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(azdi404)ازدب404 قصيدة نثر عربية مع الموسيقى بعنوان (النهاية)

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Sign of Times
I have visions inkwells of colored raindrops for every mood ... collected from the breasts of clouds Rejecting my suggestions Pens shun scripting my story Pages dismantling its lines In protest Because I portrayed you as a villain Sign of times = I collected nectar from breezes pollinated from flapping butterfly wings A potion, Taken before I met you On this now gray side of the horizon I wanted to learn soft words that affect you to romance you on a vacation with some silly letters like this = seasons will deliver you letters from me by rain and falling leafs gusts of winds and a touch of cold in winter a warm breeze in summer leather bounded by seasons ends read them carefully where ever you look sign of times = sing a lullaby, sing the beginning because I don't know how it started I'll sing the ending ... I know how the curtain will uncurl I have an hour to spare to write my will dead men have nothing more to lose I couldn't finish our story that started the way I wanted so you script it the way victors do sign of times = It's time to go I can't delay it any longer just conclude it with a lullaby so sing to me cradled my last breath and gently lay it down carve a headstone in my memory dedicated to you, phrasing "it's the sign of times." Sign of Times =
Nightfall
It’s nightfall & I’m lost in the bewildered roads that never wanted to reach her. Lost in the empty hills from attrition with the night owls scanning the darkness Feeling the pulse of dawn. The sky is still in limbo About the memory of silence whispering About my sorrow that never filled a book words constantly spilling over the sides == The hunger of my poems on a plate My healing notions in a wooden cup. I’m dehydrating, and death is carrying his photo albums and coming over with a cup of his favorite mix, To take me to his kingdom of fear shamed & naked, To be buried an orphan in a plot. == An eulogy sung by the moaning roses The humming of prayers standing there with surviving dreams that could perish If the gray seasons arrive a little late. == But the roads never wanted to reach her she’s unforgiving so death is coming over early And I’m alone and too far from home. I’m hugging the darkness Feeling the pulse of dawn crawling over the hills. Pondering how things could have become In the miracle of silence. == for (F. Maria P.M.)
seven hours late my last seven hours falling off the clock scrapping down the wall bidding farewell. from blurred eyes gazing at a photo, it too, tethered to madness fading, slowly draining. all the lines and colors of you a blank white paper basin a last glance intoxicates whatever moves me. = if it's any comfort, I might want to hug my odes to you, with a broken cane, recite my blunders, stand on my crooked past, reprimand crippled fingers that did the deed, that caused you to be gone, a fruitless remedy, I can tell by the way I'm missing you. = peel the skin off reminiscing words, spilling on those dying days, wandering streets, pacing time away. take this guilty in an assassination to my wandering breaths, tempting something to adopt me. = wanting to be wrapped in sheets of musical notes, in tune with magnetic symphonies dedicated to this melancholy. show the love of god I heard so much about it. = but now I’m seven hours short that went searching for you in L.A. I’m seven hours late =

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Freak Healer
freak healer, Deja Vu dealer, I lay me down this beautiful mutilation, wanting sleight of hand healing explore this freak, contemporary medicine is a joke, some call it deformity, but you call it art I love your patronage. = Knock the voodoo doll off the wall spit the spells on me, light the fire, pin the sharpened needles hug that strange replica of me it suits me just fine call me back into you, I'm careful about what I wish for, my lovely freak healer = I'm at the kalfou crossroads, I was wrongfully laid with the saints, gravely bent out of shape because of the shades of my faith. = look at me down in this hole, bothered, tame the shapeshifter, it fears you, the shape of a killer = black magic fidgety bruised by failed castings, amend the breakdown nullify my failures, bless your heart, my sweet freak healer = mambo priestess initiate the rituals raise the spirits symbols mark the grounds pour the rum honor the dead zombies of me in block form stagnation, inquest a cure, negate your deed, call me back into you Like before, heal me, as I lay me down this beautiful mutilation, don't let me be what I am I want to be a reflection of your twisted intentions my adorable freak healer. =
Infancy
and I walked to the edge of everything in my infancy but nothing took me so low as you digging my grave as I grew into accepting what you gave to think I’ll leave you again in my high = being away from you is to ask what’s untying you from me this pestering sting in my heart every time I remember you = the fear in me is alive & fine about who will come into your bed after me fear in me is confined overwhelmed by you putting it to rest with misleading thoughts of high hopes pressing my mood = The fear is still here, the glow, the notion you away in lost miles, not returning something’s dying & it’s no one around me I’m still in my infancy the fear is still here all I need is your touch =
The Story of Amen
Dead inside here for 20-something years For being an unbeliever Waiting for a call Struggling for direction Searching my strange aliases Digging into my ancient feelings God is older But god is not helping me I’m all alone down here Amen
On the ledge of my pillow Suicidal thoughts About Being Old Past my prime Breaking a chain About being bold daring to find you My savior Amen
Chained by my own promises Falling from my grace Losing my crown of thorns Floating to the top Amongst the living To a nameless land Where you live Up above where god exists As they say Because he doesn’t hear me here Maybe up there? I believe Amen
I get closer to the center of gravity I hear a laughter I see a smile I feel loneliness I see the light blending eyes assimilates into my world Leading me I’m listening Is it an illusion? But why care? I answer Amen
I heard you Calling underneath your breath Shadows have been waiting For your heart not to be taken But for mine to be given A sacrifice For one more day I can hear the call I answer Amen
I breathe red oxygen. I confessed the dirt I bred I redeemed life absolute I broke the cast It’s time to go Deactivate the pause I’m semi-free Amen
I’m waiting But you’re far away I’m waiting anyway I heard the shadows steps I heard my name called for a scapegoat I’m answering Amen
Will we cross paths again? See eye to eye? For a moment to recognize This broken man in a tomb Or brush me off? Omens, breaking my thoughts. I’ll never betray This is the moment Amen
I hear footsteps The edge of the door swinging Feeling a shadow of warmth Receiving a vibe The lights dimmer Silence engulfed the room Holding words captive Trapped my breath A flicker of flame ignited I’m alive Amen
No matter what it may bring Fame or shame I broke the chain Not to be afraid Dropping my cloak of fear So speak your mind I’m at a crossroads Amen
However I may be judged At last, I believe I will be set free To live or die I’ll vindicate myself I’ll breathe I accept what’s pronounced wholeheartedly with an Amen
God is alive and here. But he’s too Late So Amen to you (elsee) Amen
dying sequence
This is becoming the end My love for you is dying All the things I touch dissolve and your face is fading slowly How many times I’ve told you to come and save this thinning = One more night isn’t saving it Two more kisses aren’t enough Three more words aren’t stopping the hemorrhagic in my heart, baby love there’s just too much pretending going on, for it to work like it is supposed to. = We’ve deceived the silver lining enough. We don’t shine in those moments like we used to Do you have something else in mind? = Call it by name where are all those mighty men that dreamt about you? Where are all your dreams going now? trading what you have for what you want, = while I have everything you need as a sacrament expires. this is becoming the end, in this strange dying sequence. =
Oh Satan
Come and remedy the flaws of your plans To entrap her, At least a prayer for the dying Innocent parts of me. = oh Satan Come over and waste away with me I’m not over-dramatizing listen to her recite epic ballads of fallen mercenaries, Revelations & Invincible vibes, it doesn’t look good to me just gloom & haze.... = Can you feel her hovering over me Whispering in my ears “It feels good again.” Can anything else be this good? To be the chosen tortured one? I wasn’t careful in choosing my battles. = Oh Satan What have you done to me? Did you dare to conspire, I thrust into her all of me I thought I was enough Now I’m just another carcass left behind I can tell by the way I miss you. = Sanity is on a stroll, thinking things over, Voices of the past crowded behind tree lines echoing, Queuing me what to say I’m isolated in the cycle of vicious years = Oh Satan I was supposed to be your mighty sword I was supposed to be the foolproof plan What a coward now that you are I lost her & you failed me. = Suddenly I know what it’s like to live in the past I know what a bleak future means I know what a last wish means I now know what it’s like to be disconnected = Oh Satan so run until you find me by the edge of anything untie me from this knot and let me be my own = never tear me apart from myself let me choose my suicide something I can claim my own I’m on the road roaming the freeways there’s no turning back when I meet the perfect stranger in silent lucidity =

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what I see
I can write about you If you want just break me inside activate a capsule to the victor goes the spoils just like before It feels like a new religion you come as an epiphany as I've never known you = come and see my blind cane leisurely walking me come and see what's mine a secret in everyone's heart a tumor divided shoved from my breathing end to whatever I wished for became my fear the other side of me a drenched spark splashed by hate clay molded to preserve me = a kindred from you the first wave of truth code of silence came packed in dead asleep last words, a swan song on a broken record skipping notes hinting where you float in mysterious ways = up in the arena's stands a finite to farewell a slim chance of a hello I'm lost in more I have the big dipper to guide still, I lost your address = lost for words I've longed to tell you I've been lost & found in you this is a chapter's end as I see it never mind what I feel =
train station
It can’t wait for you, It’s five til midnight I’m here with a cup of morning coffee at the oriental express station a crowd of one. = I’m dreaming out of sync Scattered like smoke in the wind leaving me as you left me just the shells of memories, with a promise of coming back in my luggage. = Slave to a rhyme on a line in a book, stones to throw away, the beat of my voice killing the call to send you a smile, before the train departs in slow motion. = my next stop is that open field by the geyser, by the old faithful, deserving my time, something lonely like me. =
live the lie
Crystal balls smooth the wrinkles of time to feel and gradually know what it's like to live..... I dreamt of questions I didn't want to be... I rode through a place called heaven but I couldn't stop for the scenery... I smelled the breeze, but it wouldn't stick to my senses just a couple of miles away from my headstone to be freed to be okay again, needing to be. I've meant to be spiritually born to reign under a sky, to shine as a sacrifice and then... I could get close to you, to begin the life of a lie… again to find the truth of you. ==
Juice
I rushed the river of belief Scooped a palm full Washed my mouth to call her name
On the outside I shared my skin with some sun stretching blank canvas sheets like Picasso .... drag your fingers on it drawing with liquefied pain, leaving me to cure alone under the 3 p.m. Sun.
On the inside I was hiding in a nameless shack I named it melancholy gray an omen of what's to come, hoping for better days if she came to me, Juice from her lips is all I needed For a rush of blood to the vines, nourishing purpose to my infant lyrics.
Juice stagnated in her head must be stirred, not shaken sinking her dagger teeth in me for the perfect dose. let it flow; let me feel it, coming back again. It's the charged current stinging the flesh. That lays us down, focused drunk & oblivious to the outside.
With all I have left, I rise I rush again to the river of belief crossing the threshold of pain that's lying on the side Scooped a palm full Washed my mouth to call her name … (elsee)
DEAD
crazy about you that’s the rumors eager to devour you a glooming light in the susceptible side of my head = a jab in my face, you, loving the other man shun so strong it broke the walls of my devotion to generate hatred I Have one for myself to share with you = Loving you is as much equal to hating you a new pledge an ominous birthdate = poisoned rays side effects you cause exposed skeletons in me love’s a seed plant one in me = I’m out of skin covering mistakes paving ways for you, you’re just a stroke of good luck gone wrong ignored or despised still tethered = I love you in my sight still, I hate you when away I love you as I bleed needing you on this side among the living dead =

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disease
under my skin, I can stir my disease lay on me a sheet or two of letters I wrote you on the other side of the moon, for a while to drown well, you could smile at my useless happiness, It's a troubled time when it's turned on not far from your bed, baby = it's unmistakably your aroma, I try to get myself a little nirvana, when I sit on your porch during a holiday watching you in the park, out on the plains on this groom less make-believe wedding day = I watch you from my car window at the red light romancing everyone's dream around you except mine, wrapped in lamb skin, waiting for my turn; there is so much to talk about = the things you walk around and it's holding me back now because it's getting so much clearer in the rear-view mirror as I drive away with my disease -------
beauty sleep
pour me a shot of jack
to numb my delusional fingers
from burning pages of lost time.
=
tear a piece of my mind
seat it by the table sun,
gaze at the pine-trees
I borrow patience from the feeble
waiting for you.
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you, getting your beauty sleep,
on the bed of my illusions,
with candy alarm clocks,
singing "you're a small wonder baby,"
the steady rhythm of your breathing
breaking into my world, stories of being tired,
running with the wild pack of crazy secrets,
hijacking my nighttime killer kiss.
=
in the palm of your curled fingers
I'm waiting for you to wake up
to tell what wonders you saw,
little do you know,
you're a small wonder by yourself, my love
=
I miss you, like the stalled time
that's trying to move on,
still waiting for you to wake up
from your beauty sleep
=
for Maria
2003