Memories Of Woes

Since the floods of tears surges
and the heart of memories burps
the soul followed freely
a harbinger of my fated self

i shared in all my tamed pains
pains of desollution and lost of love ones
preys on my tranquill mind
palidly upon the shingles of doom

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Decorum Of Purpose

I have no replicals
if my heart sinks under medicals
it takes only a miracle
to save my drowning tentacle

lest my soul self be stole
rode upon a caravan driven by mole
into a journey where dead are sold

if i must leave our doors to the shore
to an everlasting epicurean of bore
let the saved-saviour
hear the sweet smells of my savor.

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Doom's Day Prophecy

A tongue of dust, a mouth of clay
with patches of goodness
happy with mundane things
the soul still pines in sorrow and agony

and as the fullness of time sinks abroad
the sun shines with harsh realities
opinion talks tough of ill-fortunes
where a spot defiles a preacher

minted furnace burps, and broaden
the mountains flee from their mounds
into vallies of abyssmality
tall trees, shrubs, and little plants too.

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