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Walking Corpse

A man does not die because 
there is no ether
A man does not die because there is 
no life
A man does die unless his soul wills
A man only dies when he forgets to 
live.
For death of flesh is no death
But when a man's soul does,he dies.


For the number of years,men crave 
for
Does not count us life,years are 
meaningless
What counts is how much life where 
in it
For to die for what one stands for is 
honour
To die for your dreams and believes 
is joy
If a man died for these reasons let it 
be ok


For he died not in loss, nor in vain
Let it be heard then that men died
A death of gain,a death of choice
A death of dreams realised
A death of no fears no regrets
For he has lived life.

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A Quest For Life

I gazed at these starry skies and they gazed back
My gaze wonders on; across vast emptiness.
Like a wanderer, I am lost in the void of it's vastness 
No much like a newly born babe
For I searched and yet I searched not.

My soul is as a chilly wind, that blows through the icy desert nights.
I am but some lost pilgrim
On the journey for inner peace.
I fear the insatiable thirst of my mortal soul
Damned by the evil of greedy men
Is it peace that I seek or redemption? 

I feel the skies emptiness whence I gazed
I hunger for piety, I hunger for redemption.
Why am I damned for the crimes of another?
I have drunk of the strongest of wine
I have drunk of the fountain whence cometh knowledge
Yet the anguish lingers on.

I have tasted all knowledge
Both sweet and sour
I am the essence of a dying star
I am the brilliance of a lost grace
I am a man with a purpose , one on a quest for life.

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Christmas Eve

This night is different, a night of adventure
This night is quiet, the sky falls in bits
Like stars, but chilly,white and fluffy.
Homes lit up as the hearth lights with enthusiasm

The chimney roars with excitment,this night
Awaiting that special guest of the night
Children stare with anxiety through the frosty glass
Waiting to hear the roof sing, of his arrival

Yet again the night draws near,sleep calls.
As if nature apprehends his wishes
Spirits grow dull and the eyes heavy
We have drank of a spell deeper than hogwarts
Morn comes with new stories yet untold.

We missed him again, like always
But not the gifts he brings along
Such joy and merry they make,in the heart
As they sing those words,''It's christmas''
Making jolly under the tree.

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Slavery

In the darks of yonder
              Thine eyes like bats
               Blinded by vanity
               Vanity of thine fathers
               Savages we become
               Deep within thy dungeons
         
               Brothers we become
               Dreams of freedom we see
               Freedom not of chains down
               Freedom for respect of lifes
               Freedom is all we sing
               Freedom is all we seek
              
               In a land strange to ye
               Animals ye become
               The whip is thy language
               Torture thy comrade
               Death becomes order of the day
               Sleep is thine mothers.

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Nightmare

The night seems younger,rather cold
 More stale than it's whispering blows
 I quiver,I shiver, I'm all stiffened up
 Under horrors of a withering emotion.

 A wandering heart lays tangled,rather trapped
 Among the thorns and claws
 Of thy rosy heart
 My heart races on, I bleed.

 Bleeding to my date out of hate
 I am alone in thy misery pains
 You wound,You hurt but I know
 Can there be love and no pains?

 I hear a certain call on winds
 Telling a tale of an untold love.
 I feel thy lingering presence
 Strangling the very soul of the lover you loved?

 I wish myself as one richer of faith,of hope.
 If there be a world where love knows no age
 There be a place where youth knows no date,
 There shall I await thy wandering soul
 There shall love's root grow deep once again.

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Sonnet 1

Lost to a stream void of stars,I in emptiness
 Behold myself as a relic cast beneath earth.
 The fool's tradition is to unearth,
 The warden has lost keep to love's pest
 Let the morn star stay vigil for time past.
 The fields are rosary black, they shall sing no more
 Are they struck by Hades and I cupid?
 Such as speak like men who never loved.
 Indeed devils are they who shroud love in laws
 Is love one's folly for that a man.
 From the heavens my judgment comes
 On an iron throne she looks at they in disdain
 Love is guiltless so let them free she spoke
 To depths with thy laws, not today for I'm no captive.

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The Wanderer

One day I scribbled
Letters dear to me upon dust
A name more precious than gems and diamonds
Resting in timeless fortune.

Then came storms of wind
Erasing my precious with fortunes of dust
Which glitter gold in rays of gold.
I wrote a second with life

Again,I scribbled her name upon
Them in blood,pure as love.
Came those winds in mockery
As they made prey mine pains.

Victor assay harder she echoed
I languished as dust speckled red
Balm as love  flows through the veins
Deaf heaven sang a new song

Wan grew they under my feet
At the rise of a victor 
Conquered all but a tender warrior
A name in a heart,a name among stars.

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Sight

To the artist,such beauty art is
To the farmer,beauty is growth
Diversity to nature, is true beauty
To the musician,music is beauty.

In reality,beauty lies in everything
Not all are meant to see it
Only few are born to see it
Only few realise the beauty in others
Everyone has a beauty to see.

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Childhood

Once more a life is welcomed
               At a time when all is wrong
               Families at war with each other
               Hunger is anthem
               Life seems harsh,life seems cruel

              Mom looks pale, a spark is missen
              What a load I had been,a burden I was
              Yet my arrival soothes it all
              That tiny smile brought back life
               That laughter healed wounds.