A Poetic Path
Oh, giant gentle Pines
You greet me at the gate
Stable in your structure
Patiently you wait.
Pointing towards your guide
Dignified, resolute… 57 more words
Hooves in dirt raise clouds,
dust hovers in the wheeling world;
when earth gallops, rain falls,
in evening’s turning distant stars,
white crystals burning, thrown; 20 more words
I can’t explain this phenomenon,
how after merely reading John of the Cross,
there is nothing but calm water and soft lights -
gentle wind, quiet tranquility; how the turbulent passions, 70 more words
A Nocturnal Wordsmith
Or running away?
Wishing for yesterday
And tomorrow as well.
Paving new roads
To run away from the ones already made.
Is the soldier
Not found on his bed
But right inside the battle field
Dodging bullets and missiles
In a war not caused by him… 187 more words
Books, Movies, Poetry
Calming a wild raging thirst
Feasting on crimson
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Image of melt
Manage mink lovers from police to purgatory, boiled in battering apathy.
Teased from hiding to meet the for-saker, prisoner artefacts screwed to the skull, barely visible crystallised moment of biting revenge. 270 more words