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Just a collection of poems with four lines about common problems. I hope this is something some people an relate too. Just mesage me or comment if you want to talk about anything.
This is a collection of poems I've written through the years. Most of them are dark and saddening, I'll admit. But there are a few that have helped me.
Even if you don't read through it all. At least read the last entry.
odds and ends poems
Where the voice fails and the music fades, the words take their gracing place. My heart's desiring voice that only words can express.
The individual, who have accomplish a task successfully of an effective management on a different level, overcoming or conquering stages, have initiated and undertaken the right kind of communication at the appropriate time. Society is a space where plenty of concepts exist, Sometimes the concepts like in the example given above, fail when thyself is confronted with some other concepts, and other powerful concepts that might or might not overtake them. Enlight'en... Specific And Personal... is a sensitive light that defines poetry written out of the ideas of curiosity... © 2010 copyright All rights reserved. ISBN 978-0-557-32894-9
This is a compilation of song lyrics that I have written throughout my life. I have other lyrics that appear in my first book "Reflections of Life".
This book has Brittany's poems in it, i just proof read and fixed mistakes. Hope you like them.
Collection of poems by different authors.
Strange Are The Cadres Of Being
Suddenly, a visage
With a hushed leap
Rushed past the mirror
Black and yellow stripes
Like waves strung together
Suddenly, the dressing table trembled
The clock’s golden reflection shuddered
The body – wrapped in fever – thawed out
In the microcosms of blood
In the self and attributes
Are uncanny secrets
In the sieves of faiths and doubts
Are a thousand cracks
Strange are the cadres of being
Just now, I was wide awake
Groaning in deep pain
Then, how did I drift off?
Just now, I was fast asleep
Then, how did the eyes open?
How did the quilt’s mound lift off?
I don’t know how
the joints dismantled
the mouth broadened back
the fangs crop up
the gaze emblazed
the toes curled back
the spine stretched out
the skin turned into hide
From where this bushy tail sprang up
In the caverns of being,
Where did I vanish, roaring?
I don’t know a thing!
Strange are the cadres of being.
Just a collection of poems with four lines about common problems. I hope this is something some people an relate too. Just mesage me or comment if you want to talk about anything.
This is a collection of poems I've written through the years. Most of them are dark and saddening, I'll admit. But there are a few that have helped me.
Even if you don't read through it all. At least read the last entry.
odds and ends poems
Where the voice fails and the music fades, the words take their gracing place. My heart's desiring voice that only words can express.
The individual, who have accomplish a task successfully of an effective management on a different level, overcoming or conquering stages, have initiated and undertaken the right kind of communication at the appropriate time. Society is a space where plenty of concepts exist, Sometimes the concepts like in the example given above, fail when thyself is confronted with some other concepts, and other powerful concepts that might or might not overtake them. Enlight'en... Specific And Personal... is a sensitive light that defines poetry written out of the ideas of curiosity... © 2010 copyright All rights reserved. ISBN 978-0-557-32894-9
This is a compilation of song lyrics that I have written throughout my life. I have other lyrics that appear in my first book "Reflections of Life".
This book has Brittany's poems in it, i just proof read and fixed mistakes. Hope you like them.
Collection of poems by different authors.
Strange Are The Cadres Of Being
Suddenly, a visage
With a hushed leap
Rushed past the mirror
Black and yellow stripes
Like waves strung together
Suddenly, the dressing table trembled
The clock’s golden reflection shuddered
The body – wrapped in fever – thawed out
In the microcosms of blood
In the self and attributes
Are uncanny secrets
In the sieves of faiths and doubts
Are a thousand cracks
Strange are the cadres of being
Just now, I was wide awake
Groaning in deep pain
Then, how did I drift off?
Just now, I was fast asleep
Then, how did the eyes open?
How did the quilt’s mound lift off?
I don’t know how
the joints dismantled
the mouth broadened back
the fangs crop up
the gaze emblazed
the toes curled back
the spine stretched out
the skin turned into hide
From where this bushy tail sprang up
In the caverns of being,
Where did I vanish, roaring?
I don’t know a thing!
Strange are the cadres of being.