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Vacuous Heart

	
I always see you in that mundane
Every time I stare the emotions’ windowpane
Try not to draw a smile, because I don’t want to be insane
I abhor you every time you talk sweeter than the sugar cane.

To have a perfect liaison, I never anticipate
I am very happy is being a loner is my fate,
So don’t you ever dare to open the love’s gate
Because I don’t want to have any mate.

I am begging, stay away from me!
Because I want to fall in love with nobody
Don’t protract my loneliness,
So cease saying words of sweetness!

Stop bridging the gap!
If you don’t want to see me acting like a daft.
Don’t glue my soul’s broken part
Spare me! Please, let me have this vacuous heart!

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Borrowed Laughter

You always see me smile
	As if, I’m not traveling in a ghastly mile,
	As if, I don’t have problems in a file
	If you only knew that, this is just guile.



	You always see me relax
	As if, I don’t care with the death’s package box,
	As if  I’m not scared with the God o death—and the axe.
	If you only knew, I am wearing the mask of fox.



	You always see me happy
	As if, I don’t feel any misery,
	As if I don’t know any agony
	If you only knew, my heart and soul are not that healthy.



	You don’t see me explode in anger
	Not even, hear that I experience hunger,
	If you only knew, my dear
	All I have is a borrowed laughter.



01232004---03:59 pm

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On the Waterfront

ON THE WATERFRONT
12082003---04:00 PM



Last night I saw a lonely creature,
Watching for her happiness’ departure
With a bleeding heart— really tortured,
		Oh, her face, so hard to picture


She looks like a window with curtain of thorns
A relationship, immediately adjourned
A face with a perfect mourn
An anger, which is newly born


She didn’t notice the loneliness of the surroundings
Not even heard the birds singing
Rain is not falling…
But water from her eyes kept on dropping


She is like a wounded soldier
Alone in that side of river
I wonder if she was really hiding to the black’s master
Because there she was in the dark not afraid o nightmare


I stared at her, she stared me too.
I talked to her but her voice sounded like an echo.
When I told myself,” I am willing to bear her brunt”,
Only then, I realized that I am on the waterfront!

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Hungry Heart

HUNGRY HEART




		I thirst for a pinch of your affection,
		For every caring emotion
		For the absence of discrimination
		And for the presence of cooperation



		I long for loving whisper
		For a helpful, utter
		For the ignorance of anger
		And for the vanishing of danger



		I starve for a plate of love
		For the disintegration of sob
		A spoon of laughter, can I have?
		A glass of happiness, can I rob?



		I am losing a lot of part,
		I am looking for a missing art
		I am hoping for a beautiful start.
		For I am nothing but a hungry heart!


01232004----06:28 am

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Useless Repentance

Useless repentance


		
I let love passed me by
	Giving nothing but a bountiful sigh,
	From the very moment, it said “HI”
	I immediately shout goodbye!


It was there only a heartbeat away
	But I never let it stay
	Even for just a day
	Instead, shone it with a dark ray


Only because I am afraid to be hurt
	I’m scared to see my heart with dirt
	Am I that stupid?
	Because I neglect the arrow of Cupid


And now that I am ready to love a man
	I feel that in his heart I’ll be ban
	What a heart-bleeding punishment!
	But do I have the right to repent?		




01172006---01:22 pm

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Jester

JESTER


	I act in a quizzical manner
	Speak, like a joker
	But nobody could ever try to discover,
	That I’m just a smile-borrower

	I used everything as a sort of merriment,
	I’ll never stop though I’ll be an asphyxiating object
	But if someone will calk my mouth with gravel,
	I’ll thank him, for in silence I longed to travel.
	
	I rest by…
	Making a needless jest,
	You tell me that I’m the best
	‘Cause I made you forgets the test.

	I will always be a merry-andrew;
	A guffaw’s crew
	And grin is always on my body’s menu
	But joy will forever be missing in my heart’s quarto.

	You always hear me laughing
	But never heard the echo of my heart which is totally suffering,
	You usually notice me smiling
	But never see, my tears falling.
	
	All what I am wearing is a kind of guile,
	I used these just to walk some mile
	Yet, I am wishing than even once in a while
	I can wear a genuine smile.
	
	I will be lost in my sanity
	If no one will try to help me
	‘Cause I really want to be,
	That JESTER that you always see in me!


0902004 --- 03:16 pm

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The Painter

The painter




Everything on earth is a part of a big canvass,
From the light to he very vast
This very moment and even the past,
You, do you know until when they will last?

Yeah, God is our very own painter,
He puts life to the heat of summer
Meaning, to the wind of winter,
Mystery, to the temperature of water

However, His style no one can unfold.
What did He use in the chain of gold?
What kind of line did He pick for the heavy load?
Or, what texture did He choose for our skin when we grow old?

How did He manage to make the moon perfectly?
Even the sun, which shines brightly,
What kind f medium did He buy,
That brushes something in our heart when we die?

What do we call the hue that keeps us alive?
How do we address the color, which allows the fishes to dive?
Is it only one or more than five?
Is it like the one from the ancient tribe?

Tell me,
All what you feel and see
Come on, if you don’t mind hand me the key
Because I wanna discover the whole story
	
The key—I guess no one has it,
Because forever it will remain a secret
Simply because no one has ever met,
No one on earth had ever seen the painter who drew us this BEST!



06082006---08:25 am

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Dusty Love

Dusty love



I’m so tired of being alone,
Sick of crying, then you gave me home
Not just a house wherein to stay,
But a heart that will avoid me to went astray.


Yet I’m shivering and so I fear
To see you turning your back my dear,
So if you want to do your final wave
Don’t utter goodbye, just leave!


Hanging in a hope that you’ll not be gone for so long 
Isn't bad; no, it’s not wrong!
Here is my song, hear its death-defying song,
Before you go along


So lone I am, it’s easy to say
Sad again, I am today,
With no one to talk to, and no one to trust
Why do you have to love me, yet filled my heart with nothing but
dust!




01122006---10:13 pm

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Vanishing Home

Vanishing home






Father is not here
Mother is not here
Overflowing with tears; filled with fear,
I am designing the mask I should wear



My dreams are sticks of imagination
My wishes are candles of delusion
I know that we both have our own mission
But is yours, is to offer me a deadly potion?



I envy you for having a good home,
Not because you sleep in foam
For I don’t know what does the word family means?
Because mine, had faded like blue jeans.



Vanishing home, that’s all I have,
Soaring away like the wild dove
Fate hid my home; my happiness had been rob
So, kindly offer me a pinch of love!


01192004----04:14 pm

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It Might Be Lonely To Be You

The world seems a huge dump site
The air is darker than the night
Habitually in the street, there are fights,
So how would you feel if these were—caught by your sight?


Peace is nothing but a pinch of soil,
Brotherhood—just a drop of oil
Are these the creatures that you’ve mold?
So did you feel when they exchange you in a piece of gold?


Lives can be sold and buy,
Preachers, speak a bunch of lie
They can’t greet you, even with a simple Hi,
So how did you feel every time they bade goodbye?


Oh God, if your people have horns instead of halo,
If they laugh when their companion is in sorrow
Forgive me if I tell you without so much ado,
That it might be lonely to be you! 


06062006---02:14 am