Of eating our young
Of betraying the future
Of lying to the mirror
Of remaining in bondage
Of feeding our fears
Of constantly denying…
That God exists!
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runaway daughters
wearing Wall Street suits!
my four-legged soul,
gnashing, gnawing, tearing,and howling…baying at the moon.my four legged soulcan taste the feel,can feel the raw….inside the blood,inside the flesh.soul devours darkness,darkness devours light…..running wild, and free,drenched in the moment!my four-legged soul….
‘a man’s supposed to provide for his family…’
or working whatever job they can get,for half of what they’re worth.half-drunk, and pounding their fistsagainst the wall…(praying for a gun)i know how it feels to be trapped…dont tell me we’re not supposed to be angry!
it is of the blood,
that we walk…the blood that feels,and touches,the raw and the forbidden.it is of the bood,that we breathe, that we sweat,that we join,in moments of passion,great and small,in the simple and mundane.it is of the blood,that we drink, that we pray,that we wear…on lips parched and blistered,smeared over the doorway…the blood that takes back,that seizes the…
know that it’s falling?does the green leaf knowthat autumn comes?does the unborn childknow his mother’s face?does the murderer knowhis victim is himself?does the cloud knowthat the rain is needed?does the day knowit was born at night?does the peacemaker knowthat the bullets are his?does the liar knowthat the truth has won?does the lover knowtis only a…
i have no desire to be anyone’s echo…
original sounds in a sea of sounds,all composing silence!
is the battle to surrender
to that which was there
before all battles.
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Like the delighted stillness of the silence
from which come the momentsgraced by the specific; asthe scent of cherry blossom orthe petals of the plum;when what endures, is the messageand needs us as messengers.
Not death – no poem’s yet been writ
where everything, all that one knows of lifemust be surrendered, in the serviceof a brighter light, a brighter life…Only those who apprehend the soulin all her glory, must submitwhen time calls time, and there descendsthat total darkness of the mindwhich wipes out any thought of thingscreated; any sense of former life;any creature that might sayI’ve…
To ask a question beyond answering
and yet it may advance some reasoning,thus, other questions, real answers find:for instance: if a soul remains itselfand yet is re-embodied many timesuntil it is returned to perfect health,no longer grimy with our human crimes –how can we guess, in this life’s noble aim,what hideous past so slowly drags ‘our’ feet?And – if we knew…
How fresh the air is today.
as silently alive as the breezeplaying with the almond blossom.
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Kill
All;
Stop these cursed wars
Of massacre.
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RARe Stanza – Close And Far
MarsEarthCloseBirth,DissimilarTheir some features.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –6 Lines…
By flower garden once I was coming
Though I tried hard nothing did return,I saw people spoiling it;I ask about reasonsNone pleads for questions.About:Reza syllabic Verse (Edited, Revised And Additional Version) :– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Help one in need
in time from any side,Don’t help one in ill-doingit shall fell you in fatal crimewith other and all who sharing,Don’t help any one turns in deadit shall bring you which are too badwhen nothing shall give you a protect.
Only a star is in our solar system
Allah has created so many starsHow magnificent can be His empire?My mind neither can imagineNor can calculate with any machine,So my brain cannot but bow to HimFor the honor of That Unique Supreme,This is one of the causesWhy itself my brain to Him bows.
Fine
NiceThoughtsArts and crafts doLine after line.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Silo straw piles
A young ladAnd an old chap,To make some straw feedFor the cattle of their lord.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 5 January,2018
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Of Life in Beauty’s prime,
Ragged nations, tragic stations,
Blood of helpless in our path,
Greatest Crime of human wrath,
Never ending, never past,
Will you thus forever last?
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Can one measure
The distance of a starHow high is the sky,Why love is so far,Far away,Remembrance,LikeIn a dream that never was,That hardly stayed,Sand, slithering,Thru my fingers,As I stand aloneIn the desertAnd the Oasis,Of one day, isSo, so far away.
We’re all the same,
What’s in a name?The illusion, that we’reNot all the same,Nor play the same game,Of dishonor and shame.However,Politically speaking,I’ve concluded:Corruption is an infectionThat no politician has ever,Voluntarily, eluded.
No,
Fulfillment awaits,For those who have found it,It’s like livingIn an independent Star,No,Nothing else matters,Because,‘There you are! ‘And the whole World sings,And no matter how many thingsMay be going wrong,Love always heals,With its miraculous song.
Enraptured,
The Word Voyager writes,The real and the imaginary coincide,Sometimes collide,In a strange quarry of melancholy,feelings, freedom and pride.
Infused with the emotions,
I travel freely,Without pain, without fear,Knowing that Love Is,The only reason we are here.
Writing my life away,
Wish I were a bell or chime,Just to rest my heart, from Time,And the tyranny of rhyme.