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Categories:
curare, allegory, suicide,
Form: Lyric
Risus. Curate. Doloris.
Laughter. Heals. Pain.
Risus Curare Doloris!
Queen of Sorrows!
You cure my pain!
When I am mere mortal without a name.
You have me hope,
Yet you give me know name?
So I choke down the laughter
To take away the pain!
I laugh at my own insecurities
Without nothing to gain.
Such a Sweet Angel Lady
To feel such pain!
To laugh at my impurities
Locked within my brain.
I’ve questioned my sanity,
Yet you hug me readily,
As if my only purpose was to love...
I’ve come from nothing, asking nothing,
For I am am just another insecure, insignificant, bug!
But such a dear heart, beautiful Queen heart of sorrows!
You are still able to laugh!
Through such incomprehensible sorrows!
If one could only ask to borrow, such strength, dignity and
Sweet grace, to make it unto tomorrow.
Laughter heals us through the pain,
It make one heartless want to feel love again!
With just enough love to laugh at our Sweet and innocent
Sorrows!
With just enough love, to feel at peace,
So I can put on a brave Smile and face Tomorrow!!!
Categories:
curare, angel, faith, inspirational love,
Form: Carpe Diem
you did not
Cupid shoot
an arrow and
as if planned
hit the bull's
eye of my
heart
you didn't use
curare or any
poisonous
frog's blood
to drug or
make me
fall
in love
but now
my heart
burns with
an ache that
no remedy can
take you away or
ease relief
of acid
not a
flash
back
but like
anti acid
in an opposite
world where
Antacid Man
is a super
hero that
can
do
everything
i wouldn't
do such as
moving and
removing
twisting
and
turning that
which wasn't
shot in his
heart but
his foot
instead
puncturing
him to
mistakingly
not punctuate
"What's this thing
called
love?"
but
"What's this
thing called love?"
never knowing
what i know
in my
opposite
universe
Categories:
curare, muse,
Form: I do not know?
No need to use curare in today's fight
Magton or nuclear weapon is enough to take lives away from world's sight
For them, it is only a test of bombs or nuclear weapon
But innocent lives taste the taste of death
Their culmination of exploitation is for wealth or popularity
By all these they do not feel culpable, but they have stupidity
They debar themselves away from the effects of nuclear test
Nuclear explosion of test makes the environment worst
Only test is disturbing so much ecosystem and human life
So just imagine what would be the future with nuclear drive
God knows how much budget is spent in nuclear research
While many are dying with starvation and poor health care for life search
Radioactive materials are used in bombs and nuclear weapon production
Radiation is emitted in the process of production
God knows what would be the consequences of these calamities
Are these loyal to common life or infidelities?
It is said that weapons are made for human safety
but what is the use of such safety which makes the world gusty
Categories:
curare, death, natural disasters, war,
Form: ABC