Long Mummify Poems

On the day that I stop writing with passion, on the day when you see my name and it does'nt provoke an attraction, and on the day when I write a script to your disatisfaction,...

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The Needle’s House
 Waiting For the Third Time Out
 Arabic Poem by: Salah Hassan *
 Translated into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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Between me and me there is a civil war!
 It’s my war...

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...So why do we keep ghosts in here
when by the day many folks die?
Well, you see, it’s technology,
it tears them apart from the inside.
Since they are merely energy
all the fields from our gadgets and toys
scatter...

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Apostle Matthew encountered... 
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire

Written September ninth, 
two thousand and twenty one.
Reposted exactly three years later.

Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality...

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Apostle Matthew encountered... 
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire

Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality Disorder).

Wiccan up to mystical alien way
I raptly listened as she didst...

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Strange faces facing stranger...faces once familiar,
once borrowed time from the wholesaler....with the retailer....
shared time and places similar....attention meaning superior,
where is that space today?...emoticon nowadays?...expressions moved on,
where is that face today?....concoction nowadays?...eyes carried on,
where is thy...

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"The Padded Soft Cell" 

Here they cover their mirrors
with garlands of poésies
to stop billabong reflections 
pooling through

the inmates 
congratulate each other
walking in slow dervish circles
Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals

Anti-clockwise, 
I told them to change channels
when words...

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Anubis waits before the gates of hell,
To mummify your morbid love entombed…
With sustenance a sanguinary smell,
Despondent demonic desires consumed…

An enslaved eternal epitaph lies,
Love captured in a pernicious prison…
A cancerous confined in its chastise,
Within a duality...

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A black widow spider spins a silk thread
into a near-transparent dream catcher;
filling her with joy and her meals with dread.

A very cunning, deadly flycatcher
ready to pounce and mummify her food;
she lies in wait like a...

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Blood is life, today
          Blood is life ,tomorrow
                    Blood in his body, 
Yooh! - in animals, 
Why not in the trees?
Haha, haha, haha!
Trees live too...yooh!
Fish swimming,  breath into the water, 
Man can't , death, comes...

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