a sorry state of a post…

by : Bacardi Gold
29/march/2021

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when the mind writes
it gathers ideas and drafts
then the fingers tap the keys
words are formed
the eyes and mind read silently
the mouth reads aloud
and the ears hear what you speak
then the mind analyzes
edits the whole for errors
and decides to end it
in the trash …

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Now…

by : Bacardi Gold
23/feb/2021

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If i won’t do it
it will be forever within me
If i won’t do it
all of me will become dusts
If i won’t do it now
thoughts will be thoughts
till the end of time
I’m writing now
so reflections of me will remain
and linger on anybody’s cognition
So I will be remembered…

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Chosen

by : Bacardi Gold
14/feb/2021

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Time has no limit
encircling characters
to be bold and seen
in thoughts that are crowded
with unfamiliar faces

Sometimes visions
of picking an apple
in the lone orchard
of oranges
appears

Ideas,
of fading mental images
take a flight out
and be lost

Other forms and drafts
melting in the cross roads
of empty infinities
grab attention

A tired mind will drain
which among them
has a bulging chance
of being chosen …

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Treasures…

by : Bacardi Gold
08/feb/2021

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start burning the trash
they’re all scattered in my brain
sweep them all and make a funeral pyre to start
soon, i will be free with those beautiful treasures of evil thoughts…


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Quiet Repose

by : Bacardi Gold
25/Nov/2020

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Sleepless night
Befriending me
Talking in my mind
Moving like the wind
Whispering in my ears
Building stories for my heart
Darkness with scorching sun
The eyes of dawn closed
To fantasize the realities
Until the light’s curtain drops in quiet repose…