A boy that laughed through his early years, Beneath skies clear, unshadowed by fears, Came whispers of doubt, soft and slight,
By SD Espada5 months ago in Poets
Azure skies above, so clear, Brush strokes bold, love and fear. Canvas waiting, dreams to pour, Dancing hues from the core.
Amidst the ruins of ages past, Beneath the sky's vast, endless blue, Clouds drift, whispering tales of old, Dreams of empires, bold and true.
He was good at his job. He knew it. The psychiatry Ph D. on the wall showed it. So why was a seizing robot leaking oil in his office? It should be laying down on the couch, describing memories from initialization. Going on about the ennui of immortality and blah, blah…
By SD Espadaabout a year ago in Fiction
mud under gray clouds wet stone, cold nights, sick children Darkness for Ages
By SD Espadaabout a year ago in Poets
Socrates, Plato shadows in caves, fading the first dawn begins
A smile, just a smile from the revival's midwife Leonardo's brush sparks
the future's a dream the past, uncaring, doesn't blink today, now, act, live
Y2K the end is near: prep, dig, hoard, worry a momentous blip
turn of century our century, yes, at last blank page, pen in hand
time flies like arrows fruit flies like bananas, pears to each its own, right?
historic rhymes maps of mistakes to avoid never found in time
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