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Crush

A feeling so strong so true,
takes you so high like a plane from belview.
You'll get to places you ain't been before,
and everyday you'll keep praying it comes even more.
You've never seen your heart so relaxed when 
you're with her,
and it breaks and tears you apart when she is afar.
Sometimes you can't even seem to sleep,
you keep hoping she'll call or atleast give you a beep.
People who say to you these feelings don't last,
You'll pray they die, you'll see their corpes and walk pass.


A feeling so strong, so true,
everyday its like it grows long and looks new.
Your heart is heavy with expressions you can't say,
not even when she asks "dear what do we talk about today?
A feeling so deep and so tense...
but to you, it makes great and exceptional sense.
It cages your mind, body and soul...
they ask "would you like to be free? 
and you smile and still keep saying no.
One second with her you'll kill for, atleast..
but when its up, you start acting like little Oliver Twist.
You see her, you see an unapproachable light,
you hear her and it takes away all your might.


A feeling so strong, so true,
keeps you on an edge, you just don't know what to do.
What is it about her, in words you can't describe,
"I loose you, I die" on the tablets of your heart these words are 
deeply inscribed.
All you see is her, yourself and no one else,
it erases feelings you had or one time felt.
To you, everything means nothing...
she sits by you and your heart starts pumping.
For her, all pains you can bear,
including those of your worse nightmare
A feeling so strong so true.
as the days pass by, 
you keep praying she spends the rest of her life with you.

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Burning Thought

In a place, the eyes could barely lead,
For the pair were no more of any use.
Clouded by past memoirs, some glow and some so blue.
Lost thereof, for nothing else made any sense. 

Behind shut lids, I embraced each moment.
Time and time again, into limbo I treaded further. 
Unknowingly erasing my prints to make certain my no return.
If only I knew that my meal was my peril. 

Tighter I clung to many pasts so laced.
As my thoughts smelted my lids to be forever shut.
Like a death potion gravely sought, 
My deep craves a deep that slowly swallows me whole. 

If only I could...
...stop and return here where it all started.
But then, the darkness of thoughtlessness shall begin.
 And that, I dread the most.
If my essence be my pain, then that shall I remain.
Burn in my thoughts until there is nothing left of me. 

By Hart Adolphus

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Vision of My Might

On my straw-like comfort,
With smudges just beneath the lids.
Dawn engulfing, still going forth
While the wind’s strength dwindles in its bid.
My ears muffled up to its opening
As musical sensations tingle it.
Same it did from a kit, note after note
So it played, from the plucked to the struck.

In a bus…
On a trip in a bus I was.
Few things I couldn’t tell, but on the drive
I could see the window and all the window could see.
The breakers did make the bus gallop,
Though not as much as it did the fellow beside me.

Of a rare kind he was,
For my eyes beheld the skies 
Only to steal a glimpse of his face.
Dark skinned with celeb-like looks.
On Him a suit; yes a pair!
Knitted on Him as though from infancy.
As dark as His covering He was,
So the tux and bow-tie but white was His shirt.

Little wonder! So much of it I had.
Newspapers, I bore with both hands
With my thigh aiding in the raise.
Many headlines; so many paper names,
From the Times to the Dailies,
Unto everyone a glaring caption
Penciled only to steal the eye’s attention.

The kit’s cause, I couldn’t hear him ask
For a snappy glance at my bunch.
Fiddling the leaves after a first refusal;
Flip after flip He spoke, then came a wag.
Still in the trance but lost to His words
As on the bed played it still, and to my ears it tightly did fit.

I felt the slow drain down both cheeks,
While my lids smelted the visions to little drippings.
His lips told me of the secrets He tells
Yet my ears couldn’t steal the words
For my eyes were the only thieves.
And as they took little of what they could,
They clenched to clear the incessant collection
And blinked as they should.

Finally He got to His stop and descended the flight
While I trudged after raggedly, hoisting the bunch.
Sniffing, sobbing, hoping for a last audible spew.
Suddenly He turned,
And so it was that the tiles all found their fitting.
“All you need you already have,
Just let me do the leading”.

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Insomnia

My griefs on solemn forest’s sounds,
Rests thereof on nature’s crib.
Soft rhythmic tunes near and afar
As oozing air causes the leaves to clash.
The thickets of the forest, then the dew’s dome
For as where there be dew, so comes dawn again.

Dark nights begat gay days, same did she to sunrise
These drops I could count clasping the wind from a sniff.
Then the lunar feed, an influential impression
On good and evil, letting the black skies cut through her proud 
rays.
Tapping and rattling, the night was made busy
As colonies prepared for drought, off these absurdities sprang a 
melodious train.

The night… the night
How was it found, from whence cometh its being
The wind so cold, stars shine so bright
Silence roams, bestowing the land’s peace
Eyes can hardly see, and listening ears scarcely lead.
Perception fed on all it could find from those that came,
As the ears lure in its appetite from all that were.



Questions fill my prying eyes,
Yearning for whence cometh such wisdom and order.
As night precedes day so the day to night,
Such simple sense of sequence I search for mightily.
Of course, of such that has been made I know
That God saw it and said that it was good after making it so.

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Completing Infinity

And comes the time, oft many sought with blinded eyes that squint into the dark, searching for that in tight grasp with faithless hopes that it be found. 

No grudge shall I bear as a traveler his mug, that holds within above a cracked below, a drink for the voyage whose starting is the ending to the eye and mind. 

In the open sky I shall hide all that has been, is and no longer morrow. 
To remind a scribbler to forget friends and foes. For the mind’s cask shears upon such thought of great appeal. 

My time.
To no longer will, but bend, or even break. To be deaf to all, with only hearing for one with a deafening whisper. As the tongue exits its cave, loud be my scream as the bewitching hour. 

Search no more. 
By your follicles, you would tell as words deny you might… of this scribbler you once grappled in sight. 
As he dissolves in his dry ink, I beseech thee again.

“Search no more”.