“The Death Tree”

A tree that bend from a hill, Often cast a spell to kill. Its chant whispers through the wind, And slowly sips, and sips your blood. It stoles whatever love you hold, You will do things as it was told. In a summer heat, underneath…

Calming as the Sea (hour 3)

As if the world does not exist Bach’s cello transports me to the place where time does not exist It is not the music though It is the music through   Calming as the sea Listen you would see It is the ambience, the cadence…

Dance with Me

Have this dance with me Run your fingers over the wood and play a harmony Duets are forever dances even when we aren’t moving our feet to the rhythm And yet we are as the notes fill the room and we sway in time Each…

For My Love

I didn’t think That love could bring peace. I didn’t know That I could walk clouds of trust. I didn’t try To make you the center of my world I didn’t resist When you made me feel cherished. I won’t regret The treacherous long path…

Interruption

To ask if there is some mistake If someone objects, it blames them and points their ego nature, It creates some worry bury your doubts Until you clean your hands Reality is a sharp edge sin Errors and faults Shot cut ways of life Don’t…

Crooked Promises

The crooks and curves of Chicago concrete streets are set deep deep deep BAH BAH BAH We rise and lay flattened prostrate whenever the pistol rooster speaks Singing confirmation Whooah Whooah Whooah Sirens scream closely behind the scene With no mountain-top dreams or affirmation WE…

Hour Two

i tug at mama’s sleeve she’s stopped walking and is staring at the hotel entrance i feel her body go stiff there’s a couple framed in the doorway of the hotel doing a couple thing and mama can’t stop looking mama, what’s wrong she doesn’t…

Playground vs playstore

hour – 2 Playground Vs Playstore The spirit of teaming and the fun Thrill of knock-and-run Those swings and slides Giggles and Mari go rides Laying on the grass Couting the stars Those Hazy memories of summers Nostalgia is now all we possess Happiness Of…

The Woods

after Robert Frost The woods are lovely, dark and deep, With branches arching across the divide In the road like spandrels of a cathedral Their tips touching in a loving embrace. Who is to know where this one leads? Down the trodden path I do…

“Before I Sleep”

I calm my head and go to bed, And think twice about the line he said; “And miles to go before I sleep” “And miles to go before I sleep”. I stared so hard, up naked sky, And think about how would I die. In…

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