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In the dark room
Sparks fire—
Whispers of the sun
And silence blankets the sky,
I was born amongst the ruins
Of gentleness and wounded love,
By the dug kurgans of the Amazon,
The brands of rains ever burning
And foils of hope, fated, turning,
An outer beast eyes and howls,
The merciless stars ever sweep
And cowl in coldest sparkle flame,
Merest minded words, fainted, stab,
Drop in the down volumes of space
Evaporating under the brooding
Mortal emptiness.
 Dec 2016 brian odongo
S M Chen
A lean, young peripatetic
Thinks slimness may be genetic.
     Both father and son
     Find sleepwalking fun,
Despite a pace that's frenetic.
The seams of society became frayed and undone. The people were confused and filled with inpatients. No one knows where the thread first came unraveled, but when the smoke cleared the face of the world had changes. Power was ripped from the hands of those who held it and overnight new leaders were born. Ideas that had been suppressed now came to the surface, along with earth shaking new ways of doing things. It all came crashing down as the old ways were wiped away and a new path to tomorrow was found.
I can't imagine anything
More painful than watching
The one you love
Love someone else
They way they should
Be loving you.
 Dec 2016 brian odongo
S M Chen
Said an aging linguist named Flynn,
"I hardly know how to begin.
     The words I once used
     Now make me confused;
I forget which language they're in."
 Dec 2016 brian odongo
S M Chen
An addicted artist awoke
And vowed to give up ro-coke.
     A gambler in debt,
     He increased his bet,
Deciding to go for baroque.
Po
If marriage is a cherished dream
I would like to fulfill It with utmost earnest
 Dec 2016 brian odongo
Viseract
A collision of energy
Your passion and purity
My will and practicality
Fused and refuse to detach

Now, I just hope it lasts
Wrote this a while ago, the person it was for is gone
 Dec 2016 brian odongo
S M Chen
An expert safecracker with brawn
Was caught at his work before dawn.
    Though he paid for his deeds,
    His epitaph reads:
"Here lies a pro and a con."
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