He moonwalksto keep the crowds engagedputting up a grand showunder intense pressurewhen walking straightis not an option for himbut no one knows He jaywalksto express hidden angstand becomesa target for criticism Rebellion has deep roots Quadrille #189
Going far, going farInto a brave new worldCarrying the gist of meAnd my memoryTo be valued or discardedAs scraps of history Going far, going farOrwellian documentationof phenomenal imaginationsurpassed by the real worldchallenged by the Future-laughable limitations Going far, going farwhere the terms have changedI discard history, memoryto invent a new metill I un-see my old … Continue reading Twist of Mystery
The holiday resort boasts of having a frozen chamber – in a country that sees snow only on mountain peaks. Her boisterous teenagers come out with shades of blue on their skin. It has been a tough battle keeping them in. Yes, snow would be the easy way out, even if it was artificial. “Mom, … Continue reading Thaw the Blues
I look around for a wandering soulincomplete dreams; life not so wholeI offer silent tears; hoping he hearsPeople stood for him; he was not alone He put life on the line to achieve a goalsentenced to death for a rebel’s roleHe stood for freedom; but a neo-monarchyaccused him of treacherous anarchy He was a writer; … Continue reading On a writer’s grave
the year came and passedsilentlynothing untoward happenedbut it raked up memoriesof a novelist who paintedstories of horroron walls of non-existent cities Halloween looks like child’s playAll the moreWhen AI makes inroadssurpassing imaginationof a dead novelist Did he redefine controlinspire the maniacsto unleash terrorcloaked as technology? His words still play heavyOn mindsAs sequels are writtenBook publishedIn … Continue reading 1984
window of hopeleading to a roomwhere spring livesundaunted by fallwhere inmates knowthey will recreatewhatever is lost temple of confidenceleading to godswho make you look upno heads bowed downhands that stretchto pluck the stars Quadrille at dVerse Photo Challenge at MLMM
What makes you think you own the Earthwhen you cannot establish your worthwithout mindless tools of destructionHow dare you talk about resurrectionof a faded flag, past blunders, a lost pridewhen heads hung in shame, egos collidefrom dark, unknown eras you did not existopen your eyes; discard stories; clear the mist what makes you transgress boundariesfrom … Continue reading You don’t own the Earth
Halloween is just a week away. The yellow fall foliage crackling beneath my feet wants to know about my costume. Am I going to wear my younger self or my older one to scare others? The cold nights will soon begin leading to highly misty mornings. The follies of youth have long given way to … Continue reading Autumnal Fear
pushed to borderlineswe found our thresholdsand those were beyondyour circle of thought we stretchedre-prioritizedlooked backonly to throwa piteous glance at youincarceratedin your limited thought then, once againwe looked backin gratitudefor sending uswhere we are todayway beyond your reach MTB at dVerse
who knows the core of mebroken parts held togetherwith nuts and boltsunknown to mechanicsor surgeonsX-ray machines give only a vague ideato helpless medicosfumbling around for solutions who knows my core burnswith an unsettling angstunknown to meit finds releasein works of artbut those helpless foolscall it addiction they need to redefine many termsto define medestroy their … Continue reading Core of Me
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