When your Hand came by, felt like lingering tie...
,,Sigh", knew it would die high in the sky.
Cause even the love you had for the body (my) you made,
was betrayed into hate, left me moody into flade, felt disgusting every 30 hours I awaked.
But though that, the sorry I snaked, filled with shade I hoped briefly when you explore, you won't talk backs and think like attacks, but still think good of me, cause i would never be like she.
AWAY ON A MISSION, NO COMFORTS OR TREATS.
THE PLANE WAS MY HOME AND HAVEN OF REST.
NO STORM OR TURBULENCE THROUGHOUT MY FLIGHT,
BUT SUCH STILLNESS AND CALM.
A PEACE AND POISE SWEPT OVER ME.
MY SLEEP WAS PEACEFUL; WE ZIPPED THROUGH THE AIR.
THE PLANE TOUCHED DOWN, AND THE LANDING WAS GREAT.
I AWAKED FROM SLEEP; RESTED, AND FREE.
SO GREATLY BLESSED, I'M READY TO WORK.
I'M FEELING FULFILLED, GRATEFUL, AND LOVED.
THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR OUR LOVE TO GIVE.
LET US GIVE OF OURSELVES TIL THE DAY IS DONE.
The whistle blew, signalling the start of my journey,
Aboard the train, my degree and future bright and blurry.
3000 km to travel, 30 hours to spend,
I settled in, ready for the adventure to begin.
I put my bags down, beneath my seat,
Letting myself rest, my eyes to meet.
But fate had other plans, for I was soon awaked,
By strangers, who in my native language spoke.
They talked to me, and I was all alone,
But their kindness and warmth, I'd soon know.
They gave me sweets and showed me the way,
To pray to Allah, the only merciful, they'd say.
We prayed between the seats, cramped and tight
, But their sincerity, made everything right.
They took me in, and showed me the way,
To Allah, they led me, with love and grace.
They were like angels, sent to guide,
My heart was filled with love, my soul purified.
In that moment, I found my repentance,
Thanks to these strangers, Allah's holy message.
May we all find such moments of grace,
And be led to Allah, in this life's race.
For in the end, it's love and devotion,
That bring us true satisfaction and salvation.
There is something in my life when night comes my mind.
Before the moon gives reign to the ruling sun, I'm awaked by the crooning of a lover. Not for me does he sing, for he seeks a mate. It's those tranquil moments I treasure, when through my open my window I hear his voice. Sweet love songs in the silence before the waking of dawn beguile me as the world still dreams in slumber. I'm filled with inner peace and a sense of hope. While listening to his dulcet tune, sometimes I pretend his songs are for me. If I had wings I would answer his call with a melody of my own.
avian crooning
lavender sky of morning ~
melodies at dawn
February 24, 2023
It Means a Lot to Me Contest
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This world came into being without these ladies and gentlemen consent.So the
Global Village in relation to all nations.As floating avenue to interact with each other made comfort the system of online any time,anywhere to reach.Text messages and e-mails set to keep the occupants alway awaked.Still,this media
found a dumbed like Dead Sea without any emotions to express.The emojis born out of minds of a few and to let walk over the air to make sense in the form of a silent language to make people primarily to smile,a blessed sense reserved only to human of all lives and to walk the talk “Silence is golden”.
In a damp, dark cave
With her twisted evil laugh
She has help from all her slaves
As She practices her craft
She takes an eye of newt
Purees it with a frog
Throws in, a leather boot
And a few hairs from a dog
She speaks an incantation
And I'm awaked from the dead
Then pours this distillation
In a bowl, that's by the bread
You'd think she'd used a spell
'Cause I obey her like a fool
And grab my books and lunch box
As she sends me off to school
Earth around me felt the lightning
Trees trembled, their new leaves bravely hanging on
Wildflowers, innocence awaked in beauty
Shined their light in gratitide
Ground mice, dodging the strike
Sought warmth in familiar covens
My hand, my own hand, part of the earth
Stroked the grasses within reach
The air filled my nostrils with a sense of humid calm
Far more peaceful than any law, manmade
Far more peaceful
Than any law
...Manmade
03/22/13
Cocooned beneath warm silky bedding
Soundly nestled in dream’s quiet moment
Neither purged from silence nor the chatter of an awaked world
My soul engulfed- now doth begin the teetering dream
Whither I am smiling or running- tumbling or soaring
Erupts the moment of a rattling bell
My dreams flee like sparks from a roaring fire
morning’s pains seemingly swell as a title wave
As senses hinge between dream and reality
First sitting-than standing
I binge- begging then beseeching in recollecting the tilted dream now slipping
Trying to summon its phenomenon, its question, the mystery, the implied sensations
All the while reaching to turn off the rattling of reality
Do I awake to the noise of a new day
Angerly have I forgotten all.
It Was Something Like A Dream
now its all a movie scene
im crying late at night
for reasons
that couldn't be.
It Was Something Like A Dream
cause it wasn't real yett.
I feel like superman
so put that "S" on my chest
and flying through the sky
that would be my first test.
Tell my girl I said goodbye
but don't you let her cry yett.
It Was Something Like A Dream
until the day that I awaked.
My body is feeling moist
like some frosting on the cake.
I can swim in the ocean
i can float in a lake.
It Was Something Like A Dream
until I had my first kiss
in the middle of my class
it was really hard to miss.
This good love was going fast
then it sunk like a ship.
My lover was so sweet
you can call her fun dip
but no matter what you do
it will always be a dream.
Her beauty glows like the moon
thats exactly how it seems.
He is our savior.
He heald and he saved.
He died on the cross.
Then he awaked.
The Man on The Sidewalk
Rushed out by hurried passers into the mid-day sun,
I notice the bright blue sky over me; so blue indeed!
I turn the corner and notice a man lying down,
Huddled and wrapped in a soil torn blanket.
My heart is engulfed by a dark phantom cloud,
My mind fills with questions of whom, how, and why.
There's no hint of his past only a shadowed being,
Should I wake him? Only to find his old buried woes.
Is it too late to save even himself? Question haunts me.
bending over, I try to slip him some lunch money.
Someone in the crowd yells, 'He's a lost cause, sir',
Awaked the man opens his wide tired blue eyes,
Yet, they are as blue as the sky's and more so.
His long tangled beard reveals a kind smile,
I place the wrinkled dollars into his yellowed hand,
Smiling back,I walk away speechless.
Oaken Necklace Shorn to Fold
silver berries diced by long panned gold
light the way to days of old
racial memories reawaked
twist and roll as thirst is slaked
with honey mead
the druid wakes to tell the elders what he's dreamed
This younger man with hair so white
Has slipped and slithered thru the night
That waits us all in mortal thread
To watch the dragons and the stones
now nothing more than buried bones
But once they ruled and once they flew
And others walked when time was new
Now druids tell us things they know
From tiny shards of mistletoe
And chancy dreams awaked by bees
Gesture in her sound,
Pleasure in her mind,
She awaked with the little hope,
she scrambled down when the day come
with the fear of stage.
Unexplored talent remain inside
just because of a small cage.
Eyes of them
made her to remain behind the doors.
But,
Soon someone was coming from these doors,
Brightness was there in her eyes
when,
she heard his little voice.
And her talent swerved towards the pages.
Yet another day ;
Persuade was there,
But
she had to limped again.
Her dreams were seized.
And,
tears was there in waiting eyes……
he looked those tears
and got the fame
the very next moment.
With the smile,
she felicitate her own boy.
Her desire was there in his voice,
Her pleasure was there in her pen.
But, self seeking
he forgotten his own mother.
And
Soon her desire left her alone
But pleasure was there till her last moment.
She never expressed her feeling
as the fear to loose all her worth.
In her story;
Last word swept away by the tears
Of those forbidden eyes……