"penicillin" poems
We live in a time of uncertainty
No jobs
Climate change
Mass killings
warnings of pandemics
Where is our utopia
where is our heaven on Earth
1900's we had
San Fransisco's earthquake
McKinley was assassinated
First Nobel prize
The Tunguska Event
nothing as changed in my eyes
1910's we had
Spanish flu
The sinking of the unsinkable ship, the Titanic
and World War 1
What else is needed to say about this decade
nothing changed as the human race lived on
1920's we had
Discovery of penicillin
The great depression
and prohibition
1930's we had
Bonnie and Clyde
Hindenburg disaster
Discovery of Pluto
Al Capone imprisoned
1940's we had
World War 2
Mount Rushmore completed
Big bang theory formulated
Israel founded
Nothing changed but who knew
1950's we had
Castro becomes Dictator of Cuba
Laika the dog goes into space
Korean War began
History never changed and neither will the Human Race
1960's we had
The rise of the Berlin wall
First man on the moon
Vietnam War
Nothing changed and won't any time soon
1970's we had
First test tube baby
Tangshan Earthquake
Kent state shootings
Elvis died
1980's we had
Chernobyl
Tiananmen square massacre
Exxon oil spill
Nothing changed and never will
1990's we had
Oklahoma city bombing
Princess Diana died
Columbine massacre
World Trade Center bombed
End of the Cold War
2000's we had
Hurricane Katrina
Pluto reclassified
Obama elected
September 11th
2010's we had
Haiti Earthquake
Japan Earthquake
Bin Laden killed
BP oil spill
England riots
Brazil riots
China banned time travel.
We're only 4 years in.
**** sapiens are nearly 200,000 years old
nothing changed
and never will
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
The Viet Nam era was a witches brew.Mission creep in Saigon
The evening news brought the ****** trips stumbling into
my TV dinner, kicking over my Tang.
Bouncing Betty went bang
Beans and ***** out the can.
Guys in my age bracket knew it was safe cause 18 was the magic Number.
RESPECT
Simon and Garfunkel ,The godfather of soul.
What we.
Had Here.
Was.
Failure to Communicate.
We were reaching for the stars with one hand and
squeezing of rounds with the other. Bobby was in the crossfire
Martin would retire,
I remember.
Guys slinking back home with broken minds
Baby killers all. No love ,No jobs. COMBAT FATIGUE. PTSD Came later.
Got a monster habit, Nose running of like a racetrack rabbit.
Oh yeah Asian Strain Gonorrhea.
Penicillin
Penishmillin. WTF
Hendricks.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
Scottie spot a thot
Scottie spot the thot
Taking multiple shots
Scotty hopped right off his stool
Up to the thot he walked
Hoping she didn't find him
A fool
He said hey thot
From across the bar I spot
Such a **** fine thot
Wouldn't you hop on my ****
Now the thot looked restless
What a decision?
This might be the first time the thot
Well..thought
Needless too say it wasn't long
Before the thot hopped on
Scottie's ****
Scottie thought
Man after this thot
I might need a penicillin shot
Oh no, Scottie watch!!!
Here comes the thot's
Big pop
Threatening to give Scottie,
A pop pop
Scottie prayed to god
He wouldn't see no cops
Especially since before he
Made a stop at the ******* spot
And especially not for some
Thot
We all know Scottie
For a thot he's never fought
So he hopped off his stool and
Ran out of the club
He ain't no nub!
Scottie didn't get popped for no
Silly thot
And so is the story
Of Scottie spot the thot
Who took multiple shots
Hopped on Scottie's ****
And called on her
Big pop
Who almost gave Scottie
A pop pop
Scottie went to the clinic
To get a shot
And thought twice
The next time he spot a thot
Taking multiple shots
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
My dreams whisper sweet things
And surreptitiously speak to me
My waking words are rote and empty
-spilling with hypocrisy
Yet their comforting embrace
Simply bring smiles to my face
Filling my mind while I'm asleep
They send messages lined with silver That vanish when I wake
To bring about a dull and listless form Who is shaping my last mistake
You see I wake in a storm
Simultaneously feeling constrained
To my bed
I can't get up while there's no filter
For the rush of noises in my head
If there's a difference between
What you know and what you believe Then why is it not as easy
To imagine my reprieve
Why can I only experience a vivid life
While I sleep
Then once again wake up
To this Fear Doubt and Anger
Choking me
Invoking me by pushing buttons
Of their endless promises
To for certain be found in youth
While my vision is livid sinning
Contemplating and pinpointing
Who too close is uncouth
You sit there and feed my veins
An explanation to your lies
With all the compromised
Washed up water
Memorized methods
Coping mechanisms
While it's your heart that remains
Aloof
Then sit there in desperation
Reiterating as if you know
The deep introspective answer
When any fool can see your wisdom
Is wrought in the vanity
Of a talented dancer
If you lost the truth of sanity
Would you retrieve it for ten cents
Or would you search inside
Before hiding from the confines
Of a necessary moment
I'd rather die or sacrifice my life
Before cowering from what's hidden
The message so raw
That counts your flaws
Like there was some proof
In what is missing
But ultimately I guess
It comes down to the small decision
The chip on my shoulder
That became a boulder
When I reached out
For my inner vision.
So while I feel so disparate and alone
In the trenches losing my senses
Will I be the hero or be the villain
Will I let the poison make me it's toy
Or take the penicillin
*Some days my life feels as heavy
As that last breath left over
From how loudly I shout
But I guess a general synopsis to you
Of how I sometimes feel inside
Is a decent first step to waking up
While I'm down and out*
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Pooey, pooey, poo. Gee, I smell you. It's time to take a bath now.
Stinky, stinky, doo, you friends do to. You reek and oh you stink, wow!
So could you hurry to the shower and rub some soap all over you *** Don't hold back!
And if you do remove the peu you'll find your friends won't gag and hack. That's a fact!
So pooey, pooey, poo. What will you do? There's a bathtub fillin'.
Stinky, stinky, doo. It's up to you. To wash off that penicillin.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
Zen monks sit quietly on
stern pillows of effervescent soul.
I do not,
My patchwork pillow is filled with
styrofoam-- artificial.
Hasidic Rabbis rub their tired pious books
adding more wear marks from years worrying
which appear like a foreign tongue on the cover.
My book is full of yellowed, empty pages
sitting, dust-ridden on a abandoned shelf.
The head of the Shiite rests against solid stone
The penitent countenance like a mirror of Mecca.
My forehead bears only the reddened mark of my forearm
from the vibrant narcolepsy of life.
The Atheist sits in the coffee house
lecturing the disinterested Baristas
about the tomfoolery of religion.
I sit alone,
nodding sagely,
sipping wine that tastes
flat against my tongue.
What does a depth of spiritual belief offer?
There is an unwritten, unquantifiable,
essence that belief gives the human.
A depth of meaning, like
a shot of penicillin to a case of chlamydia.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
You're good for me like penicillin.
But I haven't popped enough of you yet.
Sightings of you as rare as an eagle,
The rare occasion I feel like a human.
Your purity is beyond belief,
like the cleanest **** on the street,
Your skin is the smoothest white marble
You're like renaissance art
I would quit all of my bad habits
just for a day in your presence
I wouldn't need another sip of *****
or sweaty fumbling in the back of a car
How do I tell you how I'm feeling
With a keytar and shaker at your door?
Could I win a joust for you?
I would invent electricity if I could.
But that's it, you demigoddess
You're boarding now a flying syringe
******* the life of me with every inch
What's blood for if not for spilling?
To me, you are perfect, love
A hologram i'm not allowed to touch
My tangled heart with stay right here
and pump occasionally for you my dear
10.13.12 1:20 AM
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC
We place ink on paper
The way we swallow a pill,
Hesitation,
Fear of bitter taste and
Dissatisfaction,
Failure to expel what truly
Eats us alive.
We try to wipe away the fever that stains
Our body
The way that the ink stains the pages,
Seeping through and latching on
With no hope of removing it
Until we grow a deep immunity,
A force that dissolves all absolute
Decay and bacteria
Until we are clean.
One dose of imperfection
And three moments of inspiration a day
Will make you healthy again
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
I've caught you like the common cold
but I have no interest in getting better
spare me the nyquil
I'll pass on the penicillin
I have no love for codeine
your presence is the most sobering thing I know.
I miss spoke a few seconds ago
there's nothing common about you
you're a rare strain of virus
and I'm patient zero
diagnosis: terminal
infect me,
corrupt me,
do your very worst.
break me down into my component parts
and return me to the earth from which I came.
I have made my peace.
I will rise from that same earth, lazarus of chocolate skin
a little stronger
a little wiser
immunized by your viral love to the horror of the world.
so take me
make & unmake me
I would die a thousand deaths by your hands.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
No one’s praying to God when their duty to truth hasn’t failed.
No one’s praying to God if you’re the doctor threatened with ****** for abortions you perform.
No one’s praying to God when you’re accused as a witch and the holy-fire at your feet’s getting warm.
No one’s praying to God when medicine stops the disease that uncontrollably spread.
I wasn’t praying to God, when it was time for my heart to break and the pieces are still aching.
I wasn’t praying to God when I saw from mountaintops the natural wonder of this land.
I wasn’t praying to God when the times were bad, better, or good.
But God isn’t funny
When government leaders say they hear the words that he spoke,
Or when the faithful say he hates us, internet decapitate us,
Bar atheist from running nations though we’re just normal folk.
God isn’t funny,
When Religion’s given money just so others can pray,
But instead try humanism,
Give the people penicillin,
Clean water, food, or a place to live in but,
Hunger isn’t hilarious.
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
I won’t be praying to God when my mortal heart finally fails.
No one would pray to God if they realized heaven’s not there when they finally close their eyes
I don’t pray to God, I won’t take false comfort in lies.
But God isn’t funny,
When people use his views to deft scientific proof.
Pronouncing old conclusions, renouncing evolution,
If it’s faith or truth it should be easy to choose.
But God isn’t funny,
When he gives false hope to the hurting and bereaved,
And it’s goes without saying,
If you’re a different faith or gay then,
We’re all peace and love but you’re not in the club.
Doesn’t sound so hilarious
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
Mister God look at your people they’re starving, freezing, diseased, or so very poor.
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
Laughing at the sky is odd.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 3:52 PM UTC
Anaphylactic shock hits like bricks
brings me down to my knees as the penicillin breathes
poison into my veins, nothing remains
of skin but a massive rash, bigger than the career of Johnny Cash
throat is closing up but I don't give a ****
my life is ending anyway, I can't go back to yesterday
in my life just one regret, haven't done one thing yet
missed my chance, nothing lasts
as long as you want, life is just a front
for a clock ticking faster than originally thought
life is too short to not ***** around
life is too short to be cubicly drowned
life is too short to remain on the ground
life is too short not to make yourself proud
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
When will I understand,
And learn to live and work,
Dear school will you teach me,
In these textbooks I lurk.
While Rosa Parks sat still,
And Fleming found penicillin,
Remember how great they are?
Raise our standards, cross the bar!
Studying twenty-four hours a day,
All work and no play,
Why do we do this only for marks,
There is knowledge, in the dark.
All you make us do,
Is derive this and that,
In the future in my cubicle,
I'll being having पराँठे to get fat.
These egotistical teachers,
They make me cry,
All I hear in the staff room,
Is पुलाव and दाल fry.
You go on with the system,
You go on with the lies,
Why don't you let us think!
Even we have minds.
These benzene rings and oxidation states,
Will never help me with taxes,
Theoretical imaginary waves & motions,
Make me a complete राक्षस!
Five thousand equations to integrate,
But all we do is differentiate,
This religion and that religion,
"It's all in my fate!"
Why don't we do something,
For the ever growing community,
Yes, the same society,
That doesn't let us break free.
Do you ever wonder,
Why our country is so poor,
There's a shortage of lawmakers,
And the government is run by actors.
My whole degree will be,
A complete joke,
No matter how much I study,
I'm just the "fresher" bloke.
I got ninety-seven percent,
In the prestigious class twelve,
Yet my IQ is,
As much as a बैल!
Why do you think eveyone is stupid,
And engineers smart,
I think studying Humanities,
Is a work of art.
These teachers think I'm obnoxious,
Just because I don't talk,
One day I'll prove something,
And on their face I'll walk.
I can't memorize these problems,
Don't forget, I too have a brain,
It isn't a big harddisk,
But at least, it isn't a grain.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
(Release Me!)
***
I'm the illa Killa Vanilla Consilla
Know That
I be the dope deala and deli meat Grrrrilla
like a Mystical street Thrilla
The Miracle Manzilla
A Mothra villian Chilla
If you rashin like pencil scratchin
for tongue tappin I cure like
penicillin the Wolf and Ben Stiller
I'm a hot steel on flesh wound heala!
(sssiizzzzle)
(Bang Bang)
Wake up to phone ringing
I'm head slinging
cloth stacking on a body
I'm sleep lacking
stay on track AND
(click clack)
My engine blows steam to
organize the regime
*** when I'm working
and writing
I am typing
and crying
*** this Job is dying me colors
like slashing my back and
(click clack)
They beast master and calls stack
I get my slack
between breaks and phone clack
and back track
to where the last ink slapped paper
and draw back from vapors
that ventilate out my ears
like kids caper through streets
with Halloween treats
I'm riding rails
like open sails
like blowing gales
it's raining hail
I'm screaming Hell
In this cube E Cell
(Toot Toooot)
My grey matter is burning
My soul coal is churning
like a witch on stick burning
(Crackle Pop Snap)
Release
(To get Back)
I Master peace
cause my mind's eyes flying
the call cue is dying my fingers fly
no longer trying
to typecast
I drive fast
then Breakfast
for den her
Then
(sshhhhhhh)
The universal remote
is on mute
transcending this dome
my transcendental home
It's my cue
To slip into
the zone
I sip a bit of foam
my cup of coco from
thus releasing my thoughts with YuuHmm
(slurp slurp)
I think for others Daily
Rarely given space or time or Air We
All must trust the Wind gust of
dust and skin gone so scaly
Yet I slither as slow as snails to my home
for me in my dome
to slip into the zone
I sip a bit of foam
from my cup of coco
thus releasing me with an
(Ohm)
of work for others Daily
Rarely given time or space or air WE
all must trust the Wind gusts of dust
and skin gone scaly
So we slither as slow as snails
to a home
for me
deep in my dome
sipping on the zone
bit off coco cup foam
slow snails slip
(Ohm....)
I master peace
Wind
(Release!)
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
(shhh its secret but..)
- a nail perfectly holding two surfaces together
- a flower growing from mud
- a **** protesting and growing in that tiny crack
- mould becoming penicillin and saving people
- that perfectly played set of notes
- officially ending another well written book
(*don't look to humans
for perfection
there is no such thing
for the likes of us. no
we are all imperfect*)
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
you know like when you eat something akin
to spaghetti bolognese with
penicillin bacteria
get a fever and wish you were a no. 86 bus driver
speeding past the greenbelt in the night?
oink oink i do too.
well... it makes you burp less that penicillin spaghetti bolognese
than cucumbers ever will.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
Will walked to his car, alone.
Another late night given to
that thankless, soul-stealing
excuse for employment.
As he opened his car door,
a gun being cocked
sounded behind him.
Then a voice:
"Give me the car
and your cash."
Will laughed:
"I've got nothing worth taking.
**** me and be done with it."
The hole in his belly
didn't hurt nearly as
bad as he thought it would.
A woman heard the shot,
and came running over
after the murderer had fled.
She said:
"I'm Maggie, don't worry.
Help is on the way."
Will awoke in a hospital.
He stared at Maggie,
and reasoned something like this:
"Well, I got shot; I'm probably dead.
And the silhouette of your hair
against the window looks
an awful lot like a halo."
She blushed:
"I waited all night for someone
to come visit you; to make sure
you were okay."
Then truth in reply:
"I've got no one and nothing.
You'll wait there forever if you're
looking for someone who cares."
She frowned:
"That's not true!
Clearly I care about you."
Will, in disbelief:
"So it appears.
I guess there's a first for everything."
She held his hand:
"But I've got work to go to.
I'll be back in the evening.
I'm glad you're alive."
Will nodded.
Things were certainly
changing for the better.
Maggie left.
An intern entered,
staring at a clipboard.
The intern, to herself:
"Well, 'Will' is certainly
a lot like 'Bill'.
And it's only penicillin;
what's the worst that
could happen?"
A few moments later,
Will died of a massive
allergic reaction.
Oh well.
Easy come, easy go.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
I know the good and the bad of it
Where the pendulum has swung
And where it intends to swing next
My body is filled with the knowledge of it
Poisoned marrow mixed in my bones
With a fresh prescription of penicillin
An invoice sitting on the coffee table waiting to be paid
My hand hovering over an overflowing astray
Holding a half smoked and forgotten about cigarette
A dust pan prompted against the stool it’s on
My growling liver eating the contents of my wallet
Leaving a receipt from the ABC store clinging to the condensation
Moistening the bottle of left out ***
This feeling of post apogee
The silent deafening moment
Of situational actualization
The view from the tipping point that lingers just long enough
To still see every vantage point, the good and the bad of it all.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
One day, I went to a doctor’s clinic
with a chief complaint of headache,
but he didn’t mind me being sick.
Instead, he lit a cigarette and took a break.
I asked him “why are you
insensitive to me while being so attentive to the patient who just left recently?”
But all he did is, he pointed at the window…
There I saw that patient took off with a BMW.
Then he started getting my history,
with a blink of an eye,
he finished so quickly.
With such short span of time,
I doubted if my disease will be treated,
for even his steth has no earpiece, he put it on my chest auscultated.
He then grabbed a pen
and prescribed me penicillin
to which, my goodness, I am allergic in.
I asked him to change that medicine,
but he insisted ‘coz the med. rep. is his girlfriend.
Later, he charged me
of a very high professional fee.
I begged him to lower that fee, hoping for a bit o sympathy.
But only heard him say..” I have so much bills to pay.”
Are we this kind of doctor for tomorrow, who will just add to the patients’ sorrow?Or those doctor who truly cares,
even to those who have nothing to share..
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Stale bread
Yale bread
pouring its mould into my head
penicillin in my eyes
I am cured
the whole world dies.
Yesterday sits heavy on my mind
the chiming of the shocking blondes wrap
tightly,
bonds which make the chains and lies
I am cured
the whole world dies.
This universal remedy
this magic
of calamity
the panacea of which I did not see
cures me as
the whole world dies.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
(Senryu-ous story)
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
I brush my teeth and
floss regularly, I wash
my roommates dishes,
I am generous,
I don’t run in the hallways,
I do my homework.
I support pizza
places, Amazon - I spur
the economy
semi-sleepless night
no worries, but tossing with
no sleep - what’s with that?
My health app says I
slept three hours, four minutes.
I’m low on toothpaste.
five-thirty AM
Lisa and I ran four miles
on the gym treadmills
Banana/ peanut
butter/ cacao/ oat milk/ chia
seed breakfast smoothie.
I've been in love with
styling dresses, layered
over flared jean pants.
My first look was a
tulle dress over sequined jeans
and tan kitten heels.
The winter hook-up
scene is in full swing - not for
me, I’m like second base
I just lay around,
in sad, unfettered, boredom
- a crying shoulder
for others, I’m not
a skanky ***** like [censored]
- try penicillin - ßℹℸçⒽ
Since, as you can see,
I am, for all intents and
purposes - perfect.
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
They say one thing leads to another
but I wish that wasn't so
how does One Stop racing
One thought... then the next
They all used to be good and suddenly without warning they just
turned around
Did a 360
Like I did on that dirt road at 17 thought we were going to die
Laughed afterwards... Adrenaline Junkies but now it makes me want to cry
wondering why I didn't die
From double lung pneumonia or the
anaphylactic shock when I was really young that penicillin
Hydroplaning off the road,
jumping an 8-foot Stonewall and having the car crushed to my chest
No one could see me in the down there
in the rain even my brother drove by
Couldn't breathe but somehow I made my way out with broken ribs down the road to a phone
that's all I remember about that
Endless stories of trauma I wonder if everybody's life is a city of it
like mine
I can only imagine it is
The terrible thing when your fight-or-flight response is all messed up
Looks like more than a Crossroads
Looks like an endless maze
Covered in a murky Haze
I hope I can find my way back though going to be a while...
I know the brain is a miraculous friend
I'm thinking way too much
They say the more intelligent we are
the more difficult it is to recover
so I wish I was less intelligent now
Or at least I could close this Pandora's Box
The memories that go round and round like the car in the parking lot that I kept spinning till it the engine died
I keep wondering if all that was just a dream
like getting thrown from the horse
There's a whole lot more that I got to shove
into a bottle
every time they're inside my mind
and I chuck them out into the ocean
hoping that they smash and burst on the shore and I will return to who I was
once more....
Keep focusing on the fact that there are more good days and bad
Try to look forward instead of looking back try to keep track of what's important
Right now I guess that's me.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
When,
Imagination used to be colourful
Songs, filled with presence
Ponds, serene deep
And,
The sky, clear blue.
I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
To witness, How,
The Humans were made Guinea pigs
WHO started to crawl
Penicillin promised its magic.
I wish, I could time travel to 40s.
When,
Mustache use to rule this world
Charlie was my smile Icon
****** has nonsense to tell
And,
Albert was lamenting.
I wish back, days of 1940s.
When,
Trust has everything to do.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
I walked in.
There was light.
I was fed penicillin.
I drank alchohol.
Carpe Diem.
21ST
I lost sight of it.
.. / .--. .-.. . -.. --. . / .- .-.. .-.. . --. .. .- -. -.-. . .-.-.-
I walked out.
The light was gone.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC