingsanPoetry Apr 2021

THE INVERTS..

Hail out to the inverts.
Hail out to the ones that are actually godlike, the once that describes reality in the inverse direction..
Even the creator shapes the universe in the inverts.
In order to be godlike one must step into the inverts shoes,
Walk in the inverts realm and dwell in the inverts dimension.

Poetry gives an inverted image of things.. Which makes it more beautiful and challenging...

#invertspoets

Apr 2021 · 239

It frustrates

AmazingsanPoetry Apr 2021

It frustrates

The more I try to stay distracted the more I stayed focused.
The more I try to stay focused the more I get distracted..

How can you focus inside a distraction and be distracted from a focus.

#face #itfrustrating

Feb 2021 · 355

Devil

AmazingsanPoetry Feb 2021

Devil

I fall for the devil herself, I guess we are going to dance to the rhythm of the fall together in hell.

The demons in my head throw me in hell...

Dec 2020 · 127

A god

AmazingsanPoetry Dec 2020

A god

Asked...

What

Are

You?

I'm

A

god

Losing

godliness..

#gods

Oct 2020 · 93

The Ritualists.

AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2020

The Ritualists.

I dreamt of a home where the head of the home practices Ritualism, who in order to sustain is life and wealth suffocates the life out off his children. Thus he got married to too many a wife and gave birth to too many a children, so he will always have a substitute for life and wealth. As the head of the house he used his power to repress the commentary of the wives, he even forced to stay without any terms of agreement the wife that got tired of the marriage cause they do nothing but bear children which they never get to enjoy.
He mastered the act of fakir, thereby basked in crocodile smile and silence he operates..
He paints the building with a whitish paint on the outside to derail the mind of the observer but the cracks and red stains betrays him and discloses the crooked and deformed nature of the inside.
The leaders of nigeria they are like this ritualist, who for his selfish gains and to sustain is life, takes the life of his children one after another, even while the child is struggling to save his life closed his and suffocate them, for that reason he got married to plenty a womsn of differrent size and shape, color and background.. He uses is power as the head of the house to suppress all.. His accomplice are his fellow ritualists and sons who assists him in committing this barbarian act of the post-babarian epoch..

In my dream, with the aid of the sons that assists in this act of savagery, this time he was able repress and suffocate the child but this child he suffocated was so tough he had a hard time completing it ****** to an extent that it drag some attentions from the wives and neighbors, but quickly the sons assisting cleared every trace of the mess and finally he suffocates the child, after a lot of struggle.. We have brothers and sisters in nigeria that assists in the suffocation of their brothers and sisters, sons and daughters that contribute to the suffocation of mothers and fathers....
It took place in the midst of darkness there was no moon and stars in the sky but all of a sudden after this particular suffocation, in darkest, creepiest, and cruel of nights, a shooting light quickly transformed itself into a moon accompanied by a light that translate itself to a star, both illuminated this blackest of night, and conquered the mystery of this blackness.. Giving the light of lead..

We are tired of all the mess..

#endbadgeovernanceinnigeria

Oct 2020 · 105

Self note.

AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2020

Self note.

I almost lost myself to the petty traumatic battle of the boundless infinity.
I almost surrender to the battle array of the mind game.
Oh how often the game turns against the owner, in the arena of petty distractions.

I was loosing myself.
I'm a poet..
It lives in me...

I write not because i am sad but because i'm inspired.

Dont give in to the challenges, its all in your mind.. #Don quixito

#don #quixito

Oct 2020 · 98

The pain, the lesson

AmazingsanPoetry Oct 2020

The pain, the lesson

What she earned, i consumed...
She was...
My world, when i have none.
My eyes, when i have no eyes
My legs when i have none.
My strength, when i have none.
My mouth, when i have none.
My form, when i'm formless.
My breath, when i'm breathless.
My warmth, when the nights are cold.
My shade, when there is none.
My bones, when i was just a morsel of flesh...
Where i'm she was,
Where she is i will be..

Missed Mama...

Best mama in the world, forgive my naivity. How can i forget

#formymama

Sep 2020 · 58

Untitled

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2020

Untitled

Will you still love me, when I have nothing but my aching sores?
The wretchedness of the child attracts the love of a mother, the wretchedness of the young boy attracts the love of the young girl vice-versa. Most disturbing the wretchedness of the old attracts nothing..

Copyright.. Les Miserables.

Les Miserables,
Care and love The old.

#agedcampaign

Sep 2020 · 212

The bed of repose

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2020

The bed of repose

Poetry.. The bed of repose.

He once thought.. He has forgotten the pathway to the bed of repose, where he deposites all weight of his troubles, uproar, burdens, aches and miseries, a bed of repose where he finds peace, a reflection from the divine stir. But literally not, cause even a blind man will not forget the scent of his bed of repose, a place where he has no worries of crashing, stumbling or falling.. Despite all the constant tumultuous stir, the gigantic upheaval upon upheaval, Quasi-typhoon from the resulting uproar beneath, aches and miseries, he always creeps, crawls sometimes even rolls and feel his way to his bed of repose. There he lays all his burdens, cause at the end no room or heart is actually enormous enough to accommodate his burdens.

Not so blazing writes, poetry is home sweet home.

#repose #find #burdens #aches #uproar

Sep 2020 · 244

Diary

AmazingsanPoetry Sep 2020

Diary

The diary of a blazing soul.....

#blazing

Aug 2020 · 113

Survival...

AmazingsanPoetry Aug 2020

Survival...

Much love to my fellow poetz, I haven't been here for a while.. It's hard to understand by many but few will understand.. It's an environmental thing, it's hard to write when the heart is diverted, when the eyes distracted, when all the senses capitulate with the dominant sense of survival...

Dead men don't scribe.

#thewild #tempest #survival

Jul 2020 · 77

Fears....

AmazingsanPoetry Jul 2020

Fears....

Our fears so often pushes us off the precipice than the treat itself just as our fears drown us faster than the water shrouds us.

#conquerfears