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Abu Sage Poem
Which then is it?
Are we so ashamed or so proud of our mistakes,
That we call them experiences.
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Forever begins everyday,
Or so they say,
So like yesterday and tomorrow,
We begin anew,
In search of a forever that will never come.
A.R
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Abu Sage Poem
Speak to me, Oh! Heavens,
Yell if you need to,
Louder than louder can be,
Not gentle, no less subtle,
A bolt of lighting if you would,
Anything but the silence,
Because in that silence I am afraid,
I am afraid I have to see,
What it is I truly I am,
The shattered essence of the divine,
Scattered pieces of the whole,
And what terrifies the most,
Is the burning question,
How did I make a hell out of a beautiful heaven?
A.R
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If it was something she'd never read,
Something she'd never find,
Then it won't be for her but of her,
So if I may, I'll but weave a tale.
A tale that is half of what is,
Cause in truth a library couldn't fit her description,
There is no word to describe her smile,
But I'll try, best I can to weave a tale.
Then again where would I begin,
I could tell you of love so epic,
The biblical kind, an essence of divine,
One mythical, the kind in an old tale.
But it would overshadow her might,
Her ability to stand tall,
The way she has made sense of nights,
Where monsters raged, and the kind not told in any tale.
Four verses in and still no where to begin,
Like I said her description in truth, Would drown galaxies,
I search still for a word that gives a hint of description,
There is none yet, not in any ever tale.
A.R
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What it is then about beings like me?
Who feel everything,
Unable to let go of anything,
What then of the emotions that overflow,
That bleed out into poetry,
And flow out as relentless care,
Is the pain the architect of love and beauty,
Or is it merely a longing to be understood,
Something to finally see and feel what we do,
Some will call it longing,
Others Loneliness,
I understand it as wisdom and guidance,
For where would we be without all that PAIN?.
A.R
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