Fire ruined
Almost everything
To ashes
With a
quick glance
And destroyed
the lives
Of thousand animals
Even though some
Rescued gracefully
With the
helping hands
Of God’s love
And the
Panic situation
Settled only
After a blessed rain
That rain
Helped to
Quench the fire
And healed
Thousands of
Wounded hearts

Again
Slowly
It started to recover
By the wet land
And those trees
Started budding
And making
Its leaves
By filling
The holes of
Ruined land
With the
Wholly vibes of
Pleasant nature
That soothes
Every soul
To live and
Love the land
Once again
With its mesmerising
Scenic beauties
To feel
Grateful for
And giving a
Remembrance
To maintain our
Biodiversity
By enhancing
the greenery
To enrich our
Flora and fauna
With a balanced
Ecosystem

I find myself looking for you around in other people,
When I walk past that door, Or, through the places unknown,
I see two people exchanging a glance, or kissing good-byes,
And I think of you a little more, and look at myself with a sigh!

I find you in places I thought I could be alone.
Moments that I thought brought me peace,
movies that I saw to clear my head,
All of these now only causes me distress.

But this is the ***** truth of life,
We'll be together forever was just a lie.
I know I'm broken badly,
It's all gonna be okay,
Gradually it is all going to be fine.

You left me in shock by not giving me any time,
I still can listen to your voice in my head,
And the smell of your skin makes me feel sad,
Future you showed to me, it all feels like a dream,
The only thing being it’s her in it now, and not me.

I keep telling myself these days,
Just give yourself some time,
Sit back, relax and sip the juice of the lime.
I too shall find the peace in my life,
The one that I can perfectly call mine,
But for now, I guess I need to move on,
Why cry for someone who's already gone.

I don’t think about you as much anymore. I don’t feel the same way about you either.
All those feelings that used to cut me to the core seem like distant memories, possibly even as far back as a previous life. I do remember though. Vividly. What it felt like. That white-hot feeling of panic, stemming from the pit of my chest. Followed by the feeling of being cold, so very, very cold. As if you’d stripped me of any and all warmth I ever carried. My light had faded and faded- until it eventually burned out. For a while I was just numb, nothing felt real. It had to be a long-winded nightmare… I was going to wake up any minute and roll over to have you pull me into your arms, reassuring me it was all a dream. It was all in my head, right? I never woke up.

Or at least, I didn’t think I did.

Today I saw a poem that made me realize, maybe I have finally woken up. I don’t think about you as much, and I most certainly don’t feel the same way about you either.

none if it was supposed to happen,
no wine spilling
from whosever glass heart
would hold it.
mine shattered, and it poured profusely,
condescension and hatred,
in good measure.

the lies were supposed to rest
on an old, dusty shelf
with books you no longer read,
forlorn, while warmer things
filled your heart.
only now that it's gone,
do you believe yourself the victim,
and pretend to care.
from what remains, no love of any kind
will ever echo for you again.

Now, a new stream, new persona at the keys, perhaps,
we go with it,

a team thing, the old boys, who were never serious,

'til the end, amazing
grace, 'n'all that... they meet the guy that was gonzo

for Jesus, the proto-type, maybe,

but now, he's mellow, got the basic boomer

sub urban rural typical tv family of the decade types

of stories forming pustules in stages
sure to be virulent

if one of 'em pops.

Jesus, what if it got out.

Right.
That easy. Peace in the midst of chaos,

the perfect circle in the wide part of the dark paisley,

yinyangyenyank twang twang bang

stradivarian wood, we froze our buts off dis

covering the never hidden, merely,
yet to be known, sealed knowns
known in physics and biology
'n'mythical synchronal stars
all things working right on
deconstruction
zones

sorting pieces of the plans,

we have 8 strands,

3 have marks from the cain diet,
2 y carriers hold mods
from the fires
of both Tubal and Jubal, so they hold

the intuitions,

these are the sybils we were sent to make clear.
Is this clear.
Texting leaves records, as does light,

time is written in light.
May be.

So,
in the direction of the spin, we lean,
and the yingyangthang rolls,

just like ol' sisyphus's rock, perpetual motion,
with a will to live,

leaving be,
I believe you shall eventually come from under the umbrella.

I am defining my terms,
in preparation,

making up a myth, to play with, to see if ifity is as I imagine,

as enjoyable as any creative urge indulged,

in the post truth acknowledgement

beginner's pool. No disconnection here.

Look, quarter in the telescope,
out there, we are beyond all you think or ask

potentialities,
you believe the Bible, you believe me, we words
to the wise enough,

evil is as evil does, not as evil thinks it does, it lies.