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I am at a loss to write
There are times I sit with pen in hand,
staring into the blank heart of the unmarked page,
as if it were a pond and I—a boy with no fish to show.
Words won’t come, as stubborn as a mule,
having wandered off to some far corner of the farm.
I am left with the rustle of the wind,
the idle chatter of the keyboard ticking time away.
Yes, in an old-world style I toy with rhymes,
abab or some...
Friday 3rd May 2024 7:30 pm
lost
Disappointed myself as usual
Appointments I can't seem to attend.
Achievements I failed to achieve on my own
Important concepts were out of my reach.
Practise what you preach, I will do that but some other time.
Hypocrisy is a philosophy I need to look into,
Lately, it doesn't feel authentic.
Latent learning seems to be idealistic.
Pointing fingers while three of them poin...
Friday 15th October 2021 8:21 pm
Touch The Universe
direct your gaze skyward.
I see your eyes slip through
lens and the light shoot down,
orbit in your twitching
left to right,
left to right
panning light in soft night,
oxymoron of telescope
gathers perception -your feet-
fall here and your stare there
pinned to the pit of ground,
grate your phrase from fireplace.
and divide.
put syllables in pen,
cross out...
Sunday 19th April 2020 9:53 pm
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