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The paint withers
Walls crumble
Silence echoes the halls
The pipes croak,
waiting for its slumber
alone I sit
polishing the floors
fixing the pipes
coddling the silence
only because of your eternal pulchritude
only because of the soft purr of your walls
only because of your warm furnace
that I feed my love each day
Happy Valentine’s Day.
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The Plague of Night
The soft murmurs of the trees drift
along the rumbling of the hungry river.
The synchronized beat of the cicadas
Guides the leaves to the embracing ground.
The song of calmness dances softly.
But enjoyment is ephemeral.
The landscape fades into a shabby ambience.
An impending plague wraps tightly around all creatures.
No soul escapes its abysmal hugs
But they all [...]
August 14, 2009
Wheel
Each new wheel turns
at the shouts of turdine colonels.
I hastily try to hold the wheel down,
But it inevitably spins.
immutable.
I have no control
except to follow it.
But I do not wish to.
Neither do others.
Why must the ruler of the universe
awaken and kick his crown
down the steps to poverty?
I do not wish such things.
I must cling like [...]
August 26, 2009
Overlord
The condescending glare gulps placid lands.
Waves of dull claws swagger across the neonatal valley.
A rain of umbrage decimates the garden of souls.
The malignant tongue guzzles the amalgam of tears and sweat.
With destitute hands, cygnets implore.
But to no end, its reign slaps the Earth.
With peacock feathers stuck to its behind,
Barbarous hands smashed puerile glee.
Tyros [...]
August 13, 2009
Battle
The verdant vines embrace the path,
A one-way street. Fear its wrath.
Alone I clash the unknown.
no walls to lean upon.
This is my rabid pet
that had broken its leash.
Patience does not waiver it.
Care does not blemish it.
It snarls with claws,
bites with umbrage,
and wags indignantly at your steps.
This is my spilled water
that splashes my pants
just to abash [...]
August 11, 2009
Death
The scorching sun roasted happiness
Barrels of melancholy fill the night
The putrid smell that was once honey-dewed
decimated the bricks I hold.
Why must I suffer the death of one so young
when it was nearly an utopia found
with his death, our beloved Snowball,
comes the ardent propensity towards his kind.
(Yeah, my bunny died) ;(
August 10, 2009
Bunny Friend
The [...]
