Two and seven sound like a charm The number of lives a cat can throw in a hat waste on a mat Run after a rat Such a cat has more than I With two and seven meaning 1 To do more things that fit in a hat Would be possible in a mat And […]
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It seems I am being challengedChallenged to hold fast on shaking groundsTo utter words of defiance at sky and dare it to thunder backIt seems I am being challengedTo a duel without gunsWith a shapeless, nameless opponentCrushing me, eclipsing the sunWith my body sprawled on the floorMy face turns and unwavering I scream”Not a chance’My
Where do they begin or end?How is your going around working for you?Around, and around and around…Sometimes in crescendoOthers, diminuendoAlways out of handsThe focus of attention is looking upward into the heavy disc of an unfathomable dimension crossing the skies of futility and familiarity leaving the blurry discs of confusion hanging on the edge of
Letting the “Troublemaker” out of the Cage! Once upon a time, I had dreams and the confidence to make them come true. I saw myself as limitless and unstoppable, built empires and conquered unknown territories with a wood stick, a paper hat and bubble gum. And I bet I was not alone. Yes, once upon
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Drizzling pearlsOver the thirsty soilWash away the longingsBreath-feeding growthOne by oneThey penetrate defenses Feigned weaknessDissolves, Becomes, one with the otherInvisible arms cradle the sodInvisible legs trod a web Every step deliberatedReaching deeper and widerHolding the earth captiveIn a liquid spellBorn from the wavy mirrorsEtching the shores in laces of foamAnd the Undulating strands Panting rainbows
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This is a game I know too wellAs tides of faces turnAnd landscapes shift their hue An endless loop of farewellsJourneys, souls and settings anewSquare One! A victorious defeatThe onset of Cathedrals attempting to riseOver the graves and tired bones of lost dreamsFamiliar strangers became kin Bonds unfurl and retractAnd the hands on the space
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