Never in my wildest dreams would have thought Thoughts that speaks sentiment and pain Pain that swim in sorrow and death Death that stings unrelenting digging deep Deep to the core the centre of the soul Soul that’s void vacuum housing the bridge Bridge that…
Category: Marathon Poem
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Light borne of darkness – a force beyond mere knowing: Stepping in and through.
Softer Dangers ( Hour 15)
Quieter enjoyments promised in a simple friendship, softer dangers that might leave you hungry, too afraid to not be on that imagined stage, for fear of missing something that might never return. To yield from the fiery starblast, thousand-armed thunderclouds, booming fierceness, a fight that…
Cerises Douces, California
Cerises Douces, California Pitted cherries sit on my counter, waiting for me to eat. Mommy carved them, little pumpkins that she never cut and made glow as I grew. I stab each cherry and taste the bitter juice, and remember the rising of the…
Reimposition (Hour 15)
In a bowl of Nos, One Yes could have been drowned. That is not a contest for the wrestling ground. This moment has created a world of its own, distant from the gray past that can no longer embrace colours. Eyes are truly…
Hour 14: Hurricane Season 2020 (All in the Family)
Hanna was the first to grow into a whirlwind, Touching Texas, flashing floods, Leaving powerlessness in her wake Texas couldn’t handle Hanna after all. I could have told them Hanna don’t play Isaias was a killer, moving too fast to get out of his…
Little angel
Indeed a first ray of sun, Towards us from the heaven had come… Stars studded in the eyes that shine, Would rule the world with her sweet charming smile… Those tiny little eyes, Tried to speak more than twice… Calmness on her face, Will surely…
My Little Fuzz
He came to us with Juno But not in January She was his sister Traveling with Flynn A sure and noble guide, He brought the two safely Through mountains to bring Fuzz By our sides They arrived brother and sister, Two white balls Not unlike…
Words I Didn’t Say
Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words Things would have turned differently Would have crawled after another career Would have homed in a different time zone Would have missed my wife! Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words …
Pep-talk for Future Internet Archeologist (students)
Everything is happening at once when everything that happened is right in front of you to peruse from top to bottom to top from then to when to now. An archive of every person’s life who lived near a microprocessor since about 1994 the sum…