I don’t want to be one of the poets

I don't want to be one of the poetswho loved so deep it broke their heartthat they wrote like none had ever writtenearning millions of lovers for their art I don't want to be one of the poetsthat paid a price in blood and died in lifereleasing their soul in all of their versesto be…

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Words of a Melting Candle…

I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words…

Birds of the Courtyard

Where have they gone - the birds of the courtyard - that chirped ceaselessly, before a sharp sound or those chattering monkeys set them aflutter? Do you remember how they descended from their glorious aerial abode to the courtyard, in warm gratitude for the host, delightfully picking at the seeds strewn on winter mornings -…

AFFLICTION

Knowing it was a hopeless voyage, why did I get on this ship? Was it merely for the lure, the gratification, the thrill? What happens when the passengers desert me? What happens when I hit the dead end, no shore beneath my feet? What happens when it all breaks down, the vessel, the sails? What…

Old Soul

I am the whispering wind in the cold night; the shooting star with a trail of white; I am all worlds; I am a tale; I am the bird heralding the gale... I am the dawn, the dusk, the will o' th' wisp; I am the footprint on the sand, and the rescue ship; I…