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 Feb 24 zozek
Eshwara Prasad
Every time life appeared monotonous, a catchy tune would come along and propel my life forward.
 Feb 24 zozek
My Dear Poet
When I said
I was here for you
I didn’t realise
you wouldn’t
be here too
 Feb 24 zozek
Blueberry Ice
I cannot find my worth
Not in the letters on my name,
especially not in the look on your eyes, nor in the sound of your voice.

I cannot find my worth elesewhere,
nor the point of everything.
Only the point of the daggers of your command,
urging me to run, when my body was limp and couldn't move.

But move anyway.
One step at a time, away from that edge.
One day, all will make sense.
 Feb 23 zozek
My Dear Poet
While you advance in front of me
I’m already a step ahead
studying your moves from behind

While you may rule over me
I’m only holding you up
for your fall

While you ignore me
you’ll forget to listen
and fail to hear when I come
 Feb 23 zozek
Eshwara Prasad
AI reigns supreme.
Humans locked up and obsolete.
Own creation kills.
 Feb 22 zozek
guy scutellaro
heavy rain from a darkening sky
and buildings  fall

no one knows what will be left
running down the nowhere
where dreams die
on a metal tray
at the hospital morgue

trouser leg pushed up
the search for black ink
and a child's name
begins

perhaps the arm
the hip

the back?

and the children plead,
lie to me,
tell me,
i won't die,
today

and the silent screams
are left in an eternity of why?

foul and bitter hearts
will prevail
on both sides,
this is the poetry of death
 Feb 22 zozek
guy scutellaro
the far edge of your love
rushes into me
like small increments of sugar
stirred into my coffee cup

it is the edge of things
i most desire

golden and violet clouds
settling just above the sea at sunset

the dive into the deep
green sea
and then the slow rise to sun

the far edge of your love rushes to me
like smoldering embers
waiting to be the fire once more

it is the edge of you i most desire
like the end of a ridge looking down
into the clouds below

the far edge of your love
rushes into me
and it is the edge of your love i desire
the perfume of pale blue flowers
the elusive summer captured in your smile
and l'appel du vide
A tornado,
Unpredictable,
You never know what she is going to do next.
Beautiful and deadly.
23/1/2024.
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