Submissions by Mingoao
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I AM
At
the very moment
the universe
came
into existence
I understood
it all
everything . . .
was known
to me
everything
was me
l...
the very moment
the universe
came
into existence
I understood
it all
everything . . .
was known
to me
everything
was me
l...
#philosophical
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monster . . . Monsters
Ancient wisdom
lies in
Bones
The StoneAge
didn't end
for lack
of stones
monster ~
monsters . .
everywhere
whisper
...
lies in
Bones
The StoneAge
didn't end
for lack
of stones
monster ~
monsters . .
everywhere
whisper
...
#politics
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When Jimi Played
It seems like only yesterday
when left hand chords played
an euphonic melody
a melody . .
of the way things used to be
of
flights of fancy
on
flower ships
and acid trips
illusions of innocence
And the best we could have been
didn’t seem to matter
all that much
and the beauty in all that
was . .
it just was !
Joplin sang
and no one since
has mastered the mystery of Zeppelin
Floyds were pink
and punk was in
and
we...
when left hand chords played
an euphonic melody
a melody . .
of the way things used to be
of
flights of fancy
on
flower ships
and acid trips
illusions of innocence
And the best we could have been
didn’t seem to matter
all that much
and the beauty in all that
was . .
it just was !
Joplin sang
and no one since
has mastered the mystery of Zeppelin
Floyds were pink
and punk was in
and
we...
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My Favourite Colour
I like blues
of all hues
and infancy
cerulean
and aqua
and turquoise
and ash
navy
and baby
and Persian
and sky
indigo
and powder
the bluest of flames
azure and midnight
and cobalt
and rain
the sparkle of sapphire
the coldness of steel
the blueness of jazz
and aquamarine
I fancy yellows . .
like that
of a sunflower
in full bloom
dripping dew
at sunrise
burnt sienna . .
tinted
inflections
of
saffron
...
of all hues
and infancy
cerulean
and aqua
and turquoise
and ash
navy
and baby
and Persian
and sky
indigo
and powder
the bluest of flames
azure and midnight
and cobalt
and rain
the sparkle of sapphire
the coldness of steel
the blueness of jazz
and aquamarine
I fancy yellows . .
like that
of a sunflower
in full bloom
dripping dew
at sunrise
burnt sienna . .
tinted
inflections
of
saffron
...
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Do Not Stop For Death
chance the moment
risk
every opportunity
to do the impossible
paint every sunset
revere . . . every sunrise
mount its canvas
shine ~ a light
into the darkness
and
hope to find
new things
drink the wine
that sits upon your table
let . .
its sting
dance
upon your tongue
in delight ~
its blissfulness
like the sweetness
of
a virgin...
risk
every opportunity
to do the impossible
paint every sunset
revere . . . every sunrise
mount its canvas
shine ~ a light
into the darkness
and
hope to find
new things
drink the wine
that sits upon your table
let . .
its sting
dance
upon your tongue
in delight ~
its blissfulness
like the sweetness
of
a virgin...
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MINDf**k TERRORISM
I'm none of the things
they say I am or think I am
They don't know me . . !
I'm gonna start shit . . . and hurt feelings
Silence . . ! - should be a war crime
I embrace my darkness . . my darkside
I love my hidden self
my dodgy, shady self
that protects me
from hungry eyes
that deem me prey
they crave that I indulge their thirst
they crave that I can do no worst
than . . their intent to do me harm
and so they think . . .
they stand in my good favour
This self . . is my bullshit monitor
my...
they say I am or think I am
They don't know me . . !
I'm gonna start shit . . . and hurt feelings
Silence . . ! - should be a war crime
I embrace my darkness . . my darkside
I love my hidden self
my dodgy, shady self
that protects me
from hungry eyes
that deem me prey
they crave that I indulge their thirst
they crave that I can do no worst
than . . their intent to do me harm
and so they think . . .
they stand in my good favour
This self . . is my bullshit monitor
my...
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BONEYARD
I'm way beyond
the insanity
of my madness
that sometimes . .
my nights last for days
I stand in this boneyard
lit by the glare of past despair
I'm veiled
in mist and haze
and never-ending days
visions
illuminate my brain
torrents flood my veins
my heart staccatos its rhythm
I'm aware . .
darkness has never been so clear
a tear . . . trickles
to taste the dust at my feet
my toes are dirty
there's muck under its nails
my heels are cracked
rooted to...
the insanity
of my madness
that sometimes . .
my nights last for days
I stand in this boneyard
lit by the glare of past despair
I'm veiled
in mist and haze
and never-ending days
visions
illuminate my brain
torrents flood my veins
my heart staccatos its rhythm
I'm aware . .
darkness has never been so clear
a tear . . . trickles
to taste the dust at my feet
my toes are dirty
there's muck under its nails
my heels are cracked
rooted to...
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