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The War
Momentary peace is a thing,
Lifetime of peace who has ever gotten?
And there exist people who haven't witnessed a single spring,
The fruits they've reaped off life are all rotten.
Time lingers on, it takes small sluggish steps,
While the war seems to last for an eternity.
And though the mind's tired and body's started to sweat,
There seems no concrete vision, no certainty.
Innumerable ...
Tuesday 7th December 2021 6:04 pm
Downstage
from the mausoleum
decay hums,
no spotlight betrays
eminent limbs aquiver with
star-struck worms
anonymous in entropy, iconic
bones emerge, butterflies from a
chrysalis, gangling in moonlight
they'll never see,
disarticulated by
microbes, where perfume of araby nor
mysore silk mitigates dissolution
beauty falls far,
ful red lips to vacant skull.
...
Friday 27th November 2020 10:52 am
A 40-Watt Sonnet
Sit up with closed eyes and the lamp on,
reel the days back with lightbulb sunsets,
plant your feet and turn time's dance down,
then rise from the west and come back to bed.
Don’t let the orbiting swirls of the chair
remind you of our old days ahead.
We've already been through those.
In a roundabout way, we'll be
there again. Arguing about the clouds,
seeing ...
Sunday 12th August 2018 2:28 pm
Disambiguate Entropy
Is it the inversive originating law of nature?
Or is this is a man-made alteration,
That in which our fascination we developed,
As if persons were walking around the confused universe,
Or that was the reason that the world was created,
Because of that, it has now been made to become explosive,
And all of that elusion wants to go away now towards unending disharmony,
That all-w...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 5:47 pm
Entropy
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
displacement
nothing amiss only
everything askew..
scatter patterned random
walks suspended in static liquid.
touch your finger to the
surface..a ripple and a flutter
to breach the calm within
now watch as dull dust gathers
'round the one who's so disturbed
a still entropic state.
Sunday 5th June 2016 7:21 pm
Quietly, I
quietly, quietly sat a lie
arms outstretched
palms staked to the fierce eye
observing within
as, first, flesh mottles
closer still to see without
while blister
vermilion doubts
one apiece of each
seized mortal engine
dripped of framed wax
placed in a filleted whole
gas pored
for a hungry earth
this is all I wish today
let each word die in a dusty throat
a melt th...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 11:56 pm
Nada
nobody nor nothing is real
absolute, yes,
for you are never truly gone
just no longer assembled
in the correct order of atoms
to make any further sense of
your ordeals
so they can’t be real
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:16 am
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