We met and parted our ways
and then went outdoors wondering
how could the sun be the son on the heart with the impinged pain?
I rest assured
God is silent on the universe!
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Author: Thought Fire
The Day in the Dark
Held captive to the surrounding air, suffocating it was
he hardly looked askance but on the glint of the tablecloth
as if it had been the sole reason for the lunch
to be served on the platter nonetheless showy
to show only not to satiate the stomach as she had said
make no bones about love just celebrate the day in the dark
resting while the love flew out on with bark as he took to his lips
the immortal glass of Eden’s hemlock and sighed
the rest is the day’s ashes as I have won in love for the lark
The right hand
The wings of the pigeon clipped off to the dying sun
and the moon stayed in the sky on path bent like an envelope
that would unfold to read the moods of the night
then the rapture to change the forsaken mood cheered
by sprinkling the wine over the shrubs but inside him remained
silent and awake with the living-smog and life-rust
the clean shaved ashen fresh faces with the tinge of a mint after-shave
stared at the rocking chair and turning off the pages of the Bible,
his voiced fluttered like a featherless pigeon on the stave
the day had become sleepless again as if the sleep was a
commodity brought on the black market- the dear one indeed
Please!
Await your fate on Saturday night
Sync to the moon phase with might
the winds stand seldom chance
to fight the distant but adamant stance
marry the girl who wears red Chemise
and be not damned in the golden hunt
for the white December and love me, please!
The Choppy SEAS
The force of the argument could yield aloofness in adverse conditions or on the choppy seas,
this is a beguiled trick a part of the trickery bag- sailing on sails of dame-lame of fame and appear desirable to the nation free,
the devoured gigantic force betwixt the boats raptured the forty-seven swords of pirate men about the war on the seas,
what this leisure period of warring nations could afford?
the war was the beast, and it doesn’t mean we give up factions only to lie naked about to sex in peace.
Fate or Fete
The world is at war with itself in the ongoing struggle of man
to become a paragon of love and peace to be
with the end of the cataclysmic affair, you see
For the fringe benefits of a tardy lady out on a date
a crisp flavor to dole out romance is in the waiting
let’s see the end point of a fragile love affair,
there’s a gonna change of baton, you see
and the seal of the fate of young lovers to be
Fire-belly
With the fire in his belly
With rotund face charmed by a lass
he declared the love for the Gods on his flute,
behind the veils of a dystopian heart
he hid the charms of the Mediterranean
that would he divulge with a moment
every thought and every emotion
that he insanely felt like a begotten ape
off the soil of the earth.
Now brave enough to seek God
in his slender frame of a sunken man
he would take the ships across the seas
looking for knowledge and the wisdom
which he brought home and now played
on his flute the symphonies of time with
a manner of Lord Amen!
