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Somehow, somewhere

Someone’s dreams are pulverised

The suckling robbed of toothless smiles

Molested and badly brutalised

A pool of anguish in their eyes

So why do we howl about minor glitches

When a wound somewhere is too wide for stitches?

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Somewhere, somehow

someone’s taking a last gulp of life

Misery vacuums an unborn, despised

Family planning mishaps, surmised

As tympanum echo with muted replies

So why do we pine over the price of oil

When a soul somewhere won’t even go a mile?

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Somehow, somewhere

someone’s plunging to their demise

A livelihood ransacked by lies

Hearts ripped and discarded like old auto parts

Taste buds drool with bittersweet retorts

So why do we mope over an ingrate who left

When a home somewhere is ravaged by distress?

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Somewhere, somehow, someone needs our help

So why should we become so obsessed with self?

Arioso


11. Arya, Braj Mohan - Nature With Lovers III

If I could reach into the heavens to anchor the sun

Or go to the poles of the globe, I would run

To paint you a rainbow and sop up the rain

If it meant that I could efface all your pain

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If I could walk on the ocean or withhold the mist

Or subdue storms and seize the wind in my fist

Then release it again when you can’t find the shade

If it meant that provisions for joy would be made

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If I could descend into the heart of the earth

And conquer the grave for all the hell that it’s worth

I’d give you forever sealed with a kiss

If it meant that we’d both have perpetual bliss

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But since I can’t do any of these things, I just wish

That giggles and glee will still brim your dish

When  your table is set, you will bask in it all

And I’ll always be here for you when you call

Arioso


dreaming

Photo credit: Paul D Robertson

Tranquility in tandem with my thoughts

As I waft into a realm unknown

Where a life convict assumes release

And a plebeian may don a crown

Gravity’s hold is feeble there

Flesh and spirit are much the same

A soul gallivants just anywhere

And no one even needs a plane

Things that life would never grant

Now a guerdon making views expand

So the undiscerning clearly sees

The Deity crafting life, firsthand

That realm in REM will always be

Concocting salve for tear-less eyes

And blistered aching nomads’ feet

Find solace till they greet sunrise

Ayasonice


sitting in mid air

Paul D Robertson art @redbubble.com

Sitting in mid air

Swaying with the cords upon which we hang

In constant motion but not getting anywhere

Gazing into an arena where nightingales once sang

Beguiled by the haze, we toss each earthly care

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Sitting in mid air

Soaring above a spate of misery

Unleashed upon a darkened sphere below

Reaching hands toward a disc of certainty

That shines a light so serenity will grow

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Sitting in mid air

Baffled by the pain of calloused palm

Clutching merely onto the fragile strings

A sudden gale purposely disrupts the calm

An awakening that existence often brings

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quest for good manners

Disdain is the new fad strutting the runway

Sending favour and mores to take their chairs

Ladies flex their arms to swing doors open

And toes trampled sore and met by sneers

 

Flippancy is the new favourite pastime

Someone slips and we choke in laughter’s phlegm

No one cares that youths are out of order

And elders dare not try to order them

 

Debauchery is a fresh trend in the streets

As fashionistas flaunt faux pas in crowd

Nursery rhymes scream lewd, in the name of rap

As swearing juveniles play ‘hiTunes’ too loud

 

I wonder where these trends will lead us

What will life be like in fifty years?

Will the world self-destruct or be recreated

Or will ethos continue shifting gears?



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