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With our eyes closed we take a step Walk with the principalities that destroys normal That will only see evil in the sight of good How we live; We smile with the devil and eat from the same bowl We accept the outcomes With our eyes closed we see no evil With our ears blocked we hear no evil With our mouth shut we say no evil We give no hope to the wicked And do not fuel their…

I’ve never been scared of death but lately fruits and vegetables sits well in my blender. The nights are called young but they grow rapidly, I’m not a morning person but these days i hear the morning bird sing. There use to be many ways to die in a day but I’ve forgotten the skill and it stings my brain of its thought so I speak of it not. The desire to be here is blooming and I see the…

I am dying and this isn’t a poetic bridge and not a musical hook but in plain words, I am withering and soon I will bow out. These are words and speeches I know you never think of waking up to because I am full of life and have more days to trade, having all these fights and fall in love all over again. I have played my cards well in fixing back my falling parts and making it look same but you…

I’ve got a big heart to find hope in tiny placesTough skin to find patience in the stormAnd when it rains I fill my buckets A kiss on the forehead means loveAnd I outrun its banksA hug means home that’s what mama taught meAnd I open my doors for the comfortThe places I visit remembers meBecause I leave there with memoriesWhich turns tears for the longing of many more For the day we call love,…

Today, my heart almost gave up on me and my mind has been wandering and dancing to issues tunes for days now. The poet in me asked will I be remembered when this opened door of afterlife shuts, will the thoughts that were squeezed from this broken soul mend the wounded ones, will the inks that flowed the surface of the canvases still hung on walls of tomorrows, will the soulful and celestial…

There’s this place of amusement but visited through resentment The courageous persist And the hopeful anoints

On the first day of love Your figure invited me But your heart gave me a home Your smiles and cries reminds me That we are on a journey With numerous paths

On the second day of love The stream flows gently The river flows rapidly The Stillwater is seemly On this day we join forces And flow into…

Speak to the millions around us that in this moment the world saw us but it was never us

If you meet her tell her she is a tree with roots soiled and her branches are what the world sees I’ve watched her from a distance and blessed my eyes with grace my heart with desire a feeling I shiver and melt like ice kissing the sun.

I want her like the sunrise Begging to shine But she’s not mine to take