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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
Copyright © Basit Lateef | Year Posted 2016
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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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Share me love- brethren
This national cake- I want
'coz it might go sour
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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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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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Your heart is so frail
if not for the sake of lust
trust, it 'd be lost
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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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Your beauty is golden
rarely seen on the earth's face.
I might lose its worth
I'm rich in the pocket
Forgive me if poor by heart.
I might lose your worth
Together we can have the world
made of gold, lots and mines.
Truly, it's just for the eyes
Do me a favor -my love
is that of a poor man's love for gold
hate me only for what I'm not
I promise not to fail my heart-
not to fetch a drop from your eyes
If I do! Hate me for what I'm..
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*Notting else tastes so good
when
the elegant daylight is still at spree
When
the bloomingblossoms are yet to yield
When
the earth yawns 'may we live
..left to grin.
The hibiscus now smiles in sane,
the boozy sky and its lumps of bread,
cookies sigh at the work of death, deterred -
the lame birds sing not hence
Viking's wrath dare not heart
The long bone of time
..walks in the shadow of the broken head and still crept
Jamie lost his entire,not bravery, not for mirth,
we kept streaming o'er streams
My pending thought, bamboozle us not -
Oh! we have aged in days
He looks at me palely
Words cannot contain the dead,
Eÿes, teeth turn red, I'm ... chided
soul illuminated, don't dilly-dally -
His silhouette has no eye
It quarantined us in, before this, he did saw our way through
At the scorching noon (to)fro
he's our Jesus after dawn after rise
From the noisy grave yard to a mute stand
Like he's on a cross, we go by the strand.
I grab the first quencher
from the botched daylight sojourner
it I've seen, it'i'l live, just out of darkness
My thoughts I'll harness feverishly
These glories I've seen in arrears
On jamie's erratic face, painstakingly*
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If you need someone
I also needed one.
I felt then! Now you feel more of what I did.
Opt for me - like your coffee in the morning(7am)
Give a price while am princely priceless
your attention got an auction I can only make assumptions
Yeah, it's a long shot(9:27am)
We just met probably not at the junction
We might not stop there after a long walk(9:59am)
Since you like long talks.
You're right we are just new folks
Nothing else like the utensils on the plate, just forks
At the Basecamp here in Brussels
It's gonna be live on rocks.
On 0'clock we thick and ding-dong(12:00pm)
Yeah your eyes cant get off mine still tick-tocking
I kept on muttering the monosyllables "she()hot"
..............................Woke up and and like a bird "she()gone"
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