You were my glowing star, always mysterious and pleasing seemed close, seemed nearby, yet far away yet distant and like spring clouds – inconsistent. The
Time is a Thief With a Painter’s Brush
Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never
100 Days
100 days of fierce fighting For sovereignty For freedom For peace 100 days in incessant fear Nightly prayers that bloodshed would cease. 100 days- she
Welcome to The Gun Show
Stockpile military weapons, Stockpile high-volume gun clips Spread of infested rats through the country Is it our fate? Is this the end? Predicted apocalypse? Registered,
A Troubled World
Is it too much to wish for peace? For the world without violence We have become excessively obese With bigotry, with hate, with idleness. This
Price for Freedom
We are divided by walls Invisible, but gun enforced Ignorant, stubborn stalls. We talk and talk – it’s déjà vu Rephrase, rehearse Wipe off gunpowder
Infamous Eight Minutes
My city is in tears. My city is in anguish. You, whom we trust, betrayed us. We tolerate, we talk, we pray. What does continuous
I Can’t Breathe
A sudden force threw me off my feet. Oh dear God! What just happened? The counterfeit twenty trapped me in. The counterfeit twenty became my
Youthful Hope
I don’t want much But peace and respite for my worn-out soul I learned the meaning of emptiness, the life insignificance And today, all I
My soul is filled with poison of the world
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Walk into May
Birds chirping, dancing, Nesting on the trees. Flowers in the garden Blossoms and fresh breeze. Hepatica everywhere, violet, white and blue Waves gracious goodbye, Awakens
Distilled Existance
Tranquility is what I need. Tranquility is what I’m after. To find a sense of peace, Collect the pieces of the life that shattered. Revival
All Thy Ignorant
All thy ignorant, all thy vile If you can’t see that you have poisoned the Earth. Short- term thinkers, noisy and loud Decided fear to
Rushed to the Last Train
Fresh snow on roads – On frozen puddles of yesterday’s rain. Past, present, and future packed in one suitcase Can this be real? Did the
Grounds For Hope 