Harms can be healed by pills How to heal the harms of soul? Remedy is precious yet free Used least wisely yet widely It’s… The magic of “Words” Words can touch and sooth the soul Words can heal others and self Words can do miracles Words can move mountains of miseries Let’s just not be… Read More “Heal” by Navnidhi Vyas.
“Tis I, Marie, you come to seeYou there so prim on marble benchWhat brings you here week after weekI’m now a charred and crumbling wretch You heard the tales and need adviceIn one of many hundred waysI’ve seen your kind, oh once or twiceA mouse without, but heart ablaze What spells I cast to make… Read More “Tis I, Marie” by Lisa Fox.
Like the Sun that shines, radiating bright light, a guru disseminates thoughts lofty and wise. Using his power, directness, and mystical might, pulls you out of every single and dangerous vice. Get closer to your guru, feel the spiritual rise, an elevation that could get you to the worlds beyond; but if you utter untruths… Read More “Ballade for the Ultimate Seeker” by Stavyah.
I am dream-bound to the weeping mother of an ocean shore, my shadow is darker than the prose tree of mind and desire a prospect of inner lunacy and death; the clam’s mouth is lighter between the sun, into the silence of blue willows to the inmost bones of creation… Read More of memory.
A wish, these solitudes in dark wept, midnight exits in a dream, torturing you; emerges in oceans, as if the face of the sea-light is in a trance of wander, a dark mind urges this end of game; the half-lit stretch devours death quietly in hyacinth winter as we left; … Read More out of reach.
flowers for you bursting like a ghost; red and white violets that were in a market shop your eyes hunted them and they were yours; as the street calls out in loneliness the telephone replays with your voice engraved in a blue marble vase by the sea gone. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
I don’t know whose granting wishes these days Some sorry self-elect, Maybe no one, maybe God. Too busy to do their job correct. Oh and your timing? Superb. I was worried about my mid-life crisis I can’t believe you had the nerve! Specifically the right one To take half my sight Halve my ability to… Read More “A Warning” by Daniel Pearce.
Infinite for manFinite for soulHued for manPlain for soulMagnificent for manInsignificant for soulHuge for manAmorphous for soulFilled for manSpilled for soulWhole for manHole for soulOcean for manVacuum for soulPresent life for manReason to rebirth for soul. To check out more of Navnidhi Vyas’s work, go here.
“where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.”—Ezra Pound. The apparition paradise projects onto streets like death, into the turn of the mountain Forward on its side where ice fell and mingled leaf-like into the ocean In pure rhythm like a God in kinship with free tamed with the ice-cold Be it… Read More They had gone.
