ENTIRE WORLD IS MY IMAGINATION AND FRAGILE AS A PIECE OF GLASS
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Salvation, 18/10/2026, 23:17

Sometimes it comforts you to kill,
Like slowly boiling water.
The claim is such, that final bill
Eclipses every quota.

It kicked in slowly from within,
Yet nothing could be noticed.
No signs of it were to be seen,
Misleading was the surface.

It didn’t matter how hard,
Went on and kept on trying.
It had a quiet, silent start,
But silence was misguiding.

A single unexpected spark,
A thrust enough to fuse it.
And was all lit that had been dark,
The stillness was confusing.

And blessed art thou, had always been,
To read the indication.
Ability to catch the hint
Delivers the salvation.

Farthing, 8/09/2026, 20:25

There was a surplus,

It didn’t last.

Odds were against us,

We took a blast.

It wasn’t fair.

Who said it should?

We didn’t care,

As no one would.

It wasn’t clear

What did go wrong.

We didn’t veer,

Just carried on.

Up built the pressure,

Grew from within,

No single measure

Did go unseen.

In never traded

What cherished once.

The thread was braided,

Thin was the chance.

Regret did nothing,

As truly meant.

And did not farthing

Save silver cent.

Here to stay, 13/09/2026, 18:25

Out of reach and connection,
Thousand miles away.
Essence of real perfection,
Sneaked in and here’s to stay.

Seems like has always been near,
Though several borders across.
So it would strongly appear,
Be it a gain or a loss.

How would one do without,
All of these years along?
Even the busiest crowd
Makes you feel truly alone.

Yes, the proximity matters,
But, not in a practical term,
Sometimes the points are scattered,
And the connection is strong.

Presence is never unnoticed,
More so when things are astray.
Rumors would have it and gossip:
Here is now to stay.

Guevara de la Serna, 04/08/2026, 00:13

The boat is tossed around, but floating,
The wives back home are cooking food,
He as a kid became immortal,
With death encounter he withstood.

Attacks of asthma choke and strangle,
He on his own is left with pain.
For sure knows is not abandoned,
No effort is consigned in vain.

Adventure is his second nature,
By which a thrill seeker he is.
He could embark on any venture
With passion, vision and with ease.

The jungles of unknown Bolivia,
Are rather dense, so thick and dark,
Between the freedom and oblivion-
And Tania is his Joan of Arc.

The final night is fading out,
Interrogation’s underway.
The fortitude they are about
To see will render them astray.

The boat is tossed around, but floating,
Some gear’s left behind, ashore.
In order to become immortal,
One must the death itself ignore.

Rough, 29/04/2026, 23:44

Unprecedented is, of course, 
Enough to have a glimpse. 
Coincidentally ran across, 
Enjoying ever since. 

And ever since is in the range, 
For stigma or for fame. 
Coincidentally life has changed, 
To never be the same. 

Cooperation does take time 
And learning is the key. 
Can be perfected and sublime 
When everybody’s keen. 

Inordinately is, no doubt, 
It’s worth to get a grasp. 
Alike within is and without, 
Is fragile like a glass. 

Unprecedented is, of course, 
I wish it were enough. 
Coincidentally ran across, 
And the ride since then was rough.

In His Prime, 09/04/2026, 20:41

He looked a bit above his age —
For went through burning fire.
He was inordinately sage,
Been dancing on a wire.

He’s seen it all; the ride was rough,
Took dives and hit the bottom.
There was so much he had enough —
No life in silk and cotton.

As tension grew and pressure built,
He played it smooth and clear,
And was the one to pay the bill —
As was, indeed, it dear.

And even then, when all the brave
Stooped low and tried to veer,
He took the roads that weren’t paved —
Evasions, lies, and smear.

He learned it fast and learned it soon:
No single thing’s unnoticed.
One hundred twenty harvest moons
And ninety equinoxes.

Were switching to a smolder mode,
Continued stubs to glare.
He picked the keys and cracked the code —
As less he couldn’t care.

A biased viewer,15/10/2021, 03:08

Expanding deeper from within
And standing on its own.
A purpose for existing means,
The magic inner world.
The outstanding inner self,
Abnormal, strange and alien.
The expectation to coerce,
And meet, though would it barely.
No single standard is intact,
It wouldn’t fit the framework.
And yet there is a clear plan,
There’s something it would aim for.
Expanding is the universe,
It is the brightest star,
Its world is chapter and the verse,
For real connoisseurs.
Not many people would accept,
Appreciate would fewer.
But I enjoyed as we incept,
Although a biased viewer.
Expanding deeper from within,
To none it’s standing second.
Involved a lot and yet is clean.
Is valued every second.