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WHAT WENT WRONG

In twilight,
the noose tightens-
and shadows start walking
towards you; to reclaim
your anonymity-
and declare in deadpan manner:
the author is dead.

Your smallness goes
on sale. You are subjected
to scrutiny by the small print, but
the truth escapes from lidless eyes.

A private punishment.
There was blood on the knife.
Why did you write a
sanguinary poem for your savior today ?


Satish Verma


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Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



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What Fear Fed On

Fear
The venom that rains
Got you
Drowning
In the desert
And a spirit
Weak in brevity
Strong but unbelieving
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

Society cuts
Flying wings
As to drain
The courageous soul
Of its hope
And then
People die
Rich with power
Power they never used
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

I see plain pain
In your eyes
Hurt laughing at you
You’re afraid
To ever love again
Because your past
Caused you wounds
So you walk agape
Running
In a cold escape
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

I see your dried tears
Inscribed
On your broken face
But a determination
You’ve been robbed of
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

So will you
Forever sulk
Forever your conscience bulk
In a pessimist bask?

Or will you
Your mantle take
And fear forever shake
For you live dead
When fear drives your head

That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you


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can i say something about love

can i say something about love
my human rights to say about love

searched out dictionaries for definition of love
but didn't find any particular definition of love

as i go,go further at internet for love
this time finds,finds complexity of love

friends,don't find general rule for love
law can be obeyed,how can be love

general rule should be obeyd for love
please replacesthe word law with love

as i find in different cultures to love
find kindness,scarifice,and generosity to love

amiee style of love different in love 
get any reward in love,not fair for love


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FARTHER AWAY

To disconnect oneself
you push apart, from the stasis,
like flesh from the bones.
Coming home becomes dreadful
when you discover yourself.

A dark energy impels you
in a cosmos which was drifting
towards eternity. A fight between
space & time ultimately settles
for a second life.

Paralysed mind goes into dementia.
A riverbed, waterless, where you can dig out
the ancient marbles, edifice of a great flaming past.
It was obscene. At a hunger meet
tables were set with delicious cuisine.


SATISH VERMA


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ART!!!

art fart mart cart eart yart nart

part oart lart hart gart qart xart

bart zart kart jart rart vart tart

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bads;lkgjl;fdaskfl;klkldjlkfadl ldkfjal;ks dfl, everybody wants to talk everybody wants to jive everybody wants a 
hand-shake or a high-five!



da da da da da da da da da da da da da da daaaaaaa!!!!
Thats all folks!!!


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FORGETTING

What was about this face ?
Between mirage and actuality ?
A fireball was coming towards you.
You upturn the underside, 
wanted to taste the blood
and get argasm.
The statues were posing nude.

Mothers were clad in leaves.
Fruits were the greed of man.
I refuse to lie in state. The
sand grains will find the innocence
of silver breasts when sky will
spat a murder. Were you ready
now to become corrupt ?

At last the beginners are now
becoming the boots.


Satish Verma


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THE CLOSED WINDOW

    When-
you were taking lovers, 
a tunnel collapsed.


         *

    The vision 
rolls back. The moon 
releases the dark secrets.

          *

    A collaborator 
gives in. The street spreads 
    the names.



Satish Verma


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above pain

Above pain

Quote;
He has been stepped on
He has been hated on
But he still stands and rises above pain
Wars came, left relatives dead
He cried, he trembled
But he still stands
Once regretted his birth
Once thought of taking his life.
Thunder strikes and that’s enough
To make him gain strength
To aim higher and rise above pain
He is now rising above pain
Trying everything to clean his brain

If he was created in God’s image?
Why can’t God take care of His image?
Questions he couldn’t find answers to
Friends all gone,
The only family he has ever known
Streets become his home,
Starving to death,
Could not hold his breath
But still standing strong
And promises to rise above pain..
                                                       By, ino29









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racism

sometime i work so hard
but a kind of ppl make it bad
thats make me feel so deep sad
you know i just laugh on dm laud 

some of dm think they'r British
shit weak up ur just like a bitch 
u can't handle it so u just scratch
ur self cuz u losz ur dream nd u can't  catch


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trust yourself

trust yourself !
and don't fall down
trust yourself!
and you will be happy
trust yourself!
and be yourself
be yourself!
and be happy who you are
be happy!
and you will grow wings and fly
fly!
fly to your dream
dream!
of something big


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Beast



Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Kadell


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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


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TOUSLING

Sighting the plankton,
it was the moondown 
entry, of heron 
in the lake.

*

Flawless, a big fish 
eats the small fish. 
It was not a 
faux pas.

*

The animalism 
outreaches. Would you 
now go for a 
favourite deity ?


Satish Verma


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weakness in his strength

“WEAKNESS IN HIS STRENGTH”

Quote;
Weakness in his strength
Born by hatred and raised by anger
He felt like his life was hangin on a hanger
Poor little one,
People loved his dad, but to him he was dead
Happiness.
His dad’s name, in his senses
Covered by memories
And surrounded by sadness
He said he had seen the worst
But he is not the first
He had failure as his big brother
Hatred kept near them as their mother
He thanked God for every breath
But could not find the weakness in his strength

The weakness in his strength
Poor little one, with his
Weakness in his strength

Lights looked bright to others but to him
They looked deem
Funeral for his mother…
Dead and gone was Mrs. Hatred
That’s the moment he forgot about hate and
Decided to move in with dad,
Living Mr. Anger alone which left him mad
Success, a beautiful lady his dad 
Started dating last weak
She was introduced to him
But still felt weak
Education, who she met at school and changed his life
Who she later made his wife
Had to hire a babysitter by the name of health
After having a baby who they named wealth.

The weakness in his strength
Weakness in his strength 
Started facing death.
                                                                                                           Written by,
                                                                                                            Ino29
   



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i can not play many game

i can't play many game
that's make me feel blame
cuz i work on ma dream 
so i can't give ya m name

listen if u want understand
life it's not a small stupid land
to create some lil crappy band
so dont give up cuz its not d end


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THE JUNGLE RULES

Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed
its course furiously. The wave climbers
abseiled from a lethal boat

to wipe out the beach memory. Timeline 
sneaked to put the blood signature
of a cult on the glass shards.

A biosynthesis starts for tadpoles
destroying the infrastructure of the species.
Yolk sacs were emply. New borns
were turning into snakes.

Enemy swept across the land. Deers
were being released for the panthers.
The boundary was only meant for the victims.
The metamorphosis was complete.


SATISH VERMA


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SELENA GOMEZ

Sensational
Easygoing
Laid back
Entertaining
Natural
Admirable

Genuine
Original
Marvelous
Electrified
Zealous


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LIFE IN GRAMMAR'S WAY

              let today be the present tense.
              yesterday be the past tense.
              tomorrow be the future tense.

              let we be the parts of speech.
              you are the noun there,
              i am your verb,
              you can make the pronoun to talk about the noun,
              adverb can't stand without verb,
              let adjective be verb which qualifies the noun,
              noun you can have the company of preposition,
              conjunction shouldn't come between us,
              by seeing you i became interjection.

              let your surroundings be the sentence.
              you be the subject.
              make your life verb.
              make use of object,
              you and you only be the complement.
              don't adjust and go and become adjunct.

              don't listen the idioms of some idiots.
              we don't want to be homophones.
 
              you are the main clause.
              i'm your subordinate clause.
              without main subordinate cant.,
              this is life. enjoy it in grammar's way.....
       



            


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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you


just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence





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I Shall Rise

I SHALL RISE

Who said that when you dust me off?
i will not collect my eddys and build a turbulent of rise,
who said when you cough me away?
i wont splutter my scent of my spit onto your hand
who said when am dehydrating in desert of loneliness?
i will fade away before i see the oasis of hope,
i shall rise, and rise from smoke of beauty
filled with antidotes of jolly and strength,
i shall rise like little warm vapors
with warmth of glory and step a head,
i shall rise like high fly eagle
that perceives a prey on his acme
i shall rise  as tall as mount Everest
and cool my anger with coolant  of ambition as my strength
i shall rise because your mockery is my pillar of my rising
i shall rise to tell mother nature am not that clone you mold of me
i shall rise,'coz rising is what can shut me down,
i shall rise,'coz sky is not my limit


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Thoughts on California's drought

Thoughts on California's drought

The palpitations in this wash basin 
Do not belong to the wind or the sky, 
Or even the sea
They are the eager feet of children 
Surveying and searching the 
Scorned  land for 
Foxtails and lady bugs. 
The color is washing away
From the memories of this artist
Now he sketches children 
Because it reminds him 
Of hope. 


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Family love

How popular and loved are you? 
I'm not talking the passed by wanna be's,                                    
or those who give you hugs when they see you.                      
              
Forget about the ones who call themselves your friends,         
while they texted you once in the past seven days if they even tex ted.                                                
You have more than thousand friends on facebook even more twitter followers,                         
how many can you call when you out of bread,                             
forget about the taxi fee when the month is dark.                                               
How many who actually follow you in real life,                                 
forget about those you bbm and send your naked pictures to,                                                      
how many who whatsapp you, 
facebook you without seeing your status updates?                        
forgive me if I'm being paranoid or insensitive.    
they say you are the twerleb, a celeb that is dating Caleb 
but what we see, self hate human being, who post selfies
that  describe the life would you desire.
They say your tweet said " clubbing tonight"
while you were busy cutting yourself under the bed today.  
                                                              
Your friends used to be, 
are posting picture of their families, 
some selfies of their resent boyfriends named Tim,               
and you still busy posting edited jokes about people,                     
how lonely can it get?                
How lonely are you?                          
Maybe you don't need any of that, 
maybe all you need is family love,  
I may not be the smartest, 

but I have shoulders to give, 
I have tissues to wipe away your tears, 
because I am your family.
we are here for you


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Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

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My Own Superman

I thought of myself as a damsel in distress,
As someone who needed saving,
And as I fell deeper and deeper I wondered who would catch me.
Time passed and as I fell I saw a sliver of light,
I tore back the paper and realized I could fight my own fight.
I could save myself.
I don’t need superman to sweep me off my feet,
I just need me.
Because ‘ME’ is who I want to be and ‘ME’ wants to be free,
And how can I be free if I keep expecting someone else to save me?
I don’t need a man.
I don’t need to hold your hand.
I don’t need you to help me stand.
I CAN wear the cape,
I CAN rock the tights,
I CAN fly.
I CAN do it ALL,
As long as I remember,
I’m not the damsel in distress,
I don’t need you to catch my fall,
I CAN do it all.


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The woman of my heart

Neutrality in your colour seduces me and overwhelms my pride. Originality in your words attracts me and drives my senses to you. Prenuptial agreement, I must sign, without delay. Quest no more! You are my type of girl. You are with no doubt the woman of my heart


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sit high, feel low

Sit high, 
Feel low,  
Stars of dust,
That's how I know.

I have confirmation, 
Of my form that is,
Now sit back, 
And observe me live.

My money is breathle$$,
My wage is short,
But my emotion is torn,
And my throne is half court.

See,
You may not understand,
If you don't know your surroundings,
This is my land, and this is your land. 

I've changed lives, 
And hung on,
Wow,
Is what they should call me,  from now on. 

Can't poverty and disgust,
Replace your value,
Or is your mind,
Unable to tell how to,
Jump boundaries,
from half court, 
Rule a nation,
And still love them without their support.

It's the strength in our numbers,
Cash in our name, 
The love of our talents,
And the power within chains.


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UNITY IN CULTURAL DIVERSITY

The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry 
But we marry with bride price and huge dowry.
Cut the man"s hair low, short to remind him That
Marriage is never a bed of roses therefore he must look
After our pride, princess, prestigious priceless pretty queen 
Who must painstakingly bear his name abandoning her 
Humble background and journey with him amidst roses and bullets.
They wear buba and agbada in an architectural design
Darshiki from the north domain whilst we wear Ukwu george    
They plate shoku, koroba and kpatawo and make beads round their neck
Igbo speak, yoruba frown, hausa dance, itskiri watch
Kanuri laugh, Ebira smile, Nupe point, Tiv demonstrate Fulani pick.
Idoma cry, Awori cry, Efik console, Ibibio comfort
Yet Unity we stand despite the cultural diversity.
One for all, all for one, we stand.
Bound to the humble land in hundred fold
Relevant is our culture and tradition 
In defend shall we die and perish for our 
Precious country.


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Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil