Black and Blue

Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you.
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Lonely Claim

I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender and longest slumber.
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When Umbers and Shadows Play

When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.

Metronome Reality

And so my friend you now comprehend why writing is a track where the end spells lack. Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium that keeps me going down this track and coming back!

The Whys and Hows

Together with time they etch destinies or chip cares away from minds. Whys and hows are pain's twigs kindling its flame to meet time's hammers.