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Dancing into the land of no control
My heart was drunk with ignorance
Feeling the catastrophic message following through my veins
My heart decoding it meaning, yet refusing to listen to the drums
The drums that sings the songs of danger
Thinking in the way of the uncivilized literate
My soul takes it with understanding of science fiction
Yet the pit runs closer to me without mercy
Without pardon for my reasons of disbeliefs
It sets it snares for me
Now with it oceans poison has my soul be drown with
It hooks in my gullet celebrating it flawless victory
This chaos in veins makes me sober, yet no scientific relationship has been established
The relationship with the dream and my current situation
Now I swim with the regrets of this great mistake
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The wet arid desert, the satisfied starvation.
she rides on this infected horse for long,
praying it never stops running, she prayed,
into this unknown pit, the farther she goes.
She gasps for an optical lens,
did not find, only it handles.
She looked for this, seeking her wings true nature,
yet all she sees is opaque vision embedded in chaos.
When sleep says her name, she accepts it calls,
calls to a delusional universe, at which opinions exist.
wake up, she hears her mom dragging out of this universe,
she wakes up with this scramble thought, tears sitting on her eyes.
The ways she followed, she found disappointment at it ends.
as his true being sprout out, careless it came out.
Like the seed of a plant, it germinated.
It rises up quietly and innocently.
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Smiling at this young lad,
flawless are his ways and action,
knowing not the great line,
the line that stands in between good and bad.
He stretches his tiny arms to me in laughter,
worry not, the evil in the world,
nor thinketh of tomorrow's welfare.
For it will solve its puzzle itself.
Opening his eyes, in peace,
Face glued to the television,
Be amazed by what I call good for kids,
smile at her, since I feel it moment
He keeps not against me, the bad time we had.
The stage of the young lad,
the time of purity and innocence.
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Its warmth
One must acknowledge the kindness,
of the king of the heavenly bodies,
to it light its speaks, in which we are pleased.
Spreading its bedsheets around us,
not allowing our house to drip in ice,
nor our essence shivering.
Of its favorite months,
it spreads its wings,
silently around their shoulder.
It rains its glorious gift,
showing it before the 1st hour of the day,
the magnificent branches.
Its fading lights am blinded by.
A perfect role model.
Its citizens needs to walk on its lane.
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Tick, tick I hear the clock whispering,
whispering to my heart and soul,
the words of wisdom, it whispers.
Put in more effort, it says.
But the more effort I put in,
reaching my goals look like an illusion.
Working under the scorching sun has been unto thee food,
The sweet from my body, my water
And pressure my spouse
Hard work has ceased to be the way to success
Since my skin color has replaced it.
The less privileged hope seems to be darker than Halloween,
and their future plans close to abortive.
Depravity unto us like siblings,
See nothing wrong, those benefitting from it.
hopes seem to fade,
depression, and hardship unto thee as a best friend.
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I thought dirty hands were a sign of clean money?
should I follow their wide path?
should I still stick to my narrow path?
this narrow path that looks endless?
will I ever wake up from this nightmare?
These questions keep dancing at my foot.
Staying up at night has been my hobby
my life seems empty and void,
life has chosen foul to me,
I keep repeating these words to myself.
I should get rid of all these negativity
I know one day the sun shall shine on me.
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once upon a time, when he was still a lad
in a cloudy sky and sunny wind
Arise a day which was never forgotten
grapes wines and special delicacy made love on this day
with the voice of love once kissing his lips,
happiness sits on those present.
His favorite day, yet no longer,
as the importance left the cupboard of his family
he craves for this moment,
yet his mouth is sealed,
being already a culture of his home,
age has assassinated this moment, with no trace.
This day is now a photograph, singing in his head only.
Still, he behaves like it doesn’t.
because at this age, the day is no longer important,
no one, not even mom.
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Clusters of Days beneath time,
chapters of deeds it contains.
Bedsheets of deeds, bias, fair.
Looking through the window,
memories of walking with Hades.
Dancing not, a little more with juvenile sculptures.
polished under the blades of aberration,
I greed for more feat, looking out for a new race,
smiling more at the mirror of appointment.
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