The sun of 12.

The sun of 12.


Given the gift
Of the less fortunate,
and watch the inverts shine…


wonder the wish
which group of twenty-four
would such be of thine?


My every pain,
Too it’s my every loves.
returns ten folds hurts


Care like the 12,
blinds and overwhelms
could thy love, our curse?


Life’s every wheeze
I turn and wonder it

of why the inverts shine..

of if it is my time



© apoet 7th dec 2008, 4.05pm

Blinks for my eyes.

I tried to hold up my eye lids today, for about an hour...and at the end of it my eyes were so dry from the air, it turned red and sore and force my fingers to let go, to beg for a blink..red and dry... beg for a blink, and when it does it tears. Thus a full cycle has been achieve. We have to keep it dry by wetting it.

We in turn to be selfless on a bigger scale had become selfish on a smaller scale. And we know the ones that deem you selfish on a bigger scale is selfish actually on the smaller scale.