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Something inside me
cries out for you,
so many times, that…
When I step back
for less,
I back into more
I run,
but I run into,
not away from
Even when I close my eyes,
I still see
Somewhere, in the darkness.
I must quickly read
These library books.
They’re almost due.
Do not expect me
Right now to speak …
Least of all to you.
Starlight, star bright:
Where’s the star I
Could see tonight
If it weren’t for
That damned streetlight?
It is to my beloved
who showed the heaven in this earth
who gave the wine of glee in her lips and
who gave herself to me to my life
It is to my beloved
My every bits of breath loves her love
My every seconds of life speaks her depth of love
My every walk of life remembers her so
It is to my beloved
I can hear her voice in the midst of huge crowd
I can see her face though I am far away from her
I can talk with her though she is not in this earth hence
It is to my beloved
Change
By Alexander Duque
We couldn’t change the world into new,
But we could always close our eyes pretend.
Wars in this world will never end,
Young lives will be perished,
Then after will be cherished.
Proclaim you’re a healer,
You’re nothing but a sinner.
Liberty trying to seek,
End as fowl rotten meat.
Pride trying built,
Deeply nothing but guilt.
Soldiers of fortune,
I feel sorry for your misfortune.
A disgrace to humanities,
Some people get strung out.
She got stung out.
Getting high from the pain.
Bliss and misery holding hands.
As she cuts into her flesh.
Loving and hating the pain.
Scars of new and old.
Skip down and around her body.
Watch as the razor bites into her.
Lies cover her from head to toe.
Screams can’t be heard.
Tears of shame can’t be sought.
Rage encouraging her.
Whispering into her ear.
Wanting more and more.
As light turns to dark.
Washing away the blood.
Like you and me.
So strong yet so fragile.
Holding secrets inside.
Hush-hush.
Closed off to you and me.
Never knowing what’s inside.
Till the box opens up.
Cram it to full and it will break.
Made by hands unknown.
Analogy of the cardboard box.
Like you and me.
Welcome to this land
to acquire the seventh sense
It is inadequate to us
to live with peace and all comforts
The narrow and croocked thoughts
have made this world as a hell
Come! and join with us for shaping this globe with love
six senses of men are went back to money so
empty rules this planet for a long time
Stand against the empty and create a new to
keep this planet with wet and cool
Weeping for other’s pains and their death and
giving life for other’s glee and grace.