On the side of a road
When it is wanted
By two dogs
Broken out
A fierce
War
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It has seated me
And waited me longFor the flowersIt would bloombut night after nightI am deceivedMy only faulti am too much indulgentwith cheater hope
Strange Fear
Like people grow the seed of weedI wish I could share with youAnd that would have been betterBut if I could not out of strange fearAnd that too would not be unfair eitherSo I keep it in the rucksack of cloudAnd wait silently till it burstsIn my cell have grown some valuable thoughtsLike people nurture…
In the hope to get something
Licks the legs of unworthyThrows into the dustbinmerit and honesty
In the bank a boy
a splash in the pond
The saga of a disaster childhood
Without reason I used to be angryOut of jealousy among friendsI used to create bitter animosityAnd fell. Too, into a bloody bad habitTo believe who were unknown to meThough I had a heart full of curiosityBut they were all direction-lessAnd I had craving changes, tooBut I could not direct them towards success.
Let me wash your woe, pain and sorrow
as I have a heart like that of you stillget a dose of my love and carewhenever you get a chanceto be together butdo not bedishearten,whenI raise andtighten my eyebrows because of myshattered hopes: do not befrighten away when I harden my facedue to the situation, tight, I had to face, I accordwith you I…
Than flies,
Infect
The political sewers!
Accumulate manure
To fertilize
Their ties
With the Devil
And all that,
Abomination, lies
In dark waters
As nations are strangled
Made to disappear,
As all hope dies,
People strangled
By those who
With Hell have
Preferential, ties.
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Thoughts
Go into Poetry,So few are happy moments,The rest are painful memoriesThat cut you like a knife,So, can reading, writing poetryReally help you stay alive?
‘That hand,
All my life,That smileI never had’SaidThe frustrated,LoverAs clouds beganTo gather,And dreamsNo longer swamIn the lakesOf hidden passions.All had diedIn one last sighAs NightGave Life’s door,A great big slam!Without, compassion.
Love so counts,
In unlimited amounts.
To love beyond
Delight, that reallyMeans so much!As travelling oceansMeet the stars,So numerous,That even,Lonely Night,Paused,Hypnotized.A Love so deep,Beyond and pureThat even,In the morning SunThe angelsHad to stop,And bless itWith their sighs.
What are we?
Yes, youAnd all of us,Part devil, part angelWho will win?The combination of bothIs really, cutting it thin,Think about it,And please, try to doThe right thing!
Fans are dangerous things,
Which means ‘extremes’And we all know,What That brings!