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Do not discard my letters you fool
If you refuse to show them to your lover
Then study them in solitude,
Meditate upon my words,
You'll see I do not seek to pry her from your hands
I only wish for you to comprehend what you have
I have described her features in a way no other mortal can
I've drawn maps of the ways to her heart,
Yes, there's more than one
Be more prudent than I was
Heed my words and treat your angel right
Be just, compassionate and patient with her,
Listen to her!
There's more wisdom in my other letters
Prevail where your predecessor failed.
Do not think me noble though,
For if you let her slip,
I'll catch her in haste
And I shan't repeat my mistakes twice,
She'll be mine till the end of time.
Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid birthed from my own fruit. Implant within me a seed; let the feral roots ensnare it, suffocating my every breath and cell until it ruptures--obliterated within my frail and aching tree. It be destined to return but stripped of the avant-garde its predecessor once possessed. Implant within me a seed; it’ll part for months, leaving my psych mangled as blood seeps through trypophobic perforations crafted solely by its hand. The seed, thriving as I decay, renders its final blow the day we die. Implant within me a seed; force it into a sanctum where it does not belong, and let fate, warped and distorted, contort my marred soul. That which I once refused to acknowledge shall now delude my senses, forcing me to reach for those who feel not love but only pity for my aberrant roots. Implant within me a seed; let me perish within its absence, yet perpetually suffer under its presence. Wound me with my own creation.
Your end creates you
It will return to rip you
Plant it, watch it die
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Ego resembles a premature childhood.
When love is unbalanced,
interactions with infliction
and cultural consciousness,
force a soul to suppress
rather than express,
so we become glass sculptures,
but no one can see our shards.
My dad taught me to roam like a lion,
hurting, but pretending,
yet, I was no predator like my predecessor,
just misconceived, due to self protection,
so I continued to deceive,
behind a veil of silence,
sacrificing my own happiness,
content in sadness - but barely surviving
and today, I'm still bleeding,
haunted by ghosts who's paths,
I left behind.
I know what I say, is not always how I feel,
not what I mean and I'm happy - falling.
Because I am strong, so my ego tells me,
I'm a mountain, I can never crumble,
but still I write poems about vulnerability,
so who am I really? Does anyone see me?
I wish my tongue would portray like poetry,
so I could show love, instead of feeling unloved,
glow in affection or is it too late?
When so much has already been lost,
to bitter winds beating against robust roots
unmoved due to stubbornness,
your mind feels like an anchor,
preventing your ship from sailing.
In death I found humility,
released sedated tears,
cleansing internal wounds.
From all the broken souls,
it was mine which lacked self belief,
so I remain disconnected, but need healing,
hoping one day you will find me
and unlock the door to devotion.
Fate is like stars in a lovers destiny,
sadly we are only found in darkness.
This is the earth
A beautiful garden of nature
Human is a born free part of it
In the time of human (part of nature) birth
There is no religion, creed, constitution, frontier, culture...
But the greedy predecessor names teaches rules the born free human
According to own creed, ism and
Spreads the venomous hatred
The world is safety palace for human
S/he is born free conscientious existence of nature
But everywhere chained by the wild and vengeance makeup
Everywhere the rules, regulations, creeds, cultures, scriptures
Made by some opportunist humans
The hypocrite human governs the whole
by the name of so-called gods, hell, heaven
and makes a victim of slaughtering each other
If a human wants freedom from this havoc clutch
Then everyone needs to know him/herself
Needs to awake the true conscience of humanity
Come, come to the impenetrable realm of the body
This is heart
Clean it, crystal clean
Clean from the earthly greed, infatuation, illusion
Leave the endless desire of this delusional matter
Fill the heart full with the light of truth-
That is the knowledge of self and lessons from other parts of nature
Enlighten the inside with the extraterrestrial insightful
Lit up the dark world with the inner light
None can snuff out this light
This is impenetrable
Come, come to the impenetrable monarchy of the body
This is the heart of the self-knowledge
16.08.2020 Chattogram
a place of peaceful rest
from cursing…reversed
in Paramount Plus
gun slinging verbiage —
trashing the Most Holy’s name
in Star Trek IV, Nimoy
was given his lines —
exposé of colorful language
not heard of in their age
now Picard is old
and the old returns
to the silver-lie-zed screen
screaming in our faces
like overdue feces
a species showing its true colors
unfortunately…throw in sex scenes too
nothing unimagined, nothing civilized,
only the dematerialization
of minds. And the startup
of this series…i’m yawning
nothing like the lively action
of the past. evolution seems
to be a blast from the past.
am i picking on Picard?
why call him JL,
when Jean-Luc
sounded so much cooler
ooh…ooh let me answer this!
it’s a prelude to disaster
of epic proportions
will mankind be saved this time
in the nick of time
the Captain’s apt to fail
his dog is “number one”
his predecessor in spot two
they are in doo doo
bring back a place of peaceful rest -
it’s paramount to reverse
the cursing, the death
of good old-fashioned fun
3/8/2022
Play music, can dance
Observe old body on floor
Shake the world slowly
Love is like a rose
In time it shines the world's heart
out of time it dies
Mountain brook sings songs
Like solitary reaper
None, but lovers hear
in the cage of mountain flocks
the elegant scenery of predecessor lives
in the waist of the mountain brook
the sweet melody of left love lives
in the lap of flowing river
the endless life of saintly love lives
in the blowing lane of autumnal breeze
the salacious tone of winter lives
in the sky-way of flying birds
the intoxicated mind of solitary beloved lives
None possesses time
It's independent, endless;
Wisdom- friends only
Alone mind builds up
Carnal knowledge of the world
Breathing minutes die
Life, death and knowledge
Anthem of world's existence
Weaving love passion
14.10.2020 Chattogram
Form:
Roguish reincarnated ribbing raconteur...
Ruminating, while rustling, and roping
regular riff raff galore
with deliberate intent tomb ache
mummy dearest laugh
till she falls down Mariana Trench
deep down on zee sea floor,
where tears trickle thence pour
down her cheeks
causing flash floods that did roar
back in the day of dinosaur
triggering erosion plus extinction regarding
"terrible lizards," unwittingly
opening figurative door
regarding wild speculation
by George, i.e. ninety eighty four
bajillion years ago maya
inca ling extempore
rainy us hypothesis,
whereby this troubadour
posits sketchy jaw dropping conjecture
synchronization, superstition, strangulation...
roaming contra band predecessor
rock hitted rolling stones
hook, line and sinker
gathered no hardy moss, nor
grunting gripes re: ain't
got no satisfaction store
reed prehistoric bipedal hominids
embarkation commenced way before
führer set to even World War I score
back hazy mists time immemorial
vulnerable scattered shortish,
nasty brutish primates bore
ring, measly, niche indeed
kickstarted guttural folklore
fierce predators heavily outnumbered
lacked aptitude to deplore
chance fluke circumstances
take out boxed survival diet of worms
held in escrow to check
propensity trending cocksure
bazillion future generations, when
forebears would explore
comfort zones outer limits,
meanwhile mine and your
great great great... grandparents
kept low profile learning hardcore
bare necessities to shore
scant population uttering primal bonjour.
How quaint to contemplate,
when proto humans continuity
at mercy of indiscriminate fate
where unavoidable, uncontrollable, unpredictable...
forces decreed demise
contracting early death versus to dilate
envisioning disadvantageous, horrendous,
precarious tenuous...
toehold *****sapiens descendents I equate
with apocalyptic unpleasant fate
predicated pitching humanity
teetering on brink, where
self destruction will accelerate
unless species doth ameliorate
weapons of mass destruction
while doomsday clock ticks closer to...
I tell u what shell b the first to tell you
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t even trust in
Whitesqualls Rise up & swallow yall
Im taking chances riskzs and consequences
and im calling that,,, sacrificed chrome polished brass
and im calling chris competition demolished
Im on a baja in a Hallor
Working hard for the heart of her daughter
Sheep for the slaughter dont even bother me
Yes im a legend your just thinking like a protégé
Well geuss what ? my son is my predecessor
I say " Que paso Senior to her step farther"
And me & her brother did a little dirt together
Yes i was like a pirate that burried Treasure
Then i came back as a Survivor On a Glider like Mcgivor
I'll take you to the cliff if u think ur stiffer
I sniffed her then she pist on my terrietory
Your a Teratorous Im the Astroid headed for u
Im a Hailey Im a ****ing comet
You’re like the Red Foe I’ll put cleats on and crush you
Well Im despondant when you stutter when you comment
Eminem dont u ****in call me
Theres a slim chance that u could ever understand a standard
Well u antsy u better go read the ****in manual
Or what about the instructions, chrome never made me stronger
And you think u lucky go ahead and trust it
Gods the only thing i ever trusted in
as i slide in the night in a maroon mustang
i shine like emeralds dipped in crushed diamonds
I had her heart the whol;e time good luck in try in to find it
shes ****in mad cuz i play and splash in the light years
well Im not sorry for GOD being my Guidence
Smaller stars dye for the brighter star Rising
We are Warriors your women in the village crying
AS we stole your pony
Feel the power of a Stallion chasing the scent of heat in a Filley
Hoofprints pounding in the earth and you mistake them for the sound of thunder
Im picking a fight Im talking calling you out to box me
With no weapons in my hand I fight face to face like a man does
Your English Bulldog Im American Pit, I’m like George Washington and Congress
When they signed The Decloration of Independence, The pen is mightier than the sword
It took the pen to entice yall, yall brought ships and thaught yall was goin faught us
Im like my Fore Fathers I still piss on the title of you ****in LandLords
I am spring
Winter is my precursor
And summer my predecessor
Just when you think
Winter is insurmountable
I sprout, spring forth with gusto
Ravaging your cranium with rose,
Dazzling your eyes
With lilies, silver and red maples
I saturate your log holes
With early morning and late afternoon songs
From pine, hooded warbler and vesper sparrow
I evoke fresh rain from the sky,
Misty mornings and warm weather
I release plants from winter's brutal hold,
Vacate deep snow, ice sheets and gray skies
I bequeath your environment with
Beautiful butterflies, lady bugs
And just as your smiles are getting wider,
I dissipate salubriously
Leaving you with harsh realities of summer
I am spring
Dragon
Dragon is my future cat. I haven’t got her yet.
She is an idea, a hope and a dream,
But that which is written has now been said,
And I am not one to break my word.
My words are my bond, bound truth, without which I am nothing.
One day, I promise, I will find her.
One day I will no longer be missing.
A dragon with a tortoise shell,
Like her predecessor and her son.
Those which were, have never been forgotten,
But I have lost the son and the mom,
To a former love; once upon a time she was mine.
It is time to walk a different line.
Dragon shall be the beginning of a dynasty in the making;
This is no place for fakers to be faking.
Step 1 is Dragon;
Step 2 is a cat called Dog.
Step 3 is a small dog called Cat,
And with that, the trinity shall be done.
These are my wishes,
They contain no fishes,
I may only keep pieces,
But these are my wishes.
Cats are better than dogs or fishes.
If dragons do exist,
Then place one beside me
And I will be something I have never been.
My dream is simple and I need these three,
To become the person you should see.
My wife will present one,
I shall discover the rest,
And one day our children’s names,
Will be added to the list.
My tale began a long time ago,
Where a pet was lost to sorrow.
Another one disappeared,
For she was no longer in our home.
The third began her family,
As did the first,
And a giant was born,
With thunder paws.
I hope they all know,
I will love them ‘til the end.
I hope they are all still at home,
And only I have been condemned.
I hope she still takes care of her,
Though she no longer cares for me.
I hope they multiply.
I love my animal family.
I will care for Dragon, like I cared for the others.
Mother, daughter, mother, son;
Dragon will need a brother.
A panther was lost,
It’s mother long gone.
A monkey stole my heart,
So now I am impatiently waiting for a dragon to become.
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