You are like a steep mountain
Those with gait disorder do fall
You promise and then disappoint without care
Give me the reason I must trust you
So long, I am scared of you
You got galaxy of victims in this world
Wounded in their spirits with broken hearts
At first you were their hearts desire
Today you are the weapon that left them in demise
You are created as a beautiful blessing
But now you are a scary curse
No one does not feel you yet fear you
You are a cruel liar
Your great happiness is just myth
Nobody taste the truth in you
You always fail dismally with distinction
I feel sorry for those loving you
You are a heartless cheater
Many lost their names seeking for you
You taught some to hate
Others witness loneliness in your company
Give me the reason to trust you
For now, I feel, I fall mostly I feel you
I wear a mask that keeps smiling when the tears want to roll like a river down my face. I keep breathng though my herat is broken. I keep praying though i may have lost my faith. My house is full but I am alone. I long for a love that no longer exists.
Here in violence and in beauty, living under the same moon
The beauty is so ancient, but the present violence here consumes
On one hand Afghanistan is all that it appears
Insurgents here are so deadly; through the land they spread fear
But a turn of that coin, would reveal a much different side
A land which contested the Great Alexander, and ruled by Shahs with pride
With its mighty Hindu Kush, and many rivers at hand
The graveyard of countless empires, its resistance that spans
The brave here fight hard, a fierce gamble, with their inheritance of wealth
Battling the Taliban with an opulence of old grit, using the hands they were dealt
Keeping Kandahar, Herat, Mazar-i Sharif, and the capital -Kabul
Free from tyrannical domination, oppressed by Taliban rule
I’m in awe of these courageous Afghans, this country has come far
This is the Afghanistan which I see, who else will share where they are?
This poem was inspired by "Under The Same Moon" a three way collaboration by Poet Destroyer A, Chris D.Aechtner, and NIKKO P..
Written DEC 2013 in Afghanistan
I found your eyes so randomly,
your face did not exist
No waist to place my arms around,
no lips for me to kiss
No hair to lose my fingers in,
nor ear to whisper sweet
No one to hide within my heart,
to fall in love so deep
Your image I saw by happenstance,
a beautiful vision to see
You held me there with just a look,
as you stared back at me
Your eyes, those lips, that lovely face,
my feelings are all for not
For you are more than a world away,
my beauty from Herat
Herat (Herr-Rot) is both an Afghan city and province. Herat City is the capital
of Herat Province located in the western portion of Afghanistan.
Written in Afghanistan -May 2013
Around again begin
With sights remembered,
Visionary romances continued
As Forever slumbers.
Cupid shot my heart
with a golden dart
That moment I saw you,
Solidifed dreams
you became
When it was I knew your name
The sense betwen us grew,
Your hand in mine
a wish fullfilled
Poems in time are said,
Many thoughts from my herat spilled
And enthused my head,
Passing down the lanes and streets,
Looking in the eyes I meet,
Hardly do I feel a flash
Of something that I want to last,
As I do with you.
BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE....LIKE GLITER YOU SPARKLE.... IMAGES MERGE FROM THE WAY THAT YOU BLUSH THOUGH WHEN YOU SMILE I OVERSTAND YOUR ESSENCE... YOU'RE LIKE A CUT ON A DIAMOND, YET MORE PRECIOUS THEN THE CUT,YOUR VOLUPTUOUS CURVES MESMERIZE THE ATOMIC ME/ YOU CONQUR THE MEANING OF BEAUTY... SHARE WITH ME YOUR STRENGTH FOR WE WILL BE IMMORTAL TOGETHER THUS WITHOUT YOU THE EARTH WOULD BE BARREN WITHOUT FERTILITY..... YOUVE CAPTIVATED MY SOUL BY THE WAY THAT YOU SPEAK/EMOTIONS SHOWER ME LIKE RAIN ON A SUMMER DAY FOR THE WAY THAT YOU GAZE AT ME WARMS MY FLESH WHILE MY HERAT ANTICIPATE ANOTHER MOTIONLESS BEAT...I ADORE YOU.....JUST ALLOW ME TO CHERISH THE MOMENTS WE SHARE SO THAT I MAY DIE WITHIN YOUR HEART AND BE BURIED WITHIN YOUR OWN SOUL FOREVER....SO INTO YOU..A LADY ALL ABOUT YOU....CGS
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