Many Shades of Autumn

Posted: October 13, 2014 in Uncategorized
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room 202

Where no one say a word, as if a hundred
sprint now in progress. This is it, and we
all must contemplate the possibilities of a
win, but on this field we await the doctors reply.

Waiting room, it’s a hard place, is it not?.
Faith colliding in alien time zone, digital
moments, everything mushrooming in our mind.
The ground where trust inevitable deciding,
the things that need be Cristal clear.

The waiting room, on we must view everything.
The trays are gone, the converter still, the
child asleep, other grasping for flesh breath.
Who knows, the passage, a silence throne, a
cheering crowed, one just never knows till
the nurse or doctor comes to say. For there
lies the good, the bad, the ugly, the indifferent and call it a day.
It may be so, but faith must abide all the way, the waiting room.

Very interesting.

Otrazhenie

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Prolong winter

Posted: March 2, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Winter, we been told that you would be prolonging your stay with us, taking center stage in our lives till March ending. Is that so? ah what a ball, the tales getting sweeter.

We are in no pretenses, and like me, am not presumptuous to act in any way that will cause you emotional rumbling. Ci-vie
disobedience is not desirable,we just need to get through this.

This is not the first time. now is the anniversary, a celebrated festivity, for our diversity. I stood sometimes, watched, and marvel, as you moved upon an our collective Psychic

Winter, you are just golden, I meant it, just golden, specially as the night shadows fall, and snow roiling , playing gymnastic games, the sweetness forcefully telling, am in lover’s lane despite your mean spirited self sometime. Let it be known, you are just golden.

Cold Chill

Posted: February 4, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Cold chill to the bone, rumble in the head, then whispering

sound, tales of how winter presses hard with sudden

crushing pain. What a chill, in for the kill, the

relieves, none can, and none will.

I dearth the days, fear the nights, starry skies such

busyness of spirit to find warmth, dearest friend

wonder by, acting as if mourning will never past.

Cold chill, blood and bone, garish all the winter wears.

pat down with us crying tries. For the love of

country , yes! but must the cold chill suck, to

the bone, I suppose that is what winter is make of, what

do you have to say about that?

It is life itself. Thanks Otrazhenie for sharing.

Otrazhenie

“The language of friendship is not words but meanings.”

Henry David Thoreau 

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Cloudless sky

Posted: July 16, 2013 in Uncategorized
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How last am I under canopy eyes, a dotted spot below,
when looking from Cosmo high. Here we are, over six
billions of us on planetary ground, grooving in,
grooving out, on trying desperately to survive.

How last am I under canopy eyes, sometime I think you
are a spy. On because of your technological supremacy,
opposing as its limitation, and the true is. I yearn
for those colorful graphic wonders above, not this
breathless, aimless heaven, hanging over my unrepentant
soul.

How last am I under canopy eyes, dulling my laughter
and fun, but soon the beauty of your amiable self, the
artistic pleasantry always delights, bringing my
dis-pear to joy, that said, I knew we are friends. The
cloudless sky.