Not a single soul disbelieved in that miracle. The baby has survived during delivery. Could it be not and I am in view for the twentieth year now and on me, the onlookers’ gazes rest dumbfounded every time? Everyone was left hardpressed to solidifying anything but a sense of surity in otherworldly miracles. And so, GOD’S backing was and shall…
The stork is bringing babies, or so I have been told. My neighbor says he saw it; he wouldn’t lie so bold. My wife tells me it ain’t so, and I shouldn’t be upset. But it’s hard to believe her, given the feathers in our bed.
Behold, they’re mesmerized by your obsolete death As a pretext of this wide dispersion, the plight of humanity is their ridiculed myth, presiding over scions of pokemon not men Until Solomon’s temple is no longer a mystery, or political mass hypnotics get bored of monopoly having recourse to providence mightn’t repeal hegemony Poor you trying to liven up to filthy…
In fragments these questions arise Shard’s when touched soon vanish What is beauty compared to grief? Why is joy in league with sorrow? In darkness lives the promise of light When put to rest; the past we banish For you alone I am still, here in shards In this sliver; time is all we can borrow Splinters of another sanity…
Sadness sit beside me Most profound your endless depths Thunderous in silent essence Crossing paths through all my deaths Sadness come and shade me From the sun, a smiling face I have the time to spend with you Your presence I embrace Sadness lift your face to me Your whispers I will finally hear Telling me to understand The words…
Seething anger twisting, twisted, twister of half believed half truths heard somewhere. Dreamt maybe? Maybe seen on a homepage, so it must be true, right? You wouldn’t lie. Searching, grasping, grasped, gasping, the surface still too far above. A scream, primal, rising, surfacing, caught writhing, strangled at birth. Carry on, the razors edge sharp and unforgiving, balance, neither side enticing,…
If any, it was only the last straw where an urgent watch is kept on her tranquil pupils, mirroring a deserted island amidst the sea of their void one moment, and being the very picture of a motionless bleeding corpse that spoils the purity of her eyes the next. They can’t help reminiscing her captivating melodic pattern, Where could those…
I read the Bible The Upanishads All the texts And I can see What is not In the World We live in As it should be Religious perversion Basic truths fraught Twisted to needs To never be free <Stoic>
