POETRY NUCLEUS: THE LANTERN OF STARS: It is a plea to be sensible after your love has made me to fly to the skies where it is the highest knowing very well my fear of heights ...
This time look keenly...feel but deeply the sea wrinkles of sweeps of wind on its surface are just but the mask hiding the calm waters below when the gospels talk of the unfaithful disciple the fearful and conscious human who denied and walked a two steps on water whilst the third sunk denied his teacher, chopped ears for him and cried when he felt how much he loved his master look keenly Look keenly at the faces you utter words of disgrace to see the glimpses of pain you inflict when you quieten when you fail to say 'i love you, thank you and i adore you' when you wear the shroud of pride like a corpse proud to die and to be banished by the warmth you deem inadequate wait till the breeze whistles in the night whist you re alone the tunes of dirges will scare peace out of you when the owl hoots you will wake a loser, dead yet to live again to leave time you had Feel deeply the nuance of deception you cheat on the lies you paint on your mirror to beautify...
PETTY CASH The glory of the heavens whispers To the pockets that blister My hands every time I try To pick my hopes out of them The republic sends wraiths That fill my dreams with pain Telling stories of my nightmares To the miseducation of a capitalist Curriculum Epitaphs written in delirium Project themselves into the hearts of the living Petty cash Adulthood is out of the neighbourhood Petty cash Heirloom is out with the auctioneers Petty cash is pretty cash
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