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Stumble

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Wonder womanWith a red nose,Cannot seeBeyond her wide ears.Untidy stareThat fixes uponA yellow mountain.Her eyes wide open,Her sticky toesAnd those clown shoesThat make her stumble.Lipstick paints her cheeksAnd decorates the roomThat she inhabits.Cry awayTo the dark crowdAnd cheer up,Remove the paint.Wonder womanwith a red nose,Your eyes wide openAnd your sticky toes.Cry awayTo the dark crowdRemove the shoesThat make you stumble.

Near

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Fresh mint leafsRefreshing my throat,Yet I keep savouringThose purple feelings.And as I sip on this wineI envisage a timeWhen I revealMy meandering thoughts To an unwanting world.Spineless fearThat bends outAnd sparkles awayIn an undeserved manner.I bow to you,I levitate,And all I wantIs to get near.I just want to sleep.And to never look back.I count the golden liningsAbove my headThose ones in the shapeOf crying clouds.All too near.

Tears

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Everyone bowingTo the righteous ruleOf the Ohm goddess,Who pierces throughTheir earsWith her siren song.There will be bloodBut there will be noneFrom yogis,The smell Of imported incenseAlready dried awayTheir veins. RestlessnessIs their heroic pastimeOf yonder years.Yet revolt is in the air.For they can killWith their blank stareAnd soft fingersAnd watery teeth.Yet they should notOppose their tears.Sediments Of wonderful fears.Fears of salty unrest. Unrest in my heart, I want to follow them Down their path Of salty […]

Mellow

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Silently mellow Like a mellifluous flower That stands tall Facing the silky bushes. My trainers are too small, My feet do not want to obey, And amongst all the shrubbery A pansy tickles my ankles. I want to shout, He wants to cry, Relieved That he is no longer Lost in his deranged speech. Forever flowery. Facing the bushes. Silently mellow. It wonderfully tickles like a thorny rose, and I resist. My soul finds solace […]

Lantern

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With green and yellow shadows Your ferocity I admire, You misbehave Like a house in ruins. Yet everyone is there To pick up your rainbow pieces When your stride falters.Peripheral vision  Does not abound In your sea of cobblestones. If only I had a lantern.You sigh, and that sight truly pierces Through my thick skin. You didn’t even know I had skin, and when it got dry,  It blistered Like your little soul Of Green […]

Summer Be Gone

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Close your eyes I am here, by your side. I want to see the withering hibiscus. Once more. It yearns for water,Yet you are condemning itTo an early death.Switch off the lights,Until Momo comes alongWith his languid stride.Forever imbuing the roomOf tranquil wisdom.Self-induced ostracismTo some it appears,But I call it insteadThe calm purityOf solo living.Close your eyes,I am here, by your side. Let light be gone.Forever imbuing the roomOf tranquil wisdom. I do not want […]

The spiral walk

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Spiraling over the edge,Yogic palatesAre out of bounds. If only I could undoThe spiral walk. Because it is full of lies,Death, Insurgences,And despair. Spiral in,Spiral out,And all I wantIs for the flowersTo wither. MementoTo heaven. It surely comes in knots,Which I untie,When I am out of bounds,As is my yogic palate. The thin lineBetween goodAnd flavoured pains. The full range Of human nature,From enviousTo gracious.The fears,The tears too. This is the circle,Of beginnings and ends,And […]

Glass

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Aseptic death,Like glass,Bloody cold,Indecent in her blindAnd superficialGrief-inducing fear. I could not cryThrough his wake,I felt however reassuredThat he’d come a long wayTo finally kiss meGoodbye. The big frameless window Separating us. Aseptic. Death as a business, Like glass, Bloody cold. The stake is ready, To purify your soul. Please knock down The senseless divide. I want to hug you One final time. Aseptic death, Like glass, Bloody cold, Indecent in her blind And superficial […]

Grey

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Grey as it dribbles, drools, wet are his eyes, yet his lips are dry.  He lisps. Barely any words left, yet he can still whisper good morning, pet. Breathing heavily, turning around in agony. His grey fingers twist and the cats he glimpses out in the courtyard meanderingly meow. Weather wonders. It never stopped raining for any of us. The rain washes away the grey, but every single day the grey keeps coming back. Grey […]