CARAVAN OF FEELINGS
Right now, it still looks like we are clumsily sticking our heads on the arms of the silence of Calvary. The blood-red glowing caravan of Twilight seems to want to drive away the billions of fiery silver stars from the balmy sea. The golden sand dunes really burn our skin; it's still so good to feel the microcosm of your looks; we faithfully guard a tiny, more precious, immortal slice of the Universe in the depths of our golden hearts, where only the two of us can fit.
- The years' worth are worthless! Being - sooner or later - is just normal in its own way. There wouldn't be much trouble with the change, so to speak, if the intention didn't remain behind as a loyal friend, and there is a doubt as to what other people think about the state of our physical and mental balance that is called permanent?! - There is no need for conquest for heartbeats to find their way to us; in the elevator shafts of the inner self, it is appropriate to cherish...
FIREPLACE WORDS
I remember so well
It was my Grandfather doing the tell
I would sit in his lap
Listening to stories from the wise old man
It was a story of a Woodsmen and an Ax
The narration of fireplace wood
The fire and where it stood
The dialog of how wood makes the fireplace flame
Embracing hour by hour and minute by minute
My mind began to understand
It was the warmth from the fireplace, but the true love of my Grandfather’s heart
Yet he used to tell me many other stories
Interesting and intrigue
I remained quite it and let my Grandfather proceed
Every given moment
Sooner not later,...
I could say
The era of short, simple sentences and remote courtships has arrived! Existence, just like a new beginning, frayed and shrank in on itself. Free yourself from the captivity of ladies' breast bras faster. The world of tabloids wet with kisses and intoxicated sensations is a world of syrupy filth. Pathetic graffiti on the bodies of freight wagons, the crayon and worn-out felt-tip pen drawings of childhood. They are already starting to show up on the wall of the rusted world as if they were minute people. On the sidewalk, you can see plenty of exotic silicone birds of paradise or party queens like Cleopatra. Like running water in the air; vile, calculating superficiality and gross, nausea-inducing arrogance abound in the rich earth!
Roots, small sprouts shake together in a deliberately cacophonous mess. Like a cursed, self-righteous newscaster, my groping fingers are constantly searching and crawling for permanent, human-born thoughts, so that ...
It's still on the verge
I still look around at this unrestrained, revenge-hungry, changed World; My desperate fear drags me between immeasurable abysses. An unknown force forces me to do the inevitable many times. Like everywhere else.
Fate, as an unknown stranger, begins to work here as well. Flaming pieces of stone fly, fallen Janus heads. The free-thinking spirit crawls crushed, dragging itself along. There can be no more backtracking! No flattening. Does doing something count as protest?!
Willingness became shame. Out of cowardice, total exhaustion - the Soul shrinks its pitiful self for good; he observes himself from the inside. He realizes that he hid himself in indifferent inaction, rather fled.
My heart beats arrhythmically, pounding, like a restless volcano writhing under the oceans. The infinite equinox of happiness that can be found is now intentionally left out. In the tunnels of blood vessels, blood clots are thrown one after the other by ...
PRAYER BAND VOICES
Not an Orchestra
Uplifted Spiritual voices
Praying for the Souls of the world
Making a difference through prayer
Looking for a change
The Bow and kneel
Knowing the goodness that Heaven will bring out
Praise with a shout
Unless one prays, one doesn’t know the struggle and how it will come out
The defense in preparation
praying being the suggestion
It’s about overcoming like indigestion
A reason with a purpose
Praying
A blessing to surface
Pray on
Continuous
Morning, Noon and Night
Revelation reminder
Praying with the ey...
AP NEWS
Associated Press
Media known
Stories that are always full blown
Journalism Promise
News being honest
Eyes of observe in the how and now
News that effects our everyday lives
First hand
Global vices
Politics wording reel
The happenings for real
Exposure
Picture perfect
Angle and Concept
AP Style
Getting your attention while
AP Movement
In the News
Captured and Exposed
...RAPPING POETS
Let’s Rap
That’s while
Rapping Poet Style
Words assured
Focused accord
Experience and influence
Striving endurance
No curse in any verse
Some say Rapping Poet’s won’t and can’t
It’s will and shall
Cut the negative noise
Enrich the positive fact
Rapping Poets are successors
Sometimes we might sound like Professors
Too the world, we want to be heard
We take a lot of tolerance
We don’t want our words pushed under a dusty rug
Don’t call us a Thug
We need ...
RECORDABLE ME-TIME
A fearful smile can no longer protect the symmetrical features of the face, nor the curses of the barrier erected by word-barricades, or even prison walls; the syrupy darkness brings you to your knees, perhaps just like the dirty night of the alley. Stars lie near children's cries and there is no one who wants to hug them.
The pearls of truth are already hiding deeper and deeper in the depths of wounded hearts, where it is not easy to get in if trust has been broken or has just become a traitor. The montage-like progression of existence seems to flow in reverse, backwards; the dear barely eats breakfast. She barely weighs fifty kilos, and she prefers to gnaw on paleo diet bran flakes when she looks in the mirror to make herself look slim and sexy forever.
"Sweetheart, Dear! You are beautiful on the inside too! Do you believe me?!" - the conscious remnants of fasting hunger regularly crash into the experiential magic of the Moments o...
UNEXPECTED MEETING WITH THE OTHER SELF
One always moves the antennae of one's brain a little; this can be a good reason for a small, wise meditation. I don't want to just recall the sad, sad idioms of happy-sad, miserable childhood, will on the leash of gravity, and obey manipulative intentions, like a tugging figure - I don't want to. Outside, a small group of attractive, wine-drinking homeless people with nicotine grins are threatening each other; the clatter of a broken beer bottle invasion on my bleeding forehead.
Among the flashback memories, I often seem to recognize cryptic faces. Its rays are divided into apparitions, every minute and moment that man has ever voluntarily forgotten. Prismatic loneliness or the cooled dark room chained to you in a flood of fire?! History is fearful - many times -, it taunts its innocent victims from top to toe.
Time always has a price, just like human lives. It is not good to bargain or gamble with the infinite Fate. Going sideways i...
DEADLY OBJECTIVITY
The is-was-will be - fearful - eternal testimony is still not enough. A time-loop, or just a hangman's web of seemingly doomed minutes that sooner or later will reach everyone?! Existence is held by invisible hands, and we hope that Guardian Angels should guard it so that no more tragedies of fate can happen. The black-and-white swallows haven't arrived yet, but the summer zimankó is already around our necks.
A lump-thumping thump on the mosquito net and if one is not careful, they swell as an allergic-shock reaction, the image of elephant-puffs. Outside, exotic butterflies hover in stylishly beautiful dresses from one successful minuteman to another; here it is no longer the eternal One emotions that play the main role - but the Darius material ones. - The guessed rhythm of foreign nerves can be easily heard through the hearing organs, but there should always be someone who listens to the other's words, because communities and groups ar...