Flow

Existence exalted
Tender heart’s musings
Musical whispers
Magical verse
Resonating illuminating
the whole universe

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Sheer stupidity aka soul mates separation

a small wooden structure,
few random walls
separating us into
worlds of our own
million miles’ distance
across few inches
your uncountable admirers,
I feel all alone
even an open wide passage
will not build bridges
innumerable valleys,
unsurpassable ridges
tunnelling my way
through to your heart
too much pain to pass
before I can start
life has passed,
lost love never found
killed heart didn’t cry,
never made a sound
soul still searches,
and searches once more
can we find each other,
before shutting the life door

Spooky

Will you be having a lunch
We need something to munch
Or dinner and such
your bones, do they crunch?
Hohahhahahahahaaaaa 🙂

Hunger and waste

I don’t have much

you eat such

qualities and quantities

of sustenance, I can dream

and still never ever seem

to get a single day worth living

Build up

brick upon brick
foundation being laid
moments are in hand
destiny being delayed
right now what matters
forget future pain
today is very wise
tomorrow so insane

Rest without peace

Deserts, dunes,
oases opportune
dawn bearable,
too hot at noon
walk run, walk run,
repeat and repeat
keep dodging death,
every hidden defeat
boundaries pushed far,
endurance to extreme
walking on the water,
nothing is what it seems
rest is no option,
sleep standing a while
too far still to go,
body and mind’s toil
destination is known,
let courage keep calm
soul will find peace in
redemption sand storm

that bench

we were together, forever
sat for hours, morning, noon and night
all was good, it was brilliant, bright
time passed so quickly, rather briskly.
sudden departure after fifty short years
clock stopped, still river of sadness, airborne tears
some frozen in my eyes, unable to blink
can not move any limbs, didn’t want to think
all I want is you and me and we be
sitting together, hand in hand to see sunset
or on a cloudy day, let night set
in motion, inkling of another beautiful day
and I miss you, could you find a bench
at the edge of paradise, I will find it
as long, with your sweet smell it drench
though I am not worthy, except belonging to you
which has kept me true, will let me through
rather quietly, into grand, adorned gates of heaven
leftover years of life, perhaps five, six or seven
of treacherous wait, will end soon
when on heaven’s moon, I see you smiling