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Under the canopy of nightfall,
Lavender scents drag him to the Plethora of Utopia
He closes his very eyes, & wishes...,
how wonderful it’d be, if there’s no wistful Nostalgia?
“Having lived with serenity”
that’s all what he’s desperate to have for,
The world’s being despaired since eons,
then how can he even feel the zeal of being in allure?
Crowded world’s on the go, all day
Bewitched lives sleeping on him in alley
What more ways’re left to summarize the dis-functioning of lives...
if the world’s already drawn to the cascades of Chesapeake bay?
(Oh... such dysfunctional tribes)
Ye --- the world’s being sunk...
deep inside the veins of their own venom,
Practically, Richer getting more richer, every day
but the Poorer’s getting crushed down ‘neath their feet alike earth worm, I say
The nightfall’s getting overstated with falling snow
His spirit goes underrated by AU
He can never reach people he’s damn surrounded with
cos.. today, even the families belonging to... “Dough”
Ah... his heart gets shattered into the pieces of his own tears
Ah... his heart gets shattered into the pieces of his own tears
Every drop runes the heartaches of his life ‘pon black marbles,
but his tears -- the archaic imprints -- won’t be ever read by anyone...
cause before one comes, the whole universe’s treacherously gargled
Wickedness’s all what he gets...
The ecstasy of life is what they give
He whispers lying ‘neath the shell of snow,
& resting ‘pon the mattresses of hard cliffs
that.. his life’s nothing but a two way street,
that’s lyrically crushed b/w the Arbles of Stalacites & Stalagmites
Last, he opens his eyes;
conceives anew morn rising outta the mist of dawn,
His day’s just embarked on with melancholy heartaches
& will be ended to the symphony of black swan
The Life Of Poorer, he sages.
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Ps.
ReplyDeleteIt's always good listening to others especially knowing what others think of my stuffs so. as always, I dropped the write to my other literary site where i've got some great reviews even some of writers got surprised to read something like this, you know, "Without Erotica." Haha, Most of my writes're written across sensuality, romance and vulgarity so it was quite shocking to my loyal readers when they rolled their eyes ov'r my page. Seemed, It's even beyond their expectations. It's funny even intriguing to have your readers surprised with coming up something new and unique. So, yeah, doing something new is always a very passionate thing doing. It lifts up your productivity that further helps you getting cheered up with another pie of time. Anyway, one of my writer friends named "Erin" ('bout him i've already mentioned in some of my earlier posts) leaves review & states:
Erin: "a new morn, but the same old day...violence in the world, the poor get poorer....and the memories aren't dulled enough when they are bad, and not sharp enough when they are good...
wonderfully felt and written."
I'm always glad to see how my loyal readers look through the stuffs I pen on. Always much appreciated.
Another review comes from "Ana" - a pretty one - Nina Bonita:
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This is indeed very different than your usual style, dear friend. I have to admit that i quite like it, it speaks of the truths known to man, but seldom pondered upon, it reminded me of Sting's ''Shape of my heart'' i don't know why. This poem flew very nice into my soul, lovely :)
The next one comes from "Craig", he's also been one of the productive, & a very creative writers himself. His imaginations - the way of thinking's very magnificent so it's, of course, kinda a very delightful to me to have him stopped by.
ReplyDeleteCraig:
"Deep and rich and full... flooded with the music of mystery and magic. You weave a whole world into each amazing, lingering line."
And, finally, "Lynn (one of my fav. friends) swags across the verge of my page & writes:
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Dear, this, indeed, is quite different coming from you. It's all an illusion, Oh, non of it means shit.The only thing that matters is who you are in spite of it, because of it, or for it. All the world's a stage, you know. Shall I be bitter, or shall I conquer my bitterness? We can't change the World, just our part of it. Keeping them all out...I get that. Yeah, I mostly prefer my scenery of solitude. Poor...you can be poor, being rich. Depends on where you put your idea of wealth. Thought provoking read, my friend :)
Ah... reading her reviews's such a very pleasant & soothing things ever. So as usual, she's always much appreciated.
Like others, one of my loyal readers named "Connie" got also stunned to read something "Non-Erotic" & stated:
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"His heart gets shattered into the pieces of his own tears", I loved it all. Though different from your usual writing, it's deep and beautifully written.
They've got to addicted to my erotica stuffs so it was quite beautifully breathtaking to me that they got to enjoy reading something new that I got come up with. Thanks to everyone whoever stops by ;)