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ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

Merry not

When evil men thrive

For a fire furtive

Shall a day raze down cities

It may for a thousand years tarry

But the demons of truth

Are so much for the hold

The biting serpent bruises the heel

And gets it’s head dashed

The tortoise connives all manners of insidiousness

And its shell is shattered

The truth can’t stay hidden

And actions will always have consequences

©

Sperale

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GOD ONLY KNOWS

Time’s run never ever runs dry

The figs that bulge gently with the winds ,

And the trees that twist madly like the rainbows,

God only knows ,

Which one will wane,thrive and die .

The brooks broken by the steeps of the riverine

The sassy sea that constricts the selly sailors

And the calm coulee that harbors little fishes

God only knows

Which one will run,run dry and never run at all.

©

Sperale.

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OLD FRIEND

I love bonfires and cracking infernos.

The swift and staggery hopping around it,

By salacious couples in brown velvets

Crossly paired like a night of eclipse

Enjoying wholly the plains, sights and beaches

Riding the entire earth in a single solemn night

But i love more the fallen trees and broken twigs

Bordered by mouldy mosses and hearty hornworts

The screeching birds and the mischievous wild cats

All warping around the tranquil woods

Just deep echoes, and sombering crickets

But beauty to deeper eyes

And as golds to the fire,to the organized mind

I love them all;fields of green memories.

Relentless lovers in cold suns and heavy storms

They feed,drink and dance together like the knights of Camelot

I love him more and she caught my heart more.

Old as timber and yet stronger have they waxed

The Camilles to the klauses

Whose ears don’t go sour to agonizing screams

The calms to the stormy nights

And the soothers to the afflicted

None weighs more rubies than old friends that ceaselessly care

If you have them,hold unto them

As the ants hog the sugar

Before you realize bitterly that you can’t do it alone.

©

Sperale

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SHADES OF BROWN

Shades of brown,

The dry dusts that caper and caper,

Dancing dastardly to foggy rhythms,

Which is the supercilious wind.

Halt! Peevish things!

A forceful host,I have become

Of your unmannerly spite.

For Rose awaits on the meadows yonder,

A beauty like the shimmering petals,

That oozes infallibility.

Harmattan,

That blows hell and ice.

Disdainer of lovers,

That sours sweet kisses with broken lips.

Harmattan,

The necromancer of filthy dusts,

That clings on hags and belles.

Harmattan,

How will i explain my five seconds blondness to Rose?

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Sperale.

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#BEAUTY

He gazed,he gazed and he gazed.

In search of capturing words

Only to find none

The sabre,they say,is part of the swordman

The anvil makes the blacksmith

And the words make the wordsmith

How come he wanes on a such poetic night?

For beauty is an allurer and twister of the soul

Sometimes, she exhumes poesies from the deepest grave

And smears them unto hearts

Sometimes,she makes popinjays dumb

The eater becomes eatable

Beauty inspires,it also fades

Beauty is craved and it’s also wasted

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Sperale

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PHOENIX

Upon those smouldering sands,

Where a thousand crevices laid,

Bordered by mosses and myrtles,

Where the seas roared and the crows cackled.

Upon those rocks,

Where the adders passed the stormy nights,

And the Dryads gaze upon lover’s fest.

Upon those pyres,

Where the Phoenix basked in the euphoria of the sun,

Pinning away in to smithereens.

Upon those ashes,

Shall be the rise.

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Sperale

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SHORES

The sea tempestuously rages

The river calmly stretches

And the shores unflinchingly stand

In thunderstorms,in fiery nights and when the earth quakes

Her waters totter placidly

As the crabs crawl cravingly to its creeky hole

And free of freckly filths

As the mindful monk in his monastery

She could wash a leper clean

And make the old hag suckle the breaths of Juventas

Her charms,like the chalices of gold

Wrought by the tender shore

She could have broken down the red shacks

And bespatter herself with many cruds

But her innocence flaps majestic wings

All because the angel slumbers not

Even when the night rides roughly

The shore stands tall

What’s a river without a shore?

A barking dog without a teeth

A toddler without its mother

A man without a prospect

Lovers without love

And a sunshine that is cold

The sea cries when the shore crumbles

Because it would pass the rest of its existence shivering like a child

Value what you have

Before it becomes what you had

©

Sperale