Brushes of thoughts
Tones of nostalgia
Shades of doubt
Covers of unease
Escape my simple mindedness
The higher I’ve been
The lower I sin
The faster I think
The slower I sink
Will never get me over this
The blacker my reasons
The bloodier the season
The bolder the actions
The more timid reactions
Can’t flash to something more definite
Contrasts of illusions
Likeliness of confusion
Drums of contempt
Whistles of mere delude
And yet the answer is…..
Month: May 2017
Commenced it has
dreams, life, memories, poem, Poetry, timeBold drapes; enclosing curtains
Flutter reassuringly, circling
Mother den
Lumps of chalkish vessels
Resume background for the heavens
A sturdy mirage of black and white polka-dots
Unleash serendipity; “mho-ooo-ooo” rolls
The stillness, trapped in an anonymous threshold
Zooms respectfully near, busy counting molds
Or immodest green leaves, corrupt’d by dust
Almost aching for you to grab hold; subtle lust
Trumpets roaring, books snoring
Roosters howling “morning”
It.Has.Commenced…
Vis-à-vis
dreams, life, memories, Poetry, timeShall we?
We shall.
Will I?
I will.
An epidemic
Waltz of words
Slightly rhetoric
Duly rehearsed
Sidestep into the rat-race
Empty carcasses to fill
Drown in the tidal-waves of faces
And the grass is falling greener, still
Ready, set, pause—
Intrinsic moments
Gutless shallow clauses
Lay absent opponents
Ripple, crackle, shot
Slow motion inept
Lights out; veiled dot
Shadow’s shadow put to the test
Did he?
He did
Can I?
I…