And all the trees,
And all the air,
And all the grass,
And all the leaves,
And all the stars,
And all the land,
And all the sea,
And all the waves,
And all the wind, Read More
Pluto, from whom I am sought;
Ere sought is whom he casts aside,
Oh, dark, dark, dark; dark is ye,
Oh, no; no; no; I am light’s least,
Pluto, come near to Earth and here,
For I cannot, I am Voyager’s mile,
In whom neither methane nor ice
Can sing in me the Pluto that I am,
The depressed, the lowest, the knowest, Read More
Nor did he not sing from whence he were.
Nor did he climb so high to fall so well.
Nor did he walk through hills and cried.
Nor did he sign his heart to greater foe.
Nor did he look towards the Sun in awe.
Nor did he breathe the evening air so smooth.
Nor did he take himself to still and utter light.
Nor did he not pain himself to greater pleasure.
Nor did he write his purpose etched on heart.
Nor did he seal his bonds to the stars at night.
Nor did he say never shall he try again.
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Broke by the torn pond comes afar,
Withstood by the smallest leaf grown,
Signs the initials of love despair,
With weeping heart for more to flood,
A heart now fermented in tears born,
Who bore the veins that hang below,
How do we ever walk across to find?
Beneath the eyes, neath the realm:
Beheld the first glimpse of it all,
What reasons had to be born thus,
If life were mere lego as easy,
For every second becomes a single cube, Read More
We lose meagre blood ill got
So that stronger blood fills us more,
We cry our pains away
So that we keep only our pleasures,
We sleep in the utter darkness sound
So that we awaken in better light,
We are too sober to be sober
Since the jailed mind is breaking out,
We are diamonds born with rough edges
So that we ourselves can polish,
With each diamond comes new shapes, sizes
Which a tiffany wouldn’t be valued without,
Ere we find peace in ourselves
Shall we find no peace in others, Read More
As a man was raised but less than he,
For bitter soaked is ill litter thorn,
So bitter his life now comes to be,
And the seconds pass since then was born,
Whatever ere is sought beyond his reach
In thinner air every breath becomes a chore;
Himself the very bore he ought to teach,
Himself lone bare yond he ought be sore,
At the same time, he reads more to aspire,
And pages from which then he shall become
Throw no more than what his worth to respire.
As he laid down through the wreathes some Read More
Unsound is still and hearth benign,
Which instead becomes strange depart,
His earnest thought comes modest known,
And the saints draw lines from the stars,
The oceans swept and hundreds pass to fall,
By and large this man from centuries hurled,
Who threw no fault except for hands he breach,
Found himself in the distant space afar
And soon shall he in knees to fall despair,
Ere thus he laid to plea for time in peace,
Ere thus he comes to dark is lost for time,
This big bang his mind comes into foray,
Learns that his life is but fraction of this, Read More