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Full Moon at Christmas

The landscapes before us turned amber, an energy beckoning The horizon glowed in strokes of Gold, as the full moon rose Our hearts mellowed in the splendor,our minds wondered in its magnificence...

The landscapes before us turne...

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Dance of Death

A reed will dance in the water from the rhythm of a gyrating stream a stone’s throw from the settlement whose stories remain untold. The drums whose music forces the dance are two wrinkled arms with rough ugly hands holding down the head of a struggling child recently shocked into awaking. Nothing makes sense in his head as it fills up with darkness while the rest of his body yields to the water taking its place therein. He cannot see the lifeless form of his older sibling floating farther away from the scene. He knows those hands. They fed him earlier in the evening. They have smeared oil all over his naked body. They have carried him while he sleeps....

A reed will dance in the water...

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So it goes.

You wake up with the rising sun, Drench your blood in your favorite variant of nicotine or caffeine, You are wired to toil till the sun sets, Fueling at preordained intervals. The moonlight glow marks another chance to rest, To wait for the rising sun, and so it goes. Script n Rhyme by Shedyk....

You wake up with the rising su...

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Məshē

We rushed, Our worlds about to crush, Now there is just a hush.   Script n Ryhme by Shedyk....

We rushed, Our worlds about t...

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{Debug mode}

Tired geek at the end of the week Content not coded to the Intent Wanting to ‘run’ life in debug mode   Building main life always returns an error At the rate of amnesia being high Why is debugging so memory intensive   The team server is offline half the time Profiler indicating worn out snap shots Yet revert modifications is disabled   Checking out a new template every New Year Importing and adding to favourites Only to forget to compile and process it   A quick version checks ‘aging fast! Time to package and upgrade Settle down on permanent storage   Advanced commands defining responsibility Hard to trace, calibration all the tougher All the time, a need to scan for external changes   The pallets come in handy Dragging and dropping from that scripture Auto running feeds from that soap-opera   Looking up to the skies Wondering who’s...

Tired geek at the end of the w...

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THE OTHER ONE

In another time, another life; All factors constant and considered, Both parties on the same wavelength, Scruples dangling uselessly on the window-sill - And the Other One conveniently inexistent: I’ll eat from your hand – a tamed beast, Toe the party line from sheer bliss Brought about by my prying for misadventure, Utterly mindless of a dark surprise hanging unseen - As I hug tightly, the mirage of a storybook finale!   ALAS! It is now! Everything is as is and appears thought through:- And the Other One inconveniently exists. ©Orato 2014 ...

In another time, another life;...

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Chronicles of Time

I got a pendulum in the house. Ticking away to every thought. My notions attentive to its motion. I relapse at the laps of every hour. Slipping away like quicklime. The final lap should come before I collapse. How do I make my seconds rhyme? When my mime is at its prime. Because this time surely cost's a dime. If God had a petition court, I’d ask him to slow down his Chronometer. Ask him for one more hour on the clock. One more day on the week. One more week on the month. One more month on the calendar. One more time to ask for more time. To make every minute minute count. To leave a good chronicle in time. Script n Rhyme By Shedyk ©Shedyk 2011 ...

I got a pendulum in the house....

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My Obituary

Today, we shall lay to rest a man who wrote fifteen novels, bore three sons and a daughter, and waited to see tens of grandchildren. After 95 years, we finally mark the sweet leap to yonder of my mentor, the man who build a global media company from scratch, and shook the literary stage with a simple quake of his pen.   Death is a function of nature that must activate itself at some point. We have no sadness or pain or regret in allowing the African Bull safe passage into that controversial realm – the other life. But we’re joyous to look back and see what I call the Kingdom of Sweat, the palace of pain, and the era of making...

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