George Krokos, 21 january 2012
Earth's mistress moon and glorious master sun,
from whither is it that they both have come?
Hovering around in the sky during night and day,
how is it that they both have been placed that way?
Playing it seems opposite roles to our mind's eye,
yet shedding light and warmth down from up (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012
Human created to become the creator by senses’ design to communicate outward by its given intellect of mind and freewill, to explore by experience of discovery, to transform ineffable energy that it may experience by substance of form and domain: reality, a momentary respite placing order out of chaos (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012
Lying in a warm pool of blood streaming from a fatal wound, the drum-beat sound of a dying heart slowly fading, light of day becoming increasingly dimmer, the last wisp of breath exhaust past quivering lips, timelessly waiting freedom of eternal sleep, unencumbered by imposed rigors of distorted, sentient (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 19 january 2012
Forgotten, abandoned, dust-laden books unassuming exterior protective cover cryptically interpretive of content expressive of a wealth of inspiring knowledge rendered by unique mind of experience set to word of print to share as resource to influence, guide, inform, enlighten, tutor naive minds with (... więcej)
ruhi, 16 january 2012
BEETE LAMHE..
Gujre hue lamhe,
na jane kyon yaad aate hai
Kabhi apne ko to
kabhi apno ko rula jate hai
Sache pakke dost
na dhekha na janna kabhi
Phir bhi rishta nibha jate hai
Par jinse hota pyaar
Wahi kyon daga de jate hai
In gujre lamho mei
hum bhi kahi mile the
Na dhekha na (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 12 january 2012
I met a young man, he was hitch-hiking, cold, begging for a ride, so I stopped, he got in, his story instantly told, he could not easily hide, a life of hardship, though I did’t know why, until he told me, as the miles slipped by, of a life that would make me, a grown man, want to cry, but in his eyes (... więcej)
LarielM, 10 january 2012
If I was only a small caterpillar, I would have crawl all the way to your garden. No matter the miles or the birds flying high above your roof top. No matter of big shoes crushing on me or that it would take long before I would find you again. If only I could reach your garden in time for the my rebirth, (... więcej)
George Krokos, 8 january 2012
Good is the extension of God as His Spirit of manifestation in the phenomenal world. That which constitutes our highest good is ultimately to do with living in tune with His Spirit and Word as revealed in either one of the great religions of the world or by being in harmony with someone who is the (... więcej)
Zofia Wingmaker, 8 january 2012
ME IN WONDERLAND
prologue
As I walked around the edge of the forest I saw a dark purple rabbit. It was checking it's cell phone and then it looked at me as if to say Hurry Up. "Cell phone" I thought "do rabbits have cell phones?" I looked up to see if (... więcej)
Terms of use | Privacy policy | Contact
Copyright © 2010 truml.com, by using this service you accept terms of use.
25 november 2024
2511wiesiek
25 november 2024
0019absynt
25 november 2024
Pod skrzydłamiJaga
24 november 2024
0018absynt
24 november 2024
0017absynt
24 november 2024
0016absynt
24 november 2024
0015absynt
24 november 2024
2411wiesiek
23 november 2024
0012absynt
22 november 2024
22.11wiesiek