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Muse of My Writing

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O! there goes my seeking gull

My muse, precious gem, carrier…

In disquietude I have waited

The world is too much to occupy

Inspiration fading into thin smoke

My mouth has gone sour

Heart beats, soaked in blood

Rythm of thirst in my throat

Fly, fly, fly…..

Sing songs of meditation

Into my belly, fill it with words,

Which inspires, Voices out from my mouth

Imprinted down without repetitions

I soar with you, recognizing the weight of encumbrance

Be damned, bonfire needless to say

Syncopation air flow the words into my being

whole I am again, my soul which grew dark

Is filled with songs of the wind

Deep into the sea, I find my bond

Gush out to the surface

Which flows back into my burnt hands

Concurrently I put down the writings

So that I can live again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I Am Profound

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I am me

Sperm cells saw their course

Egg cells were introduced

They ran a race of life

Meeting to evolve into a form

Development inaugurated

My mother told me that I would be beautiful

My father told me that I woud be great

I blossomed in the belly

I couldn’t withstand the smallness within any longer

I told mother I was ready to face the world

She pushed me out in pain

I was scared but eager to see what awaits me

I saw strange faces with funny expressions

They had layers on it with different shapes

And I knew they were my parents

 

All I wanted to do

Was to emerge stronger

To face the fierce universe

To be profound in all ramifications

To be a scholar of great eminence

 

I am me

Grown into proportion

A stronghold to my generation

 A conqueror in the age of consent

A shining star never to fade

Walls cannot stand against me

Authority in high places bow

A carrier of cognitive content

I am found.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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House of Dramatic Events

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The strange house stood still,

Deserted on the lonely scrupulous hill,

Surrounded by large mass of water,

Splashing violently against the granite stones.

 

Deep inside the dark passageway,

Were strange sounds of no description.

Emitting from the sparkling rocky wall,

Blurred smoky faces emerged from within,

Mouth wide open hideously,

Cries echoing from them.

 

A secret compartment with inscriptions,

Never been opened by a soul,

Since the existence of the newcomer,

Stared narrowly in diminishment.

 

Dramatic hollows of spotlight,

Danced around a creepy figurine ,

Shades of bright light,

Reflecting from the shadows.

Objects moved back and forth,

No wisdom of any being,

Is yet to crack the drama,

That exist timelessly,

In the strange house.

 

 

 

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Gone with the wind

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A mysterious wind is blowing out there,

It carries along with it mysteries yet unknown,

Whomever is not strong enough to withstand it,

Would be gone with the wind.

Gone with the wind - eddaz

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

The figure that carries it, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes,

because that is the way to her heart,

The place where love resides – Audrey Hepburn

gone with the wind

 

 

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Crises – Get a Grip

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C- Corruption

R-Raping

I- Idolatary

S- Slavery

E- Ending to life

S- Self Destruction

 

Crises everywhere, unlimited…

Why,Why,Why…

In the homes.

Nations not excluded.

Financial Crises in organizations.

Marriages crumbling.

Dwell not  on it.

It’s heartbreaking…

Are they the signs?

Has the world come to an end already?

In the process?

Will CRISES come to an end?

Is it the norm?

The turmoil,

We are breathing in pain

Wonder what we are exhaling.

Play the music of peace,

To renew our soul.

The children, OH, the children,

What are they looking forward to?

PEACE-Stability-Growth-LOVE

Crises get a grip.

This post is in response to the one word prompt. Crises.