Cold winds found in the evening,
In the gloom.
Frowns, Curled up faces
Scattered in lay-by’s,
Glittered in malice
Cold layers of days depleting
Given away for
So it is
Under the shadow of seasons change
Heat moves away
And cold kills kindness,
Yet love is so much warmer.
Under the long hours,
Painful trains and travelling
A smile’s bright sight brings a joyful delight.
A fiery hearts head-start
Under winter ash before the sunrise
Over the valley
Of icy silence.
Biting the sides of gums until they bleed,
My knees are tapping like a Royal rodent’s limp.
Stiff backed rage tries to leave
Tether them together
And simply simply stare red-eyed
Into the tunnel of fate
To seethe production, redemption from regular habit;
Parallel disassociation that blends
Like a thick painful smoke
That kin breathe together.
My legs would take me away for the horizon,
In green where winds blow smooth and wild,
Carrying blessings through blossomed doors from open hearts.
The world would seem a little less Grey that day…
A stream of water to be,
No more volcanoes.
Where’s the fine line of truth in-between
The walls of the seed of decision
That separates the large from the lean
The buildings from the trees,
Where creativity was born.
No man is an island…
Looking for womb
In natural alcohols
Pollutants in disguise as progress or necessity,
Let it rest, let it be
Nothing can hide for long.
What is truth?
Truth is what you need,
Not what you want,
The line is fine;
Mostly hypnotised .
A moment happens to all,
Even if it be in the time of our passing,
Although never found,
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Photography by Jaymantri
I step inside the yellow tracks with red roses
Only be shot down with bruises,
Until I saw,
They were more like stained teeth than blossoms.
Hopping in and out of merry go rounds
To find perspective,
Ever searching for a fuller picture
While it fades in my hands like a photograph.
Yet smiles and joy and glee ensues
The ever loving sadness.
Meeting so many of these Petals, one day to be closed
Breathing as a Flower,
Simply happy to have ever opened.
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Photography by jano gepiga
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I stroke with my pen as a whip
Hit hard, no lard
Spending attention on facts
In no limitation.
Seemingly random facts , they breeze by
Want the fruit, but no trunk
The tree’s die,
So tinted red
I take the right one,
Use your head
and make it right son.
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