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Amirani and Baqi I.Amirani and Baqi by *DelectableTea
On nights like these, those faithful men who's honest hearts grow ever still.
Will seek to rest their blood and bones, for labour days will take their toll.
A shabby room will set the stage, a hotel off the city streets,
a country man with aching limbs has settled down in need of sleep,
his wife and sons are in his thoughts, and soon he's lost in dreams.
With morning sun comes bitter screams, a woman, not so far away,
the country man runs to her aid, and finds a dreadful scene.
Her golden hair lies on the floor, torn from off her pretty head,
her pregnant body writhing there, she begs the man to end it all.
"Cut this baby out!" S
In That Room At last! Tonight I sleep at ease,In That Room by *DelectableTea
No longer in that chilling breeze,
For in that room I swear I'd seen
Reflections in my TV screen.
The images of which I write,
Had manifested late at night,
They'd pierced my very soul with fright,
I'd prayed to see the morning light.
I fell asleep, soon to awake,
As something gave my bed a shake.
Remembering the night before,
I ran towards my open door.
With nothing standing in my way,
And greeted by the light of day,
I left the house forever more,
To sleep upon my brother's floor.
Sleep Now Sleep now little ones,Sleep Now by *DelectableTea
The world is not yet yours.
You are not the sighing, weary folk
Who toil and worry.
You are not the shallow, breathless ones,
The broken, scared and restless ones.
Sleep now innocent ones,
The world will soon be yours.
You will be the aching legs,
Forever back and forth.
You will be the Frightful ones.
The jealous, lonely spiteful ones.
Sleep now hopeful ones,
The world could be all yours.
You could be the pioneers,
To put an end to endless fears.
You could be the promised ones,
The grateful, kind and honest ones.
Wake now little ones.
The world is finally yours.
But…
You became the same as the
I Used To Be A Fox To be a fox again, slender was my frame for once in my adult years,I Used To Be A Fox by *DelectableTea
the fat of my gluttony shed for a moment, like the athletic child I'd been.
Still, so hungry I bit and bat at the terrified rabbits, snapping a neck,
and so I began to eat a dear old friend of mine, none the wiser, poor Julia.
On the eve of our downfall, the cities stopped their incessant buzzing,
Rockets froze in the air, vapour and fire became a beautiful thing.
Some tired, bored creator, caught in a moment of whimsy,
Shifted our souls from one thing to the next, a wonderful game it must have been.
As a grasshopper, I perched on a tear in a paper door, playing my n
Silver Anchor The last honest man began his ascension,Silver Anchor by *DelectableTea
Impaled on a silver anchor; he rose up through the troposphere.
Crank and chain groaned as they dragged him through the clouds,
The ethereal plains of paradise hoisted their sails,
And began to drift away, to some other place.
As his skin set aflame in the mesosphere,
The last honest man dared look upon his former home.
His primitive eyes wasting the last remnants of flickering light,
With such vulgar sight, he beheld a fantastic scene;
Its mesmerizing beauty overcame him.
The once beautiful landscapes had become brown and barren,
Men and women stood in circles, bashing in their skulls.
He Who Is The Earth In the umbrage lurks a disgorging face,He Who Is The Earth by *DelectableTea
Through tenebrous eyes, we were watched.
An old soul, dressed in wilting young life,
With a smile so wretched and still.
Through tenebrous eyes, we were watched,
And beset with raised fists from the Earth.
With a smile so wretched and still,
All who have felt it, will feel it again.
And beset with raised fists from the Earth,
We wept and begged for our lives.
All who have felt it will feel it again,
A pang of guilt, for 'what's gone is gone'.
We wept and begged for our lives,
The bile now wholly disgorged.
A pang of guilt for what's gone, is gone!
Earthen stink lingers thick in the air.
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Abstract and Surreal DDs for FebruaryI think we're much smarter than we were.
Everybody knows that abstract art can be art,
and most people know that they may not like it,
even if they understand there's another purpose to it.
(Roy Lichtenstein)
Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only
what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.
(Salvador Dalí)
Enjoy this summary of last month's DDs for Abstract & Surreal Photography:
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