the growth of a footfall starts in smaller and gentle strides the body sometimes fall yet strength reckons on the mind believing that you can do the chances can save from risks perseverance can pass through lifting you from a disastrous list ———————
baked under the sun parched by time no longer a moisture holder remembering yesteryear’s laughter pods breaking in two seeds falling on grounds new life will eventually spring celebratory bells will ring age come fort to tell stories of uneven length ends have withered and fall others remained standing tall ________________
don’t shed a tear for me if i surrendered freedom setting you free the walls have crumbled at the boundary the space was as wide as the sea our hearts were not meant to be cold as ice crushed red ruby i love the other woman so you see another season another reason love… Read More don’t shed a tear
as i stroll the roads of dreams arenas of shows seem unclear obscure depiction of characters wrecked diary now in cheers deep in the dark of slumber epilogues are born in small numbers nearing the edge of every story the sun waits for another glory ——————–
summers have passed slipped from the grip of his hands gone with the blast of the wind pages of the calendar have thinned consumed by recent unfolding locked in the history’s leaves scenes of times still in the running empty wagons filled with dreams different stories waiting to be told received by the ears of… Read More Through the Ages
for a short time her presence was prime becoming a resident in my heart a sediment a residue in my liquid not a silt to be cleaned nor a carrier to be quarantined not a trash to be thrown nor a debris that I’ve known the future queen to the throne her absence made the… Read More Absence
the silence that roared through the cacophonous sounds of echos bring fort the experience of a man deprived of the sense of hearing _____________________
the early morning waves so cool and gentle against the hardened walls of a cliff so sentimental making splashes of calls where poems are made from the thoughts of poets into the dusty roads of silent heroics _________________
for every fallen brown leaf a new one stretches out unsure if life would be brief to live thru every doubt to the fullest of its existence it has served its purpose the body which it has been attached have grown and matured with purses ……………
. i dropped my face somewhere among the crowd i tried to look but gathered stares until i cried i overheard some silly talk among the bevy of crowd that i should have started my walk exiting the burial ground but i just couldn’t leave without picking up the pieces of lost facial belief turning… Read More Among the Crowd
ramir claude king 