She cries such tears broken beauty, for she lies in discontent amidst the flowers, and the rain and in the wind, and of those who slumber eternally, and who are not remembered in any sense, she is oblivious to them, and her head hangs down so tired of such loneliness, and solitude brings little comfort,…
Read MoreIn the Sistine chapel, and the characters about the place, and in the characters eyes that in wonder drew you to it, and then the clothing and then the face, in the Sistine chapel, and the characters about the place, and in its sensibilities, in its sensibilities that were captured in the paint, the detail…
Read MoreYou broke the peace with a scream, you shattered the night and turned, on the light and you awoke from a terrible dream, yes, you looked at the stars, and the moon and you rubbed your eyes, and realised that you had woken too soon, and your mind was not of your control, and so,…
Read MoreSay it, say it like you mean it, and let me believe it, let me truly believe, because I am on the edge of the precipice, and I feel uneasy, and I feel uncertain where we are in our relationship, and I want to know where we stand, and it is not too much to…
Read MoreWe seek to find sanity, for we are disturbed by others lack of peace of mind, and we seek to find happiness, but the colour of the days, shadows the world with grey, in the depression of our times, and we seek to find clarity, and humility, when we can, and we seek to find…
Read MoreRugged and ragged and worn at the edges, humanity is brought low by words and pledges, that never usually amount to anything, for we aim for better societies, but money eradicates many good intentions, that people have when they begin to speak on such things, and with money instead of building up fences, we tear…
Read MoreReticence and recalcitrance, two partners in belligerence, that will not move and will not bend, and do not make any sense, and though you may talk and talk, some people's mentalities are stuck in a rut, but how will things change if you cannot comprehend, and how will things bring any understanding, of such problems…
Read MoreRaindrops in puddles, reflections of the time, a vision of the world in my imagination and in my mind. A vision of the future, a vision of more cultured climes, washing the earth, reinvigorating the time. Raindrops in puddles where I see the future, and where I look forward to peace, being brought upon the…
Read MoreShe was happy, when she saw it in the first place, the picture of her father, caught his likeness in such spectacular ways, and she smiled at the way he smiled and laughed, and looked lovingly, at the lines on his face, and at the colour of his skin, his skin so rugged but soft,…
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