Awesome is storm.
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Thick and heavy this afternoon air
projects an
impending doom everywhere.
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Frightening is lightning.
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Leaving a film on withering green
it alters
opalesque dew pooled in each leaf.
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Numbing is thunder.
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Wide but blueless the skyscape here
windlessly waits
as large pregnant clouds reappear.
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Then... a
Fear awakes.
World is a-shake.
Mournful is birdcall.
Sudden thunder, decibel-loud
Rumbles, drowns
Voices of scurrying crowd.
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Now I see
A large tree shaking prior to
The strike,
Speed-forked
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Ice-hea­t
Lightning
Slashes at
Old spalted
Oak-core.
Strips its
Thick bark,
Groaning
Tree heaves,
Blasted side
Sighs and it
Splits as it
Rips, flying
Leaves slide
Into a heated
Inferno to live
No more, I hear
It in falling to die
Let out a desperate cry.
Awesome is white forked lightning.
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When you suppress anyone for too long.
You soon find fiction between fraction of people.
We avoid talking about racism in modern times.

For truth still apparent to the oppressors.

Oh, we discuss love in a second.
But many are awhile of the obvious.
Although, we might not  like the question.
Let alone the answer.

So we avoid harsh subjects.
Cause of hurt feelings.
It's almost like asking a cheater why they cheated?

A good chance, you'll never get the right answer.
For it hurts to come forth with the truth.

In the East, the sun luminously gleamed
And bid the nebulous vapors fly
Changing the gloom into radiant blaze
Cheering the languid drowsy sky

Lying in bed, I looked around,
Saw my room so cozily set
With things just enough to make it fit
For a sweet haven for me to rest

Each little thing in it began to muse
In a language discernible for me to grasp
Of the secret of success so elusive to man
Which striving to catch, oft slips off his clasp

The clock ticking away at the wall
Alerted in a tone of rhythmic resonance
That ‘each minute is precious and dear’
And not to waste it in trifling appurtenance

While the ceiling fan, spiraling above
Discreetly hummed, “Be cool and do not fret”
The open window, to me did urge
To ‘look out far and watch the world in beat’

The mirror neatly fitted on my bureau
With a gleaming countenance beckoned me
Asking me to ‘reflect’, ere venturing into anything
That from fatal fallacies, I shall ever be free

The calendar hanging inside the room
Reminded me not to lag or put off things
But keep my assignments and learning up to date
That to great heights, I can soar on wings

And the woolly carpet gently mused;
“Bend your knees and kneel down to pray
With a heart copiously filled in gratitude
Before a God who didn’t leave you aimless to stray"

With such counsel, silent and salient
Got out of my bed with resolutions profound
To greet the morning and start the day
In greater zest with a mind, saner and sound