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Nguper Amang Poem
Sacrified,
Crucified,
justified,
satisfied.......
Is
that
not?
Evry
one
is
holy,
upright,
perfect.....
Guiltless-
what
else.
Love
becomes
lust,
help
becomes
hope.
No
one
satisfied.
If
not,
why
do
i
hunger
for
hunger,
why
sadness
and
anger.
Why
are
my
what
i
am?
Why?
The
tempest,
heat,snow,
earthquake,
vagabond....
Why
this
vanity
that
hug
my
imagination,
why
not
take
this
moutain
off
my
mind,
mental
surges.....
Weaken
strenght,
all
in
all;
writing
is
also
a
mad
brag
within
me,
not
satisfied.
I
confuse
not
just
others
but
mine
self
too.
Why?
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How can I say
the truth, no way!
Suffering and smiling,
Mentality is what i milling
and the help hand heralds rumor
Let someone ask me why i murmur
Ben Bruce tell me this, is it hypocrisy?
Why not tell the house this is not democracy.
Why donate you this prank, this peg for a plate,
Why can’t it be upon a time in this our slave slate?
They say Harry d’Bull is a God’s good man, let him
know that it is still dusk is still dark, dusty and more dim
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Atlas,
between
caves
encode
figure.
Gifted....,
holed
in
jungles....
Kite
land
man
'nd
named.
Opps
pin
questions
rising
sent
the
unsent.
Victory,
whatever!
Xmas,
yes
z.
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Like a sword
you stole into my fold,
Now tell me; tell me about us?
Do you think about us?
dissolved my heart,
absolved my hurt
Tell me, my love, about us
tell me about us?
softies sweet
and at doorstep of your heart; my feet.
Tell me; my love, about us?
Tell me about us?
And now that you’ve lose your wrap
what do I expect if not a stab.
Now tell me; tell me about us?
Do you think about us?
i am the one who trawls,
coming to you on crawls.
Now tell me; tell me about us?
Do you think about us?
heard your call
and though the wall
hide all about us?
just tell what you think about us?
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I am not moved a mused
neither have i an excuse
to be confused....
Only filling my fuse.
Patiently. Patient...
i wait a client
all this make-up but just ingredients
the real me is a valiant.
But tonight, i forward the seal
of my appeal
so if u can dare my plea
have mercy ON MY meal.
on my kneels
i can feel
love me, but do not rape...
have me, without your blade.
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Sin
is
sweet
sin
on
street
sin
in
the
closet
sin
at
sunset
sin
in
the
noon
lost
a
silverspoon.
Chairs,
benches,Tables-
all
a
fable.
Sit,
relax,
rest.
Saint
is
not
at
best
the
poor
and
rich
have
to
justitify
reach.
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They
said
that
some
body
lied,
but
no.
The
garden
of
Eden
is
a
proof,
too
the
ark
of
Noah
still
on
the
summit
beyound
mans
limit.
They
said
that
there
is
no
God,
no
one
created
heaven
and
earth.
Truely,
truely
i
tell
you
they
lie.
That
the
word
came
out
of
nothing,
they
lie.
Has
the
name
ever
failed?
have
the
word
ever
lied?
Tell
me
yes
if
you
are
innocent.
Pls,
tell
them
nobody
lied,
yet
some
body
lie
when
God
doesn't
make
sense.
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