Category: poem

This is Life

Experiment through experience. The catalyst of infinite configurations. Transmutation of limitations. A fusion of nuclear imagination. Congelation of the inhabitation of the mind’s ablation. Separation from humanities subjection. Syndrome properly diagnosed. Art is the source of the antidote. While love is guiding us home. Bringing us to new heights through flights of delight. Seeing with

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The Call

Vivid blood seeping, keeping one from weeping. Pumping through lines uneven in roads of uncertainty. Fallen graces met by pale faces. Caught in a universe of tomorrows. Yesterday was said to come but was forgotten. The present fleeting and though broken tears bear heart, it was a call for love. Attentions met like a ghost,

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