Battle Of The Ages
Black and white, the shades of grey
storm trample all reason,
for black and white and they didn’t get their way.
Black sits grumpy in the corner for
darkness has forsaken its power
to run away with the glittering moon
across corridors of brightly lit stars.
Love between the two, the winds say.
White is all red up to the gills,
it carries a sheet splotched with ink marks
a writer’s anger at the righteousness of the haughty white
wanting to shred the holy than thou attitude they proudly display.
The denizens of the underground twitter amongst themselves
aligning with the shades of grey to
overturn the black and white hopelessly hostage
to control since long gone days.
It is a battle of the ages.
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Walk The Talk
Love walks the talk
on parallel inked lines
in words letters
that do not end.
At odds once, to
cannot live without
the either someone.
Stars, moons, brilliant suns
illuminate the way, even
as dark shadows of doubt and dismay
haunt crevasses of broken faith.
Inked teardrops, scrawled smiles
lie in wait.
A beginning, an end,
all that is between
the make believe, the real
What will be?
Love walks the talk
on parallel inked lines
in words letters
that do not end.
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Mirror Mind
Hey ho, blank canvas
of a mirror mind,
what riddles do you hide?
A mirror upon a mirror
words upon words
lines upon lines
stacked up to the
seamless sky
Hey ho blank canvas
of a mirror mind,
What riddles do you hide?
Umpteen Time universes
peeking into each other,
wondering what the
other is upto,
parallel lives, different vibes
stacked up to the
seamless sky.
Hey ho, blank canvas of
a mirror mind
What riddles do you hide?
Gnarly branches of feelings
that wound past dead trees
a parched earth, seeking
redemption from clouds
unable to rain, as the
sun dried them away.
Deserts stacked up to the
seamless sky.
Hey ho, blank canvas
of a mirror mind.
What riddles do you hide?
Hope upon despair
despair beyond repair
Wishes stacked up to
the seamless sky.
Hey ho, blank canvas
of a mirror mind.
What riddles do you hide?
