I hold my cup up to the skyA drink to quench impossible thirstIt pours in stories, on the sly Ambrosia meant for gods – but why?I wait for life on Earth to burstI hold my cup up to the sky A privilege divine, meant to denyinsights to denizens of EarthIt pours in stories, on the … Continue reading It’s only a longing
see churning of souls in a grand designI wish I knew how, I wish I knew whyI can’t discern motives of the drama divine I see candles flicker, I hear the bells chimeI watch oceans shiver till they run drysee churning of souls in a grand design rewards and losses – for no reason or … Continue reading Drama Divine
What kind of bonding runs the deepest? -battles fought together from the same side when dawn is faraway, nights the darkest finding your way out of a dense forest staring at a common enemy - mortified What kind of bonding runs the deepest? It’s superfluous to be modest or smartest only the one with a … Continue reading Companionship
wherever I go, I hear the same sounds voices in a head, articulated of people long dead, they lie underground emanating from an old mind unsound unhappy, with no aim - just frustrated wherever I go, I hear the same sounds I fumble with words just to get around throw away all those decades outdated … Continue reading Graveyards
Ambition was high, thoughts were plain needs were high, resources low I need to get on the gravy train I climbed the hills, come sun or rain cut through rocks in search of dough Ambition was high, thoughts were plain those up there - looked at me with disdain uncaring of blocks, I … Continue reading Upwardly mobile
