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Come. me. come. you.
What an immalleable moment
Oh , Twelve days twelfth night
Make me a victim
of this true surrealism
Come. me. come. you
Commemorating the anointed
In yule, we found yuletide
In Bethlehem we found a world
To the world wisdom rode
On horses stuffed with roses.
Candle lights or cannons?...
Oh my, angels!
This bliss they have come to grasp
'What a nifty memento!'
_Hail virgin Mary,_
this she has conceived
Amid procastinations, colluders
hence, time dealers and connivers
Yet, he be gratified, Him and the spirit
~gold is evil!~ for man is clothed gold
Or man is mischievous otherwise sold
Man is dark-light, betrayal is may
Be him altruistic, selfless, patriotic
All these shall flee, for man is greed
Whencesoever, birth untold, time on hold
feelings unfold-
by messianic prophecies unknown
He died! Aye! he twice did- yet
he lives by the soul, until he returns again..
He felicitates with us, the holy masses of Christ
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Took a glance above the skinny blank-pane
Gladly could tell when it 'l indeed not rain
The moon humps with the sun, a pain.
Wild wind rants, while the carriers pant
Not minding displays on a rare podcast
And the utterances from a mere forecast
Blessed be the God's eye
Angrier the world looks- aye
The moon has come before îts time
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Share me love- brethren
This national cake- I want
'coz it might go sour
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I'm sleeping banana leaves
Who sprout at your summon
For every liquid led onto my sleeves
I'm a wandering savannah breeze
long gone, at your beck..
shelters 'r abode from heat, lays you with warmth
I am a Manky lanky little corgi
who barks at ur call
for every liquid that bled onto your tongue
I'm a saney pacific ocean
would pacify your appeal
eventhough I'm that menace of salty flood
I'm a naughty hinglish slave
who enjoys every slash and splash
of drowsy-rage I cleanse at your wrath
I'm a wimpy castrated eunuch
I do know what it is to crave pain
And feel guilt from ones you most envied
I'm a randy fanny scavenger
would rather die by sliced flesh( a pound for you)
than watch u bleed from your naked fingers
I'm a livable and inseparable day and night
would be sorry when i appear in sleeps
And nowhere to be found during your wake
I'm a lonely forgettable yesterday
would be your memories
even when not with you in the farthest future
I'm a skeptic unwelcomed vandal
would make you aware of my scandal
damages I 'ld cause to us and ways to solve 'em
I'm this shady pool of words
fetch them from my lips
and I 'ld never abstain from your plight
I am a reliable and forgivable adam
Would betray you conventionally
Cos you have a heart which forgives me
I'm our sizeable and amiable human
Who give these memories
And take them with a kiss when I leave
I'm their crude revelatory dream
Would like you to hold on to me tight
Eye to eye, detect my lies
I'm your little irreplaceable Mr.right
Whenever you leave for tomorrow
Tell your spouse I was never wrong but only at night
I'm a lovely and beautiful you
You 've been that pride of living
Need I say my strength, weakness and muse
I'm your only and inconsistent world
Those aliens may come
What 'ld you tell them?
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Your heart is so frail
if not for the sake of lust
trust, it 'd be lost
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.. and these distrustful thighs
From this heart that shan't lie
Lips that shan't diss
Eyes that shan't blink
Hands that succumb will
Lord save me
From those things that tangle
Ones that dazzle
Like the moon it tussles
I do nothing but muffle
Make my body rumble
No choice but cuddle
For 30 shekels of silver
Or 100 agarot to ease her
Lord save me
Since you've made me
I was ok with my ribs getting aged
Lord save me
From this slippery hair,
On a sleepy head
which illuminates not
But we slumber thus
.. in cleavage that torments
She that ensnare
this apple that we ate
From that which was forbade
that I can't evade
Man is greed
This paradox he found
Lord save me
Paradise i lost, she I found
Where will I be hence?
Her tanks won't let me rest
Like paradise it tents
Now 'me awaits my comeuppance'
What is next..?
Banished to hell
Or what do you call earth?
Another chance they said
More sins or less?
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Take me on heels
upon these frail hills
Which has no end to what I feel
Take me around time
'n its supersonic chime
Believe me, there's no limit to mine
Take me to the heartbeat
harnessed with mine
An aura I get from its chime
Too much of this gust for you
In me, is just too much a drought-
Frightened am I
Dwindling and revolving
Around your chime
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...
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.....if you truly searched and found me not
for five weeks.
I'm sorry 'cos..
I fed little or no poetry.
stories are meant for the tellers
this, as accorded :
my muse bled painstakingly
I wasn't just robbed
my gadgets were too.
At first, I spoke like a goon
identity forgone, fear has risen
on my scale of actions.
Even though the mirror hurts
later found the reincarnated me
feeling once more, the childhood I left.
Assault in rounds of slap
beaten to pulp, factually , no bandages .
my diary explains more while time lapses
indeed it was a witness
I nearly lost my mind
after loosing some utterances
Cat and dogs ran, I feared to live.
They dare not come to my rescue
I'm no tatterdemalion! non adheres,
some thought I was begging for alms,
left inbound like a stray ?? .
Thank holiness,
pejoratively, there exists no male urchin
I was there in the street, weeping like a stream
still, they believe the gold digger hath come.
Men ain't faulty,
little do they know about faults
even I lost all hope
here I am, life is still
my naked ??
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MAN;
I was all doom and gloom in the zoom
when the past second died,
A man surely has kicked the bucket
I was told, but I shan't believe
If so, when will I give up the ghost?
Fear;
This one is less romantic, young me
which mob will moan me- then let's all die
If not, its just me - on a beach.
This laudable slayer, I desecrate not
I yearn for your empathy, eh, less pity on me
Time;
your dear friend and his frostiness
I feel more sympathetic, I feel your pain.
Your kin and kindreds, all gone - just the fierce
and yourself to mend the rest.
History is fisty, misery is misty
And Death;
fie upon you amid all good
mirth you haven't given, some you've taken,
When all hope is done, you we shall demand of.
To me, guffaw not, for all you have not
Your soullessness is beleaguered, immortality renders you unhinged
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*Beasts of burden*
Then I couldn't grapple the hand
that held onto what I hinged upon
Never 'ld, instead I reached for its head
Mortal-minded, neither soldier nor lord
or rather, faux,feeble, too torn
Long I stood, living in graced faith
Nature denied me a knife or dagger
But a soldiering destiny waited for death
at hefty times when all didnt query, yet,
these souls ran Godly errands afar
In the morning we equally laid tiredly
Thought I was gone too long to return-
nooks 'n crannies, moonlit-sanity.
Me, death with feud on a bale of hay
discreetly left on a tomb for liason
Strongly gave out , solely a sacrifice
We passed!, Feute'de'mieux, to die
looked down as far as I could, just ice
under the haystack, I failed to age.
Death entertains beyond prying eyes
*(LANCELOT)*
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