Take me where the demons liveI want to learn how they kill love Peace lies cold in a graveyard farIt wonders what the soldiers died for There’s power, greed, a hunger fierceThey turn all good into a stupid farce I stand alive and thinking, but I stand aloneLet them destroy everything, then align W3 Prompt … Continue reading Out in the cold
hats and veils fleeunable to concealred-hot authenticitybuzzing brainscrowd runwaysready to fly transmute mouldsinto flying gearHold judgmentwatch magic unfoldyour world’s set to changeby a yet unseen range talent blooms fromlong-suppressed rageindividuality is finallycoming of age Poetics - In other Words Image Credit: Georgia O’Keeffe, Three Women (1918), watercolour and graphite on paper, Georgia O’Keeffe Museum, gift of Gerald … Continue reading Implosions
‘Jus saying’…opinions are not innocentloaded with preconceived notionsinherent likes and dislikesthey weave a tangled web of untruthspeople believewhat they want to believeand discard the restherd instincts take overto do the rest-blow up sane minds Quadrille #223
Life’s kinda sorta normal.Till I ignore the spiders beneath coversI don’t like them crawling on my skinI can’t focus on anything else then… I call pest control; they do a good jobThe stench fills my nostrils for a weekI open the windows,but there’s smoke from a fire outsideyou can’t trust anyone these daysthey generate smoke … Continue reading Kinda Sorta
Bury the hatchet before saying goodbyeLet love, not languorous rancour, sing a lullabySee silhouettes on a sunset skyPast and present pale shadows are passing us byComplaints, conflicts are so yesterdayPerfect is a perspective, mental inlayWe were ourselves; ditch world views on parting notes MTB: Rhyming Alliteresen
stars come aliveon a clear skybut my skin still burns(ineffective sunscreen)longs for soothing lotionsglycerine, rosewater and limebefore I dream of rainy daysand cloudy skies moon on its daily sojourninternalizes changecontrols the tideswhile I roll on white sheetsrestless, awake…go skinny-dippingon sultry nightsunder the stars W3 Prompt #157
The lamp stays aflame, waiting for the genieCome claim its freedomThe lamp is tired,watching the genie frolic around-multiple masters, numerous assignments-lot of adventure, a grateful clientele. I’ve borne you for 5000 yearsattracted innocents to accidental rubsbecoming Masters of their Fate While I remain sedate, cold or hotMiracle I am, Angel you are notI respect the … Continue reading Lamp and Genie
Will she turn back and look?I wonder, standing on the balcony.But she doesn’t…. yet another dayshe hasn’t spoken to me. Her impudence is annoying.Yet I love her more than myselfMy daughter reminds me so muchof my youth Weekend Writing Prompt
He switches off to elude the trace,alone in a bunker, a ghost in space.Sweat beads whisper of pending doom,A life behind bars, or in a tomb. Gun barrel cradles restless sleep,echoes wail—grief runs deep.A child’s voice, a sorrowed plea,“Why did you take him away from me?” Doubt creeps in, beliefs grow thin,A shadow looms where … Continue reading The Terrorist
Tearing hurryRebel instinctsAspirations galoreNeanderthals emergeSustainable changeFights fads and frenzyOn logical groundsRespond, reason, repeat … duckMaelstroms that suck you inAnnoying oppositionTilted axisInvitations to spinObjectivity winsNot a battle, but a war W3 Prompt #156
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