Tag Archives: UK

Identity

a passerby, a denizen
a poor kingdom’s citizen
Identifying with flags
Queen given rags
colours of your clan
coat of arms drawn
underneath, same bones, flesh
Ignore civilisation clash
Adopt sapiens race
Let go colour of the face
and live!

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Intention

Heart cue hitting rounded thoughts
Mind’s canvas spreading randomly
Patterns hazy, frenzied pace
Thoughts competing, wild race
Finding searching pockets of soul
Consuming themselves whole
Till another game of desires commences

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Yellow fever

pinching my heart
never looking back
how cruel of you
hot in yellow
mind mellows
life’s most wonderful
yellow fever
pulling lever
of soul, heart
melts, falls apart
sweet cries of pain
pleasure insane
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Debt

Urges may last
a rainy steamy night
Sensations perhaps
a day of passion
Your written words,
flowing gems of Eden,
will last till eternity
when hell will be ordained
as my destiny
for my undeniable sins
your pure heart’s call,
your undying desire
to come to this journey
of unending words
will grant me salvation
on day of resurrection
I will always be indebted to you

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Conclusion

Destiny of balloons
is unknown,
mere slaves
of our desires
much like our hearts
Both pop
from or by
a little prick,
It is all the same
Oxygen inside
is not more than
lung size
it evaporates
we suffocate
Life ends on its own
Dying wish not known
Last breath, in solitary confined
Bed, all alone

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Lessons

It is eight again
getting late again
tempting fate again
love and hate again

Time is quickly passing
as a matter of apparent fact
enough of this lethargy,
grow up, decide and act

expecting something quite different,
while repeating errors the same,
stop being in naivety lane
or pretending to be extremely lame

hard work, courage, determination
discover new meanings, ways
dishonesty, two faces run away
Good deeds will surely stay

Life being hard, get use to it
worrying will not take you far
enjoy these topsy turvy journeys
accomplish, before ashes in a jar
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In the tunnel again

After a long time
I entered that tunnel again
Memories are not very kind
Squishing you under their boots
Planted thousand trees without fruit
And my heart was the cheap loot
Was trampled on, crushed uncountable times
Till there was satisfaction, clock chimes
Thirteen and fifth quarter of the hour
Tears replaced water in the shower
Guards ready to fatally shoot from the tower
When I escape emotions prison
with million justifiable reasons
still considered life ending treason
I am forced to enter that tunnel again
And I cry uncontrollably on the first step
No one to console, just me and darkness
lack of colours, mind’s starkness
and ignoring, unobserving, faceless passerby
Unable to lie, to myself or any of you
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