Too Many Lives to Count
They haunt my dreams, these flickers of a movie reel, memories I feel so deeply in my state of disrepair,
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
They haunt my dreams, these flickers of a movie reel, memories I feel so deeply in my state of disrepair,
Read moreThis tale tells of a nymph disowned for her insight and pleasured truth, imposed on those who could not face
Read moreLilting breezes dust the scorched dry plain, as sun renounces its daily reign and life sighs in relief, a small
Read moreColors of My Seasons … Green was the color, of my summer, lovely were the days and warm were the
Read morePerilous though life may be, more peril comes from stagnancy, and choices deem the circumstances due, when we choose movement
Read moreThe Storyteller … An exquisite wizard, prolific and gifted expressing natural aptitudes, many unscripted. Where thoughts conglomerate, the mind amalgamates,
Read moreBeautiful Girl in Sunglasses Brilliance on display As she sits alone at her regular table Each nightly performance Unplanned, unscripted,
Read moreDreams Within her Dreams … He was not like any other, followed no script, Knew who he was and accepted
Read moreThe tightrope taunt, a narrow line on which to tread, and we hang on by a thread, this demarcation of
Read moreThe flighted dove recalls not its plight, freedom is simply its life, and nature’s twists and turns not considered ill,
Read moreYou, me and the paddy fields… YOU, ME AND THE PADDY FIELDS Hold my hand and let us
Read moreA heart can break a million times and still seek love, for what more in meaning can we find in
Read moreAs if in time the movement stopped, the stream in threads of plaited cloth, and colors dance upon the surface,
Read moreCaught in a prism of light, painted colors of ethereal glow, and no matter where I gaze, light refracting shimmers
Read moreThe sea surges and attests the shore with white crested touch, relentless waves of leaping foamy tufts of life in
Read moreOctopus old age Imagine what it could mean The generational enrichment Of everything learned When alas ‘Tis lost in a
Read moreA winter morning … A winter morning The morning sunbeams half mindedly peek through a looming lattice of gray
Read moreEven my blackbird is silent, no doubt panting profusely in shadow, as searing heat rises, and desert winds taunt the
Read moreIf we can find joy in living, then despair is a depth unfamiliar, and as challenges present difficulty they are
Read moreThe morn begins without fanfare, the creeping sun in silent rising brings warmth to day, and awakening life bleary-eyed, sighs,
Read moreWords like silk, soft to an ethereal touch, flow like endless streams from the mouths of divine serenity, unaffected by
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