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Fade Away

Lover,

 

It's been countless days since you left me,

And I know that… 

 

Like seashells dancing in the ocean

the tide that brought you in,

Came back and swept you away. 

 

Like clouds drifting in the sky, 

The wind that carried you in, 

Carried you past me and far away.

 

But it is the touch of time Lover,

The same hands of the clock that brought us togeth...

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Never be forgotten

The metamorphosis

was a planned operation,

and everything they did

went as smooth as silk,

but what they didn't expect

was the abominable reaction

of the normally patient, decent people,

the bile and the caustic outbursts,

all of the hate that spewed out

into the space around them.

Shocked, they fled and hid in the hills

until the tumult had died down.

They coul...

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Mid January

entry picture

 

No one else can judge me

Only God who reads hearts

People have abused me

When I reach fake of the facts

 

If you believe you're the master

And you can judge and lead

Surely you lose the only factor

That keeps you faithful indeed

 

Leave me alone fair and simple

I have to forget tens of lies

You should break your false temple

Wake up please .. open your e...

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Misplaced Memory

Minds mould cannot always bend to the will - Look!

A blur of surreal reality:

it’s vivid, a memory, a means 

but travel through years 

and maybe it’s a dream,

or the worst fear:

(for the youth with infantile stretch marks to hear)

Forgotten.

For the youths with flat ironed flesh and barely dogmarked ears,

what we all fear

 is to forget.

Tell the boy with the newly ...

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