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Despondent desires

Nothing to show,

naught to tell.

What creeps in my skin?

What keeps me unwell?

A circus grand?

A barren land?

A life wasted?

A broken band? 48 more words

English Poem

Eye of the Storm

I heard a name in the storm,

It echoed in the wake

Of thunder claps,

Stirred memories up like dust. 85 more words

Poetry

The secret of Life

At the heart of the matter lies this: Life is a series of surprises.

Only the unexpected has Life, only the unexpected is true.

You are not in control of what happens. 97 more words

From The Counsellor

The Moth

Isn’t it funny how patterns repeat in nature and in life?

Maybe funny isn’t the right word.

Interesting.

That’s better.

It is interesting that we find similar spirals in the head of a sunflower and the arms of a galaxy. 400 more words

Life

Death - Sans Dark Robes - Unveiled.

“Either death is a state of nothingness and utter consciousness, or, as men say, there is a change and migration of the soul from this world to another. 574 more words

The Flipped Coin

Life as Art: What Matters?

Cricket song matters. Two new tigers born into this world matter. Their birth gives me hope. It matters. Each squalling baby matters. (Whether human or animal.) Each story matters. 222 more words

The Artist's Life

Hope Spreads Wings

Life and death balance on a tenuous thread— the start and the end of things, the start and end of every moment.

Birth sparks and hope spreads wings. 35 more words

Poetry