Frozen
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From scalp to sole
our being turns cold,
frozen to the bone
while poems flee our center;
no torch to burn the darkness
we cannot journey the wind anymore.
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Unleash the apathy,
permit it shackle us.
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From scalp to sole
We don’t belong to the sector of pain
anymore…
Daily Wars
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Should we assemble our life
at the flotsam of useless wars
waged in the call of faith, hope?
Once more, we rise and consume!
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Stand; tumble, disintegrate
then, soar – we go back!
Our sores received’t strangle the lights
however explode in a whisper
of a thousand demise hearts.
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No subtlety inside the dying of a beatific smile,
the one we wore like satisfaction!
So, we could build lifetime
at the flotsam of vain wars,
vowing to grin
although the pieces of our souls skims!!!
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Pits
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Down, in the pit of this soul
the derelict stairs
lead to a hole
in which all of the poems are thrown,
slain, buried, forgotten.
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No sound whispers,
no voice sings,
only a snowstorm
dancing ceaselessly.
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No ray to scatter the darkness,
now not even one utter of persistence,
to wait for the sun,
when these stairs – liable to cave-in
are wrapped within the gossamer of pessimism;
down at the pit of this soul
lies a creature forlorn,
writing another poem
then, tossed it into pit.
Feelings
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The moon hides in your eyes
all the shades of love energized
while I waste my ammunition
on cold marble stars.
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I should point my gun at you,
kill you with my verses’ blues
but you seem to dodge every time
I aim at your heart.
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The moon shelters you
from my rhythm and rhyme.
Its crimson dye will paint the sky
when I have shot you
and your mesmeric smile
remains written on the clouds
forever to make you mine.
Courageous
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We shall not meet defeat with submission!
Nor will we well known it!
And we shall not bow all the way down to
indignation;
for that is our reign,
our throne, territory,
no margin for an overthrow;
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our galley will sink
never!
And in no way shall I succumb
to the charms of surrender;
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….Better clash with titans
than live for all time in splendour
of silence and fear
We shall upward push!
To Success!
Silence
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Fate has wielding its knife
earlier than our very very own eyes,
while the declining sun
burns the pallid skies.
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silent is that this life,
hopping at the blade of the knife;
manacled to the handle,
the destiny gives it a slight wobble
from time to time
we cave in,
falling on the glinting blade,
our lips, our cheeks frozen….
Masks
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We put our masks on;
exclusive sunglasses of happiness,
thick layers to cowl
the razing bitterness.
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And we smile
although, inside the bones – a shriek
however we all hold
a well-hidden madness
ready to be unleashed,
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but when we put our masks on
so the lunatic suffocates
below the layers of our faces
and the mirror smiles says –
Never give up!
