#cirlce
Like a frozen stone
Without a glance being blown,
I got thrown away.
I was flying in silence,
Then, I moaned up without resilience
On a brick.
Through an eaves,
I fell into the stream's waves,
Unheard, unhurt.
Frozen imprisonment
Where the jailer is the detachment,
Not somewhat cold.
The spring is sobbing,
Its tears are smoothly rushing,
Pushing to a land.
Among stones standing,
Patience is suffocating, ending,
Drying crying.
Smooth hands,
Promising their hold never ends,
They disbanded.
In a new stream,
Me and solitude in a team,
But it's all fine.
Sleeping is the only way,
Not seeing when we're thrown away,
Again, again.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
See the river, springing forth: giving us life, giving us hope,
By the river, there's plantation helping to build this great nation!
See plantation, springing forth giving us life, giving us hope,
By plantation there's a market so powerful no one can stop it.
See the market, springing forth: giving us life, giving us hope,
By the market, there's a village so alive, its been there for ages!
See the village, spring forth: giving us homes, and shelter for the poor,
By the village, there's a there's a city, not a place for everybody.
See the city, spring forth: giving us life, giving us hope,
By the city, there's a factory, where some people work to make money.
See the factory, spring forth: giving us life, giving us hope,
By the factory, there's the country, a peaceful place to be.
See the country, spring forth: giving us life, giving us hope,
In the country, there's the home, a place you'll always belong.
See the home, spring forth: giving us warmth, warmth from the cold,
In the home, there's a family, we all have one, you and me.
See the family, spring forth: they're set apart, they're made of gold,
In the family , there are people, some a good, but some are evil.
See the people, spring forth: giving us life, giving us hope.
Of the people, there are we, struggling to find out who we will be.
You can see us, spring forth: giving us life, giving us hope.
We love each other, bros and sisters. No one like us, there's no other.
See me, so tiny, big as can be, with potentiality,
I'm me, all I can be.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
tufts of grass stand in the yard
hairy green patches of tenacity
in a field of neglect
half a screen guards
a **** stained door where
someone painted, 214
the pit bull sits behind it
waiting to be fed, and to be
chained again to the stake
where, like any beast bound
by gravity and the grave, he will
make ceaseless circles
smaller e a c h day,
unwitting sentry to those
two legged creatures
inside
who, with or without
the pit, lie prostrate, in dreamless
bug rich beds
when they fall
from sleep, they too make circles
bound by stakes and chains…
invisible
though their pull is felt
and their infernal rattle heard
no matter how far from home
the prisoners of Tulip roam
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC