Monday, November 23, 2020
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Monday, August 17, 2020
Friday, July 17, 2020
Magical Dreams
Just typed
one line
and the rest
flowed out.
Like magic
from nothing
everything
turned out.
Is it my
memory
or is it
you ?
Things that
make dreams
come true.
Placing you
on a pedestal
made you
unforgettable.
It was more
than just chemical
when you made
me replaceable.
You made life
a magical place
for me
something that
nobody can replace
and now that
you are gone
I still search
for that magic.
it is not tragic.
especially on days
that come
after nights
filled with
your dreams.
I hope when
you sleep
that the sleep
don't break
I wish till the
dawn you
don't get awake.
So that when
we do meet
this time
it is for eternity
and just
you and me.
We can be
what ever we
want to be.
As we fly
into the line
where the land
meets the sky.
We will remain
being
creating
doing
everything
till nothing
remains undone.
The darkness breaks
We awake.
Only to see
that it was just me
dreaming
this magical dream.
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Baby Fever
Ever felt so tired that you couldn't fall asleep.
Let me tell you a secret that I couldn't keep.
Story of my life. My pregnant wife.
The mother of my unborn child.
I know you live free and wild.
pure like a holy book newly compiled.
It was me who wrote all the words.
Like the concept of bees and the birds.
noted down to stand out from the herds.
I want to see how many times.
I am going to be reading rhymes.
To you, master of all the crimes.
This is for you and it is about your mother.
As long as you live there will not be another.
You will come across this poem and discover.
The only time she will smile when you cry.
One day you will see through your own eyes.
A consciousness that knows just why.
In other news.
A close friend of mine is Directing a feature film.
If you liked this poem please check out this link.
Let me tell you a secret that I couldn't keep.
Story of my life. My pregnant wife.
The mother of my unborn child.
I know you live free and wild.
pure like a holy book newly compiled.
It was me who wrote all the words.
Like the concept of bees and the birds.
noted down to stand out from the herds.
I want to see how many times.
I am going to be reading rhymes.
To you, master of all the crimes.
This is for you and it is about your mother.
As long as you live there will not be another.
You will come across this poem and discover.
The only time she will smile when you cry.
One day you will see through your own eyes.
A consciousness that knows just why.
In other news.
A close friend of mine is Directing a feature film.
If you liked this poem please check out this link.
Thursday, March 12, 2020
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