In the haze of it's flames
a man laid under Canopies
of burning light of a siren
cutting through the smoke
as if it was paper.
Their voice, flooded with drought
loss of input
they weren't able to speak
it was suffocating
the texture of the brittle
firm cement, under their cheek
Thus all they had left
was a broken requiem
of a better day.
there she hangs
my most appealing branch
bonding with a full-grown oak tree
what a fine firm fit
she enjoyed splendid foothold
one could say
according to her blooming children
far from decay
and her healthy membrane
enveloping the sturdy stem
that no wind can shake
pick me, pick me!
I will pick you
as long as you promise me
one last time
that you will stay
never let go
so I can
like my head in god's bulge
as I hoist myself onto oblivion’s clasp
into the deadliest of heavens
when you find me
In the need of a loan,
Let’s meet some officers who must not a con.
Mr. Terrier, the senior one,
Always FRISKY and care for none.
The morning routine starts so early.
Trying to look DAPPER with hair curly.
The skin of brown and polished BOOT
I tried to look professional and cute.
The meeting started and Officer looks firm.
Presented us with all the loan term.
The terms we agreed and the agreement signed.
Now the chores are done and an assistant is assigned.
The assistant looks like as young LAD.
Hope he had all the experience and be true to our FACE.
The day went well and now time to sleep.
There must be some dream, waiting long deep.
A requirement of a loan leads to a simple regular encounter explained.
I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.
Alone in the lockdown, in front of screens, one may feel anxious and worried. As mature beings, I think it is best for us to adjust our minds to the thoughts of all kinds of destinies. We go through trauma and get depressed when we have to live lives we never thought we may have to live. At this point in time is when the presence of God the almighty comes in. He is like cool water freezing your boiling and scalded anxious mind. He will give what is best for you, all you need to do keep on worshipping Him and trust your case with him.
Flow through my dry hair,
Enrich me with your strength,
Kiss me on my cheek softly,
And let me grow into a grove over you.
Certain people, places, things and forces have the power to love you and heal you so much that you end up forever indebted to them, for their unshaken and unconditional care. Respect them, and they sweep you off of your feet, into a world of beauty and brightness.
I can keep up
So shut up
I may seem weak
But that’s just me bein meek
Quit with the talk
Don’t be so shocked
The truth is you don’t know
What’s buried down low
So back down
Because you don’t know what you unbound
You’re tuff stuff
But I’ll tear you apart, I don’t bluff
I yearn for days wasted in my youth
Had not known the value of each one
Wishing back summers hanging from tree limbs
Those unpolluted seasons are done
Dimensions of yesterday remembered in color
Dappled spectrum of greens and blues
Berries picked preciously with eager pleasure
Firm trail wild beneath worn shoes
The thing I wish I knew back then
What matters most is today
Failed to appreciate my younger years
Best times of my life I just let slip away
I can't help but think about it each and every day
Reminiscing about the good old days
There’s much strength
in firm, solid ground
yet I’m still obsessed
with having my head
deep in the clouds.
We all start to fall when we
get hungover from the high.
We forget how to be humble
when we get a taste of the sky.
One of many lessons. - 3
Just a blind man can have faith
In the firmness of world beneath his bed
So also will I believe in steadfastness of my God
And that I will arise anew each day
To begin again
For as long as he wishes
I am his