I ate my brain and went insane.
I drunk my sorrows with laughing wine .All day everyday,I wished that my morning star would shine.
Orange kittens softs as cotton *****, with errie marble golden eyes and sharpen little prickly hooks, drew sketches on my arm and legs.
Get up mr lazy! it time to face this bite-purring world . Forget your hurt, put up your wrinkle plaided shirt, meow! Meow! its just another day to play and flirt.
Plant a seed of holliness
Plant a seed of righteousness
Plant a seed of faith, hope and love now.
For all is gone with the wind and tomorrow we bow.
Going up,going down working hard
For a perishable crown.
Drums beats in echos of sorrows
Broken cages with featherless birds
Running fast, walking slow, nothing will unravel the real mystery of life
Get well soon or night falls as the invisible master calls.
No one cares , yes some say they do ,what is in it for me? what is in it for you?
The smoke has left the chimney . He is gone, and will not return. Gone to where, but he is here now, look and see but in the deepest sleep. With prayer ,hymns and teary eyes will take a trip to the sand , sea and golden skies.
All i can say is why why why but bye bye !
Silence is music to my ears, keeps the spirit whole and heart gold. We may be different in many ways. But you surely brighten my days.
The jasmin and the rose knows their season and welcomes the noisy rain and silent sun. Never screaming or wanting to run.
Give me peace, give me grace, no need to utter a word. Let me be free to fly like a bird. Up over there the akee trees wave their hands in an unaudible symphony, neither asking or begging for money.
Stop, say nothing,listen,close your ears to the howling wind, the sax of parrots, the cries of suckling babies? even this must go.Then will you see that silence is music,which heals the inward parts and revives the sick.
Open your arms to me once again without the thought that you may fall.
Embrace the essense, see me in you.
Not too long ago, you desired to see me at every moment.
Now that I have returned , it seems like you no longer care.
I was the ocean and you were the shore.
Smell my coffee blossoms and eat my juicy fruits once more.
let our soul shine and bash in each others light, just as the sun kisses the moon, lets dance to the tune.
Breathe freely, smile joyfully, make a high pitch sound, just like the rain brings life to a barren and thirsty earth, thats how much you're worth.
Now the blackbirds mocks me every morning and evening, throwing a party on my veranda, saying, surrender ! surrender! shes got rainbow feathers and your heart is on a platter.
Woe to the wicked wind with it's cold knife, cutting through my throat and nostrils.
My eyes labored in agony to stay focus on the prize. This bittersweet dream would soon vanished without a merciful thought. As the spinning needles from the sun slap my face like hot water splashing against a boiling ***.
There I was, naked, on the numb silent hugging earth, diving deep into the memory of my untimely birth.
The sound of mosquito trains zipped passed my ears,
Bringing with it, my treasured hopes and cunning fears.
The air tasted softly warm and bitter like a mixture of fire and salt water.I sluggishly inched upwards with heroic fortitude, fighting against all odds will always be my attitude.
Then I felt it, the drilling of flesh in my left thigh and the awareness of red lavender ribbons of blood,which quickly became an ants flood.
How will I survive this? Then I heard man best friend and enemy barking .I started shaking, every breath was a burning fire in my chest. It is now or never. I looked and saw the sparkling lights of moving crystals, an eternity bellows. No more to think of sorrow or tomorrow. I took the plunge
Brilliant, mellow, warm light, the elephant grass lifts its emerald green swords waving slowly in the dancing wind. An amber red atlas moth with its owl-eye wings glides along the blades with exhilarating pride.
Amids the elephant grass a sliver whispering stream. The moth deeps it feet to take a taste , skipping along the cool silky surface with grace.
Bright, crimson heat. The elephant grass bends their rusty blades in retreat. A stagnant pool sits among decaying roots where a winglike creature bows lifelessly still. Diaphanous kites of spider mesh hugging tightly for the ****.
All in the tentacles of time.
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