Fascinating, sanguine life.
Forever, seeming, beautiful, waiting ...
The Jordan streaming,
hewn from stone.
that bedrock for all time.
O to grasp at last
the crimson cord,
and gaze upon future passed.

Don't fear the fall down into the poverty caste.
I live in it and I'm dying in it,
and I tell you that in this deadly adversity,
suffering and uncertainty,
there's also passion and beauty,
dreadful community.
Down here you'll become more real.
.
We'll take care of you.

Horrified by the mirror
Taking heavy steps forward
Every morning, comes a girl to the lake
To take a bow and soothe herself
Spend sometime, embracing
Her acid-burnt face in water

Do you believe in Miracles? I believe in things that Illuminate Through a beacon of Light from heavens. I believe in egregious things Adust with a source condign; A preternatural light burning, Purifying its core. I believe in augurs Portending calls of universe; And light clouds being summoned; And healing mortal wounds. I believe in bucks fleeing During light rains of Veld From lions with mane wet, Dowdy; against thier neck I believe too in angels, That hit twice thier arrows, with Light touch crossing the hearts Never breaking the bond I believe in miracles.

Elon, you’ve lost one of your cherry cars.
We doubt you miss it, though, for Starman steers it,
piercing the emptiness en route to Mars
and the ring of rocks beyond. What flyer fears it,

the absolute of space? Not this fake pilot!
Its gaze is black as the gaps between the stars,
and yet the worlds and suns seem to beguile it.
Who would have thought that dummies in red cars

could zip into earth orbit and keep going?
They flabbergasted us, your booster rockets
which settled like a pair of sparrows (owing

From the earliest sign of movement, Before even the first breath I took, Open palms anxiously awaited The soft kicks my tiny feet would give. Mother always watching over Those warm sensations felt by me, Through each gentle touch In the love of my Father's caring hands. I grew within As cautiously those palms crossed her skin, Searching only to know how my day had been, Through my hours away from him. The moment my life joined their world, Whispered promises hushed my cries, As snugly my body was held In the love of my Father's caring hands. Throughout the years, we grew. Often together an

The day my thoughts grow feeble, I think I will get a bird. But not just any bird, A tiny fat one, with stubby little paws. I just know he will help me, In so many ways. For he will always be my faithful friend, Throughout my long and lonely days. I won't treat him like any old bird, As I will call him little Rover. He will sleep in a soft, comfy bed, Hanging just above my pillow and head. Each morning we'll roll over, And, As we once always did, Have our morning talk. On every rainy afternoon, We will take an adventurous walk. I'll put him on his leash, And let him fly all around the park

Meth is my life Meth is my soul Meth is my adrenaline Meth is the love of my life Meth is my pain reliever Meth is my anxiety compressor Meth is everything I want it to be Until the day it damages all of my organs Note: I am not promoting the useage of drug as being harmless or it's okay to use, instead I'm displaying how persons actually think, they believe it's a good idea to be hooked on drugs because it numbs the world around them

Patience is the virtue that I learned because of you.

From all those days,
when I drank water pretending it was alcohol hoping that it would erase you from mind,
as I waited for your beckon that never came.

I even wrote you messages,
some I sent and later regretted and some are drafts that you’ll never receive,
but hey that’s love.

Love of which you probably don’t get because to you I was just another trophy,
that now lays on your forgotten shelf,
but to me you were the real thing,
I just wish that you would have know that.

Go be a hypocrite
Condemn varieties and deviations
Fondle, feel, foul – you love them
A bit of cheating, an occasional lie
Ridicule and destroy your enemies
Badmouth, threaten, steal
The contrary variant of life
No acceptation of imperfections
Yet the folly of the non-existing perfect

Poor white as the pristine snow
Utter and write most complimentary applause
Thrilled and elated at the newness
The potato scrap pile
Discern and walk quickly
No hold up – make a speech at the corner
Landing the good fickle reception