Poetry Blogs (galaxy)
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How many times must I rinse off the moon
And unpeel the stars from my skin?
Have someone ask what were you drinking?
How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?
Try configuring keys into shining beacons?
I cannot see in the dark
Yes, blackouts steal my sight
But when finished,
I wake up feeling feverish
And fear ferments and festers
The night can be sticky
Monday 13th January 2020 2:41 pm
My fate is not in your hand
GOD makes our fates alone
Our life are surely planned
GOD feeds the ant in the stone
World is certainly small
If compared to Galaxy as shown
Whoever believes is a giant
GOD to perish the giant alone
MY heart is calm and glad
Satisfied of what I own
Whatever you earn in the dark
SURELY you'll pay it at noon
Sunday 7th April 2019 9:51 pm
Light, from a billion years too late
Creating states of existence
In an essence of brilliance
On a journey that deliberates deliverance.
Belonging to all
These black nights filled with pockets of galactical,
manifested mystical’s –
of fire and pure delight.
Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage
Screaming to all who look upon their fate
Come and join us and live among this art...
Monday 10th December 2018 10:18 am
I walk alone across a pale beach
at midnight, lit by shaky moonlight
reflected from the black ribs
of disturbed sea-shallows. A sharp breeze
beckons from the dunes; inviting warmth,
with duplicitous intent. My ease is not available
for casual enticement.
No, I seek a place of peaceful aloneness
where sloughing sand is my choice,
Thursday 19th October 2017 2:26 am