It was the kind of news
That took out your blues
A daredevil move
That broke up our groove.
A certain kind of sadness
Sits in your empty chair
A looming madness
Will soon fill the air.
Category: Current Events
Bitcoin: The Romance in Volatility
I see you fall
Every now and then
Breaking hearts
Without a care.
You move on fast
This we know
A magic ride
That ebbs and flows.
Can’t you make up
Your fickle mind
Just trend back up
And stay on high.
Doctor
I see you look at them From a distance For this is a time When love means Staying away Letting the eyes speak And the hands touch Through the wind. You heal the wounded Yet the universe Thinks its you Who owes it Making you pay With hugs of loved ones And at its most cruel Your life.
Dedicated to a neonatologist who recently passed away from the virus, leaving a family with young kids behind. I didn’t personally know her but she left an indelible mark of courage, sacrifice, love.
Lost in 2020
The world still stands But battered and weak. It may not recover - Farewells that were never given When the dead were put to rest Hugs that were carefree But now puts one at risk. Or simply, the freedom to breathe Unobstructed.
Prequel: 2020
Politically Incorrect
I have no patience For your twisted mind The way you serve a fool Has turned your eyes blind. I have no passion For your toxic discourse The points you try to make Echo a fake source. I have no respect For your empty goal The lies you call opinion Have corrupted your soul.
2020
The world abruptly stood still At a time when it thought It had become invincible - A shadow’s savage blow Brought it to its knees Hit its heart with searing pain And rendered its body immobile While its eyes were forced to watch The carnage of this lifetime.
A Weave of Words 