Posts Tagged ‘Pain’

Pouring Rain.

Posted: January 12, 2015 in Uncategorized
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th rain rainning.

On am running , filling the palate with its grains.
Obstructing pain and this much I learn, in pouring rain.
For the heaven’s open up, and will me in.

It’s a race to the house, but I do not want to win.
Rain, rain deep in Country land, it’s a fair game.
This intruding is an awesome pleasure I swear.

Pouring rain, so much grains, a full load over
flowing pans, and what it takes. Weather of nights
or days, matter not, just the same old stories.
Doing what pleases me in pouring rain is a challenge
not fear, even an my birthday, pouring rain.

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What is so essential about the essentials
this day-to-day essentials, called
the essentials. Tomorrow again, the same, oh!
That perpetual house of common question period
debates, as seem an t.v. The essentials, how
practical is the essentials. life need
the essentials, be it in Shanty Town, upscale
New York or with those gleaning in open corn field.

The essentials, that how we live our lives.
Common bonds, scarlet threads, silver linings,
D.N.A codes stack in laboratory hibernating.
Do not pause to pander, it’s not about grant
stand of the human enterprises, but rather
little things that connects, and make our lives
a wonder. The essentials, see the way the world
is spinning now. The true is, its simple the essentials.

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.

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?

Impel by this raying current, O the cry of  Mothers filled the air.

It is everywhere, no hiding place, turbulence,  the perfusion darken the heart

To who do they cried, give an answerer before I die? If not then,

I will alla from the grave aloud, echoing sound till my last be found.

Oh! crying Mothers, lORD! crying Mothers, please help.

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One by one, slowly but surly.  One by one, then

the eyelids blinked as in desperation She bitten

Her lips, saying this was not to be, and here am

I going through, of what was not asked.

 

One by one, slowly, then surly as the sea of trusting

pain, ran across pale looking face cut deeply within,

while shuttled about crowed mall. I praise Her strength,

not her grieves. I empathize, but was I not mad, what

and who is the cause of such woes? Woman, O! Woman,

if I only knew.  May my prayers be answered, for you.