A Space for Reflections and Musings
Expressionless Yet tells many tales. No sound, no words Spoken in the wind, No river of azure Emblazoned in gold Yet tell many tales. No rustle of leaves, No marching footsteps, Forsaken lands were these Yet there exists a past Of battles waged in fury, Of wasted blood and agony, Of silence now prevalent... Continue Reading →
Across hewn sombre oaks And soporific slender barks There lay a valley old By the night time lay cold Sprawling with creatures of the wild And yearning for morning mild Where the bluebirds sang a song In the misty ranges long Where the valley lies awake In fear of foes they shake To flittering hope... Continue Reading →
Save it for your impending death For the end of faith For the end of life Instruments to end your strife Instruments you want to avoid Instruments only true to your droid Not to the soul as pure as a pearl Cold neath the ocean floor hidden Inside warmth futile to this day Yet... Continue Reading →
Riding eloquent rhymes of old, Upon a horse garbed in gold; Laconic moments we ponder. To keep count of starry nights Amidst laughing bedside termites; Lullabies in somnolent beats. Belated claps and cacophony Mind’s eye moves in harmony; Ghouls of tomorrow wander. Sordid souls rest upon a cliff Adorned in morbid verses... Continue Reading →
To try bring together two aspects And assimilate and not dissect Like rocks over years conglomerate And form mountains of might, solid; Performing a play, he stood morbid. To try build out of nothing, he tried Earn his fame amidst fame sundries To raise his hat to a pompous crowd And adulation, a critic... Continue Reading →
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