Should I…

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by : Bacardi Gold
10/march/2023
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today, i woke up with some thoughts
should i write or just forgo the day
noises i heard of today’s punches
are lifting me up from the bed
intensity of spirit is driving me out
away from the usual me

i saw a caravan of weakened souls
heading to a point unknown
with open hands raised to the heavens
their faces looked tired and blown

from my window i heard the blubbering
shouts of anger i could hardly understand
an inspiration, a subject, should they be?
paper and pen… an echo, be the draft’s body ?

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Unrealized

by : Bacardi Gold
29/jan/2022

image by : annikaaschberg.wordpress.com

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catch the shadow of your dream
build your castle in thin humid air
assemble an image from your vision
and swallow my likeness into your fantasy

tear off a page from your version of creation
invent the characters of an admirable royalty

as the light shone coming from the sky
the story that about to begin
vanished as your senses ascended
into the heavens reaching the sun
and on earth
interacted with the souls of Men.

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Clouds

by : Bacardi Gold
05/dec/2021

image by : ramsey tendero

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left without a downpour of rain
flew away, far enough my eyes could stare
chased the wind’s course, here and there
like a feather drifted and floated everywhere


flew low on November sky
away just a little nearby
gray as ash wider than a mile
I ran, the hill became an isle


the bright sky, I love the sight
let my hopes and wishes be magnified
into the heavens I wrapped-up this plea
be kinder to us, let nature be…

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Night is a sad morning

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the dark hours is still young

collecting memories for time to keep

diverse and all as they may seem

into the heavens they may soundly sleep

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gather forces into your hands

offer them to the space beyond

wrathful outrages collected at my feet

all the lies that need to be undone

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prepare the Hell if the Heavens refuse

both portals of devils and angels on the loose

sinners on the left saints on the right

repentance will come when the moment is ripe

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you have reveled to the drinks of colored nights

have savored the honey and perfume of twilights

hours have withered stomping feet at the dance floor

forgetting me how can you be so immature

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lend me your love if chances are nil

a moment with you give at your own freewill

nothing is greater than to be truthful is paramount

stay with me, tell me, if your love still i can count

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this cold night is nearing its life

the horizon gets less to ablaze in a burning

reach my hands if the love is still there

or walk away, say your goodbye to my morning…

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