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Depression is a shape poem
A difficult one in times of contemplation
A shape that gets you, almost in nothingness
Whispers darkness in the valley of your chest.
Where the minaret stood in the bed of the eternity
Till the very last minute, that along the way, divinity sent
Modernization knew demolishing much too well
and much too vivid in the end, to stress what it meant.
Oozing secretion dampens in cold and clutters on and on...
And we call it the pseudo-pen
That mentors to shift the shape
Straight path should be the straightest one, to be frank,
My utterance calms me there
As it does mostly, unconditionally enough
And I knew along the way, that
God is enough for any befitting pay stubs
To carve with a knife on any life, whatsoever.
Man is mortal.
God does not give us everything we want, but He does fulfill His promises, leading us along the best and straightest paths to Himself.
Everything happens for a reason and I always thank God for all the blessing he gave me.
People say that for everyone in this world, God has
made someone for her or him.
You meeting me is a sign believe me.
I am made for someone like you.
Some contact is there with you.
Some relation is there with you.
How should I know, what do I know.
Some contact is there with you.
You are my life partner so why should I worry.
This is the reason to live and will die for this.
It obliged me while going.
A passing moment fulfilled my wishes.
I got a view of yours, got sparkling starts.
Destiny’s boats got a shore..
A life for which I've craved for centuries,
In your company all the prayers are fulfilled for my life.
You meeting me is a sign
as if I am made for someone like you.
Contact is the lifeblood of growth, means for changing oneself, and one's experience of the world.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
i believe in rhyme and reason i trust my heart to blind my eyes
the rain can fall in every season the truist love never dies
karma can restore the balance a single tear can start a flood
every one has hidden talents inside the blackest heart lies good
a sainted man will one day stumble every weakness hides a strength
the earth beneath my feet will crumble pure miracles are heaven sent
love belongs to those who feel it pains a burden apon the soul
lifes a dream for fools who steal it the straightest arrow has a goal
in every soul an untold story behind every smile a shroud of tears
i believe in truth theres glory and lies betray us through are fears
live your life the way you see it be yourself do not decieve
purge your soul and you will free it trust your heart and your believe
My fellow pilgrims on life’s path,
I greet you here today
To share a tale of gratitude
For help along our way.
Our best route is the straightest path,
And narrow from the gate.
But most of us went crashing through
As though we couldn’t wait
To see the things in store for us,
The sights that life would bring,
Not knowing that the track is steep
And dangers wait to sting.
A plethora of vistas wait
For those with eyes to see
But fog can sometimes block our view
As daylight starts to flee.
It’s in these dark and tricky parts
Where angels come to play,
With lanterns born above their gaze
To light the hidden way.
And when we pass beyond their light,
Another’s overlaps,
Until we’ve reached the sun again
And crossed the risky gaps.
These angels are but humble souls;
A neighbor down the road
Who walks their path with righteous steps,
And shoulders others’ load.
God bless these lantern bearers!
Without them I’d be lost
And never find my way back home
Despite the distance crossed.
Gay is the straightest word
It takes a stand
Says I am different
But I do not care
I love the one I love
I have a connection
I know how to touch that emotion
Gay is happy
Gay is strange
Gay we fear
Gay is the straightest word
Stands for everything we believe in
Love is love
Love is true
Just the same
A bond
A foundation of family
Everything straight is everything loved between a guy and girl
Gay is a beautiful relationship between two individuals made as one
Standing strong in the face of anger
Taking on religion
Gay has every right
Deserve the same treatment
Recognize it's love
Straight love makes a person gay beyond belief
Why couldn't we be best friends my love
Our hearts afire, once matched like a glove
Yet your eyes are now distant from me
Be best friends my love, why couldn't we
I've been the straightest arrow you know
I loved you from your head to your toe
Lately your love for me is narrow
You know, I've been the straightest arrow
You were the loved one, you played the field
But I got over your ball and healed
Love is blind, I forgave what you done
You played the field, you were the loved one
Do you want to save this sinking ship
Perhaps go into dry dock and grip
Or do you send me off with a wave
This sinking ship, do you want to save
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Bowing to the East,
a sacred obligation,
comforting
and curious forehead down
to kiss this humble ground
of ego's straight supremacy
Including fat white men
buttocks up
and yintegrity open to receive
To imagine Allah's horniest Tao
amid straightest men
together worshiping Earth's political ground
of cultural becoming
Imaging an invisible economic hand
to massage
message
market
sell and buy and rent,
pimp out and plug in
inspire and respire and expire
speak and listen healthy/pathology signs
and root sensory communication systems
dissociated from ****/oral pleasures
and distended
recessive YangProjectile envy
never prayed
For PatriTheist's great dualdark
win/win transeminal figuration
swelling,
then withdrawing paradise,
like breath
and surf
and in/ex-codependent biformation
Climaxing humane/divine's Allahmin Integrity
without straight male overprivileged impatience
and left brain dominant expression,
extending poly-symphonic power and pleasure
beauty light
multiculturing fertility
reflectively withheld from aggressive foreheads
Gone
To receive sacred manly grace
beyond mere mortal
health-wealthing sensory freedom
for capital-raising
praising
saving authentic co-empathic face
Of Divine cooperation
ecopolitically
polytheistically praying
for bountiful
beautiful protruding co-predation
Whole Open SexSystemic fetal
on man's reclining
enveloped in worshiping knees
made for yintegral male/femate
feral
fertile imagination
Five times per homo-sapient day,
whether he needs it
or wants Allah not
non-dualistic pole through hole
through depolarizing whole
neuro-systemic NonZero binomial
nonviolent SafeZones
For root-systemic health
tipping pointed prime chakra
root communication
in SacRed Hearted resilience
Polyculturing wealth
of metaphoric language choice
through humble worshiping grace face
effaced
Front and back proud male bodies
out and in erased
dominantly disgraced
Misplaced sacred temple
resurrection.
Life is filled
with ups and downs.
The straightest path
will spin you around.
Your in the black.
Your in the red.
Things stop changing
because your dead.
The hands of time
move on without
your tears of joy
or fears and doubt.
We ride a curve
that's undefined.
A Winter cruel.
A Spring so kind.
Take it in
and push ahead.
The seasons change
no matter our tread.
Stomping through snow drifts
or dancing in rain,
running through sunshine
or steady winds change.
Without a doubt one thing is true,
in skies of black or crystal blue.
On you feet or on your ass,
Gam Zeh Yaavor
THIS TOO SHALL PASS!
- Jeannie Minor
Hoarfrost on barbed wire
holds until the first blackbird
tests the silver thread—
The dawn was never asked, if
it intended to stay cold.
A gold wedding band
leaves an imprint underneath
beside weathered skin—
The pale pledge there lingers long
after finger tires of it.
Knots tied in dry strings
to remember promises
slowly surrender
when they're immersed in water
to the form they never lost.
The builder chooses
the straightest tree trunk for beams—
High in the branches
magpies nest in the curved limbs
that bow when wild winds arrive.
Seaweed on the rocks
remembers yesterday's tide
higher than today's—
No wave returns for its mark
only salt lingers there still.
A watermark sleeps
inside each folded message
with a hidden date—
that rises with candle warmth
to tell the truth, time knew well.
Snake held by its tail,
its mouth swinging so freely
circling round the arm—
Every vow has the same aim
to taste the hand that shaped it.
The face in the glass
nods before it answers back
they both know their names—
The one who made promises
has long become someone else.
Take a plane, ungrateful one, to a distant land...
Don't forget to walk the straightest path.
Freedom bogs down quickly in shifting sand.
You may have to cover your body from head to toe.
You may get a lash for dancing with your Beu.
You may get caned for walking alone.
You may be married off to a stranger.
Your worth is measured in skinny cattle and goats.
Walk the straightest of paths, ungrateful one.
Keep your faith close to the vest.
Or you may spend years in prison or even lose your head.
If they find out you're gay, it may be your last earthly day.
When you come back to your host country, ungrateful one.
Will your vision still be opaque and hateful?
Have you gathered any lessons, or are you too stubborn?
Will you still burn- loot- rape - obstruct.
Will you still spit on your freedoms, paid for in blood?
Will your privileged and entitled attitude shift?
Like the shifting sand you just experienced.
Next time, take a one-way plane, ungrateful one
I don't think you'll ever change.