"pitta" poems
Please do not ring
For your eyes sting
As I see the many failures
The shadows in your eyes
For I seek to hide
From the many mirrors
Of this world
Please pass me by
Dismiss me
For your presence hurts
My very wishes
Splitting my heart in two
And the blessing of others
Chisel my brow
Aged by my own hope
I star gaze into
The world of relating
Never has a breath of love
Felt so far away
But there is a beauty
In the midnight black
As I gazeee
The love between stars
Dances and plays
But as day turns to night
I switch of the light
Feeling the gravity
Of this earth
My heart seeks
An unconscious sleep
Where my head rests
In the soil of my mind
For I am a solitary saxophonist
Who echos his song across
The still silent lake at night
Stirring the leaves of the willow trees
Who stretch over the moon lite lake
Slowly I tread
Into the dark lake at night
The murky waters of my mind
Descending the waters of fright
Where devils and demons
Lurk out of sight
Where I seek to meet
The dwellers of the deep
To hear their hidden screams
Releasing the sounds
Of the forbidden wounds
That haunt the twilight night
As the world seeks to draw
Me into their petty quarrels
Their childish fights
As they play
Pitta patta , pitta patta
Bakers man
So that they may find their hands
I bath in the warmth of God
Protected by the many showers
Of many disappointments
That are sprinkled on many a love
As I seek a deeper silence
Where the world flees from
I seek to find a solace
As I bring much company
To the many painful parts
Searching to cushion them
With a gentle love
Harvested from the oceanic realms
One we all may find
If we simply care to look
Taking breath to feel
The great aloneness
Can be a nervous task
But our many demons and angels
Will all be found
Standing close so very close
Hand in hand cheek to cheek
One the doctor ,one patient
So finding the treasures of our deep
Will bring you a great new sweep
As we wipe my feet clean
Before I enter another soul
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Little bright pitta
I throw to the bright sky
Look for your dim lights
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
kebab lips bleed
sweet chilli ozzzing
sanatary pitta bread
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
I see no hope
no mirage to console
no stars to guide
no rainbow to comfort
moving in the valley
valley of grief
streams of tears
dewdrops of sweat
forward and forward
passage not ending
up above
skies shooting down the umbrella of dark clouds
at an unknown fraction of moment
i hear the thunder and flashes of lightning
to ignite hope again
for the showers of joy & peace
oh! that mirth is my dream
and i drenched in that dream
thrusting, hoping, living
that it ill be true one day
© 2014 Pitta S Dev
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Historical reform work by Michael Angelo Buonaroti,
located in Pitta St. Basilica St. Small Vatican.
This is the first of the many works of the same topic
by the artist. The law was given to French Cantonal Jean de Bilheras,
a Roman associate. Women with eyes that have the bright light
of love, three tons instead of the United States, yellowheaded girl
goes brownheaded on acid in New York
and the power of living life in the royal royal palace
is a force. Eli's mistake about Joey Christ that morning
at Brown University; A child's birth, Igor ******
is a story of children.
English and Russian hairs with beautiful,
beautiful girls attached. God; The beauty of beauty
of the Lord IV IV, beauty's beauty;
Brides, children; children are taken before they can walk
into the wonderful events of another person's personality.
Tennis Tennis, Tennis, Tennis; The first day of the words
have the power to make a picture of the brain
that reflects the idea of a good lever and a designer
of black colors makes a Discovery; |The store's store
is missing from Renal Beach, the most popular dance
is in the Pink area of Hera's **** Soda is worn
with fine cream. White, white birds, are a diabetic message
with this bag bag, dead. The police experience the experience
of a mother who is pregnant to relieve her breast cancer.
When I talked about taking Ivan in with a bird,
I liked the debtor's hair. The best city offers most girls.
My method is for steroids, ******* le *******
les, green leaves and rescue animals; To use it,
I want to make rocky stones with the stove
and blades for Jewish surgery, to use it. She says
after the recording of girls; The girls and many
Australian athletes are in the ideal place
for life in life. Everything is a lifetime.
The bottom line is the quality of the green tree
that in the wide valley will sway. The buccas will play
a significant role. K. Mundae Torrents and Torrents
of Global Names: "Size Measures" only use Greek products.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
Each day, he'd sit
quietly at his desk,
sometimes,
for hours on end,
waiting for his
muse to return.
It was almost as if,
he were in some type
of trance,seemingly flirting
with the lingering shadows
of his melancholy, which often
haunted him and even taunted
him at times.
For they knew,
of all the things
in this wretched world,
his greatest desire was to write
In fact,
all he'd ever wanted
was to be a writer
Unable to embrace
the stifling stillness
often found in the echoes
of one's solitude,
he eagerly awaited the call
from the silent keys of his typewriter
sitting idly on his desk
A mere relic, collecting dust
in the shadows of the morning Sun
Oh, how he longed for them
to summon his wanting fingers
once more
How he longed to lovingly caress
each and every key
Joyously filling the quiet pockets
of air with the sweet and haunting melody of their timeless pitta patter
Oh, how he longed...
to make them sing again.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
glistening pavements and snow-topped trees surround
the December chill hangs perpetually in the air
but my head is on fire with thoughts of you and our Summer love
wrap me in layers of burning desire
pull me closer towards your fiery breath
surround me with your pitta-filled arms
my body is bubbling with thoughts of love on a Summer's day
all around me i hear the bones and teeth of a Winter's day trembling and chattering
i walk among them, naked and unbound
for i am floating in the lava of this Summer love
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC