Tomorrow’s Lover

I love you when the sun sets

When your face wanders into my head.

When the moon ascends into the sky

The thought of you makes me fly

over the clouds to a world all our own

where the future remains as yet unknown.

I love you when the moon rises

Seducing the tides with its charming spell

When my emotions coincide with the stories you tell.

The night promises another day with new surprises

Yet the gift of you remains the same.

But I love you most when you say my name.

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Wheel War

Their small legs twirl rapidly,

Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles

Speeding with vitality and joy

The road is boundless

Possibilities are endless.

On the opposite side of the Earth,

another street is being destroyed.

There are no side-walks here,

Only land mines to avoid;

And the relentless screams of fighter jets

Pollute the atmosphere.

Fear is a pervading smell

A perpetual instinct:

Fight or perish.

In a parallel moment,

the tiny bikers

Make a wish

Blow a dandelion.

The seeds disperse,

Achieving freedom.

The two young spirits

Cuddle up into their warm beds

And kiss their loving parents good night.

In War World, a lone child grasps

His mother’s lifeless hand.

Tears stream onto her body:

He just lost the last possibility.

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Grave Gravity

I still remember

The first time I saw his soul.

The moon reflected

The Sun’s embers.

Full, bright, gleaming.

Yet his tears were streaming

His heart was a black hole.

I tried to point out the stars

Their infinite beauty

But his eyes were blind

Gazing into the abyss.

They finally found me

His planet met mine

We collided in the darkness.

“I miss him so much.”

His cry created earthquakes

Which shattered my surface.

Our cores touched

Death is a mistake

Barely cured by my kiss.

But at that moment,

I was certain

That our attraction

Was stronger than gravity:

For his love was finally free.

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Apocalypse

The scorching sun beats down

on the decomposing bodies before my eyes.

Fog and smoke saturate the atmosphere

Beside me, a once-wealthy man painfully dies.

I keep asking myself: “How am I still here?”

 

Perhaps my wisdom emancipated me

from the inevitable devastation caused by greed.

I built a shelter in the last remaining tree

and filtered acid rain to drown my thirst.

The fruits it bore were tasteless, odourless

but they are responsible for my survival.

 

Alas, my dream of awakening humanity

has failed those who still worship money.

But I am still breathing, and so are those I adore

Now, at the end of time, I could not ask for more.

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Rain

You inhibit the raindrops

From pouring out of your eyes

As clouds in your mind thunder

And you feel your heart surrender.

You know if he senses emotion

He will escape in revulsion

Because he evades all types of attachment

In fear of the inevitable disappointment.

He does not understand the sensation

Of dancing in the raindrops formulating around him.

It reminds him that he too is merely human

That he too can endure such desperation.

But mostly, it reminds him that you are real

That human connection is a learning process

And you cannot estimate its failure or success.

Inconsideration creates exasperation

The clouds explode in the collision

Tears flow savagely onto the stone

That once used to be your heart.

The storm departs;

You are alone.

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