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grams of silence
weighted in the slender arch
the palm prior paths
Octavius's oath hastened
on light glistened gurney
the slim lines translucent
like serpents rising
administer
admittance
pinch me
I'm alive
fighting
buried in the gauze
realms
and fog mines
How is it every time, I awake
I find the sleepy world
all my accepted friends are snoring
and when they come on line
they will not find
me active and alive
so Likes they will leave for me
to count and strive.
keep snoring gals and guys
life is so boring
sleep and death are akin
long, silent and snoring
I just woke up from slumber
to realize
death is no surmise
a deafening long eternal sleep
from which none does ever rise.
that is for real
but no surprise
The fasting month has come to pass
now it is time to celebrate Idul Fitri
weaving memories of happiness
as we visit the homes of loved ones
rejoicing in the moments of bliss
Tears of joy spilling, washing away
a mountain of past sins.
Praise Allah for all his blessings
as we embrace one another
in the spirit of togetherness,
acknowledging our wrongs
to heal broken ties
and to form a stronger bond
formed by love, faith and unity
My dearest Raven
fairest flight of them all
will you make shelter
in the face of the squall
or shall you break wing
like browning leaves in fall?
My dearest Raven
shall I cast thee a spell
to stave you from flying
through the fires of such hell
or shall you burn black
like oil fired from the well?
My dearest Raven
feared pilot in the air
shall you feed your young
with the odds tilted from fair
or shall you become prey
like site faking a stare?
How could you not forgive me?
My heart was laid bare to your eyes
Then you shook my dreams asunder
Making nightmares of their plan.
Now you need me to forgive you
That you have returned tail between legs
It should never have been, this love song
Where you wrote the words to suit your ways
We must now drift as gossamer strands
That they in their flight will hold a purpose
I feel we should rebuild another life
Outside of our touch of fraught feelings
Stereotyped fire games;
Some set afire,
some sit at the fire,
barbeque's on,
in Gaza.
You ought to celebrate
a new dawn
ere the wasp had come to warn
the dire need of virus infection
inflation
with no explanation
twas your lucky day
man
here's a toast in my hand
so now stand
o man!
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while you have no exposure to the www ... to show
who have and who won't...
till you broaden your vision...
on the Internet by more explosion
He sat
focussed on the questions
of life
determined not to get up until
he had the answers
A dark, dense shadow
seeped out of his body
and stained the earth
He became a light source
for millions to be guided by
for two and a half millennia
Written on 30/03/2008
A woman who works for Médecins Sans Frontières
tells me how she and others battle on
despite the constant setbacks.
She says it can take a day sometimes
to travel twenty miles, on sand or mud.
They know supplies may not arrive on time
but every moment's precious
such are patients' needs.
She says that people die quite often
after treating them for weeks or months
as if such tragedies came with the job.
petal hued skies
the threat of rain
bureaus
waiting for transcripts
of yesterdays wants
in the darkness
the dreams roam
called in
by the hunger
of their want
the fill of color
in the vision
the tragic
misses
the flaws
that create
the masterpiece
of longing
and here
beneath
the static
of the breeze
there is discovery
in each step
each breathe
arriving
arriving
in each
gentle
departure