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George Krokos Apr 2021
A wasted effort can be seen to be like a trial run
and the objective would be to learn and have fun.
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From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020
Ha...ha

Seriously
I laugh at those
Whose only goal
Is to rise high

That high
Where
They are left
Alone

Let me laugh
Once again
Ha..ha..ha
Genre: Observational
Theme: What Next?
Note: The higher one rises, the more farther the home will be. And it's only the home, the best place to be. In the background of COVID-19.
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
So, You want to win?
I too wish
You to win

Your winning
Never makes me
A loser

I am
In a constant pace
In a different race
For a different cause
Towards a different future
Trusting the process
Of self renewal
All way along
Since then

So, You want to win?
I too wish
You to win

Embark on
Your journey
Thrive and flourish
All the best
Genre: Inspirational || Experimental
Theme: Sanity
Author's Note: And I have seen
Some are taught
Just to take part in a rat race

With whom?
For what?
Still
In confusion
How strange a tide… apathetic to its core.
Novichok in the system — we’ve already hit the floor.
Not without warning for the interested few.
Sure, indigo on the spectrum, but black in our view.
Our prophets are wary, lamenting for the lot.
The glass thicker than ever: they’re forced to watch them rot.
Let’s not dilute it over biscuits and tea.
We’re addicted to passion; it drains both you and me.
Quit cold turkey; we’ll wither and die within the week.
We blew past the sabbath; so muddle on and be meek.
Telephone the skies, but the network is full:
We put off the harvest — our calls all but null.
“Don’t think just breathe and wait for the pull of the plug.”
There’s a way, truth, and life; but deafness is the most popular drug.
Our water is muddy; the dolls’ overjoyed.
Reject all the falsehoods; their eyes shimmer from the void.
I’m here to remind you there’s more than you think.
Dead end paths are common; they want you to sink.
Exist behind ego and you’ll miss the horizon.
Perspective’s a gift if you’re looking to wisen.
Races aren’t games for an aspiring professional.
Throw out your excuses you don’t need a confessional.
There’s anguish in the conviction; you’ll be forced to commit.
But sleep-walking is pervasive; few actually submit.
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
Hopefully

Someday
Together
We will pray
For a common
Wellbeing
What is good for

Hopefully
It be
Soon
Genre: Spiritual
Theme: Greeting the divine
Manan sheel Jan 2019
These thick waves of this river,
This fading sun, a little above it,
This unique universe,
These eyes which carry universes,

All these are works of art,
created for us,
so that we can see glimpses
of our home, in them,
in certain moments,
and reach it,
when worthy.


© Manan sheel.
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