A panacea…

by : Bacardi Gold
27/feb/2021

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i felt the guilt
my page is blanked
no letters, no numbers
just plain white light

tapped the restless keys
in nearly three hours
nothing seemed to stay
all flew away

in between those moments
no story sneaked and buzzed
write anything, even abc
something will be at your door

it was not something, it’s
someone knocked from outside
can i borrow a thousand
the voice from outdoor barged in…

i was stripped of a thousand
like a blocked writer’s block
i became a lender, over stacked
a panacea, the keys worked, it’s luck?…

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in Your direction…

by : Bacardi Gold
02/feb/2021

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I kept it to myself
I was bruised and crushed to the ground
I was bleeding inside

Someone
scarred my heart
but it will mend

Someone
battered my state of mind
but my judgment will still be morally right

Though the pain has remained unseen
I still have an open vein
writhing in perennial pain

Other people speak ill of me
Releasing dirty names on me
I turned my back pretending no one was there

I looked up to the sky
And held my head in Your direction
saying, “Forgive them for they don’t know what they’re doing.”


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Someone, It’s me…

by : Bacardi Gold
14/Oct/2020

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There were lots of people
As I entered the wimpy scene
All in mask costumes, no one to converse
Images borrowed from the looks of others

This is not an alchemy of illusion
How the crowd changed their looks
One to the other, a transformation
Lost in the galaxy of people

In one extent of my breadth of view
A familiar look greeted my eyes
Someone as tall as me
My features I saw, in silhouette, it’s me

Wonder of all wonders
As he unmasked to face the crowd of patrons
The mob faced me in confusion
Puzzled, which is the true me in person

As I sat alone on a rickety chair
Morning has caught me in despair
Haven’t drafted more for this ordeal
As my imagination ran free and wild

As this stretch of fancy is somehow excessive
My mind’s eye began to ebb
The intriguing tide of free flowing scenes
Began to close and retreated as I retired…