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Memories of Our Memory Lane

Dropping my heart to the level of oceans 
Once reflected living in life and memories of  adore,
Your hibernation drove my seasonal moods
And mesmerized my loneliness because
You were the only hope of those days,
With wich your height and width was unknown 
Like the dimensions of the universe.

Every now and then when we met
Our countenance was very sweet, 
With bright eyes we used to team
When longing for our amusing needs
And the love of our deeds,
The affair that was amid us caused the reality we wished 
In our bond not to go dim
And none by comparison can run parallel to it.

We have exposed our lives to the bond of joy
Searching for better days like lunatic beings, 
On the surface we remained overwhelmed with sorrow 
As we longed to reach heights like flying sparrows,
With our love we used to ultimately resist 
The challenges that came quick against 
The prophecy of our dreams,
Such as the feeling wich felt to shake the need
And in every aspect drove us weak
By showing the power of words governed
Under the subject of our beliefs.

Remember up the ladder we were like the King and Queen 
Punching my heart very sweet with your fist  
And accelerating our love up the swings.
I went mad on account of our love
When the potion never called you 
Deep to the level of oceans my love.

Your face glowed like shining dawn 
You touched my heart like nobody could do
And so sweet like honeydew,
Even though all glitters are not gold,
My mission was strictly knotted to you
And our memories are luminous and old
Striking through mountains and valleys of the world. 

Those distant stars,glowing and shooting ones
Reminds me of nothing other than 
The ceremonies of loving you,
And now it's time for us to recall
Those sweet nothings and descriptions 
About the art around your beauty. 
We were not popular in our youth 
But nature knew our love since childhood. 

In loving memory, I am climbing the peak
And uttering out those dictums which are
Accompanied by the winds, down to the seas
To announce the dignity of loving you.
I hope that one day the chasm between us will break because 
No man can stand alone in this field.

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Humankind

Give me a quite room with a pen and book
Let me tie my shoes and reminisce about old school,
Underneath these massive rocks of my mountainous youth
Let me unleash the hidden truth.
What will come after modified food?

Let me meet the man behind the essence of this rule,
In those mountains serving as mirrors 
To see those wonderful creatures living outside our loop.
We cry not for those who had to choose.

Give me the higher purpose in these lanes 
To reveal those hidden names.
What about the edited books?
With thousands of words omitted 
Dozens of pages missing, facts that were never quoted 
And the summary of twisted words 
From those distorted hearts and souls. 
We are divided by neighborhoods and classified like stooks.

Centuries of homicides, genocides 
And piles of dead bodies lying by the valley side,
Out of all animals we are on top of the food pyramid
We decide who live or die as our extinction approaches quick.
Few fear the words they remember when they are pissed.

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Worries of Worry

In the exam room I had to go all out.
I skipped question one to find out, that  the next one was twice tough 
And I was busy sweating with my face down
When some nerds were waiting for an errata,
What about my confidence that was ripped out by question five based on Atlanta?
For my school years I was like a child,
During school days I missed town
And during school holidays I missed school.
For some reasons and assumptions, my determination fell down
When my final results destroyed my pride.
Learners sweat seas of worry 
Is it the rusty mind or the teacher
moving fast?
Short sighted and sitting last
The errors I used to laugh one day will be my judge.

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The World Is Cruel

I was born a legend of these times, 
Since the first centuries in line 
When the was no querell and mines.
The sky was clear and the world was like paradise,
The was no chasm between man and angels.
During those times the industries had no agents
And every creature was dreaming of a brighter future at an angle,

The four seasons felt better 
And the world had no medals,
You can't say it does not matter 
When that wall it's still a barrier.

In the neighborhood there were no crews 
Until the sky was covered in dark clouds
And I was no longer perfect,
Now the devil is the chasm between God and mankind,
We can't track the tone of our lives 
Until the ends meet in time. 

The heroes and legends don't die,
They are with the devil having an immortal fight,
We have all seen and witnessed 
That nothing last longer when it's perfect,
Life is like an oasis in the desert.

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As I Climb the Peak

At an angle of unknown degrees 
I climb the peak to get a clear picture of the world,
This mountain hiking is deep and sweet.
So many things had fallen into my sight and
My inner agitation unfolds the words, 
That promote victory and avoid chaos along  this fields,
Looking into the past
I definitely deserve this peace.

My vision is clear enough to recall all the scenes
Though it's much blurry to figure out 
What the future holds uptight along the hills,
Sometimes living in this life feels so itchy.
I realized after so many revolutions 
That looking back was never a concrete floor for solutions.

My ultimate goal lys in this mountain hiking 
Which alters the timeline and historical times through my illusions, 
I am sweating enough to reach the peak
Which will confirm the accomplishment of my dreams.

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Humanity Striked

I am not talking human graveyards 
Instead their talents buried in time,
Rich ones pass by the road hoping they can pick you up 
But it's not how this world was designed.
What are we if they don't talk about us?
People die and it counts as the past
Let's hope they all find heaven at last,
They wish to ride with time but they had a lot of desires.
What am I without my pride?
We grow up and group by races,
They said the world is a better place
But I was young and couldn't tie my shoelaces.
Maybe for now our vision is inclined,
Violence increases as love declines.

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Destination

The river flows east 
To the ocean were it leaks.
The landscape is in shift, 
Marks will be left for generations to see
The wonders of the world and its history. 

From the west to the east 
The river flows very quick,
People like to feast 
We are not surprised as the slaves of meat. 
Take a moment and try to feel,
The water is steady and tastes unique 
Nourishing everything whether small or big.
We are able to gather, feast and sing
The credit goes to the rivers in this realm.

In its simplicity it flows east
None was born to be weak.
Each river carries a number of streams, 
Alone it can't fulfill its dream
To become very big like the seas.
From its source it needs to feed
Taking its lead down the cliff,
Within its channel it's proud to be free
Eroding its banks in anticipation of what it wants to be.

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Brainy Thoughts of Remorse

I have seen it back home
Where some people don't have homes,
Under age and going for a smoke
Teenagers barely grow old.
Boys keep chasing money while girls learn to elope
No one is accountable for what they stole,
A toast was proposed to my generation who's love was abandoned.

Just like you, I was born with my fists closed
For my loneliness and cold I was provoked
For my devotion and love I had to sacrifice my rose.
They say money is a code to open the vault of fame.

What will God say to those who left the world by their hands and rope?
Believers know that judgement day won't be postponed,
So they repent each day revitalising their hope.
Heaven gave each life a promising role. 

Motivated by your passion to climb academic stones
You were doing better at school until you had your first phone,
Several years later you can't cope nor lean by the pole
When you realise that you have been on failing mode.
What if you learned to pave your academic ways without expecting benefits or any praise?

For my zone of knowledge and the prose I composed
Many trees and roses I used to plant back home,
Stories unfold when they are told.
The is no lessons in perfection 
For what's perfect need no corrections, 
You have to find a better way to cope
Before the dusty streets swallow you hole.

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Ascending Order

After so many years of traveling under the dark clouds 
And overcoming many challenges without doubts,
How do you retreat?
When you turn back to your background 
And you realize how all your struggles diffract like those
Voices from nowhere telling you to take the lead.
How do you conceive?

It feels good to recognize the abilities that ly within your own brain muscles,
And one step feels like a huge accomplishment
In the world where opportunities come through hustles,
You must attack the distraction that maneuver you from protecting your dreams 
In order to harvest from your long irrigated fields.

Nobody can derive aspects of  altitude without reaching the peak,
Everything seems alive, speaking and real
In the world where impossibilities don't exist. 
Now that some of them follow your lead, 
How do you feel?

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Poetry Spell

The sonnet of my fresh pen from the century of freshmen,
Will the poets be overwhelmed?
Meditating to comprehend my stand 
I couldn't write a couplet for so many years. 
She left me in a spell with no idea,
So to this day I can no longer keep my stance 
In the environment I used to blend. 
My brother used to tell me how bad things can turn
But for her my heart was already drowning in hell.
Sonnet of my pen, my outmost  love wish you well.
Let me bow before you and remove my hat,
I am taking it from my heart hoping to excell 
The same way we fight our way through the entrance. 
The essence of the mind is its methodological shell.