Wine From The Cask

A wish fluttered in my heart,

A desire soon to be fulfilled.

There's a grace she carries in her beauty,

They belong in the heart, in the superior guild.

I look into her heart,

The beauty I read gave me realization;

A fine lady, with warmth and good at the core,

Covering no picture of physical description.

Her beauty taught me what eyes are,

And the words that create a poem;

The story is engraved and made immortal,

Unfurling untold takes in an exquisite rhythm.

Unwittingly intoxicating,

Words pour out like wine from a wooden cask.

Drunk on stories and high on poems,

I fall on her lap with a million stars to dusk.

Leaking and dropping,

It fell on me, feeding me peaceful sleep.

I drowned, died, and was resurrected;

I was dragged to a side unfathomably deep.

Bright like a crowns smile,

The charm turned my world around.

In it, grey sky spoke of her fair face and soft hands,

Rain spoke of the happiness we both found.

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Silent the Monster

The clock strikes the time but you are still awake, Thinking & thinking about the day that awaits. Where you stand on the bridge in stillness & fear, For the monstrous scream that driven you here. Beneath you is a murky firth, between the two ends complain, The oceans you spun and you must sail strong. Your mind would be against to sail, But your heart should tell you to prevail. To be stronger but lighter than ever again. Hold on for the euphoric, Endured to conflate the numb prosaic. Silent the monster’s scream, To shine through the cold & dark dream. Triumph the battle over mysterious pain, Because there will be sunshine, no more rain. You can run away from the tears, Through the laughter of loved ones you must hear. You have all the right! And it is how the wounded souls bright. Cycle the storm until you drown, Push the thought of suicide away & and put the knife down. ---------------------------------------------...

Above The Empire

Onliest man who lay hands on self and figure fingers on behalf; With the fore and middle knuckled on the cheekbone; Is the god of thoughts, with a blade on my throat? Is it most of you, but, not always me? To get right I come to you; When I'm finna interview. When I'm finna party. When I must stunt, I come to you- So sometimes it's me the Lionheart, face like stones, Except when you are woebegone. Sometimes it's you who battles the whole hour, But I line up the empire. No matter how dark the eyes shrink and how the skin to the brink. No matter how soft my body or how many eyes find it and peel, When I walk in destiny, I am all above the empire.

Ramadan Kareem

I too dream, not with a greedy loft filled stomach, exhaustive daydreams Not like churl boss, not like rich beasts I dream like dead rivers do, of things lost, irretrievable, I dream of the future, a history of time incalculable. All living beings by birth are free to live on Earth, But since we had a breath; caged until the cupidity's lust. Awful are our bodies and caged are our souls, Chained we dream to live and die for the caged goals. The shackled humanity, drenched in hunger, poor and death. The lousy world is starving with inanition Renunciation of human sanity Decays the boats, roots and the waning moon. The world descended to the pandemonium But God was there, The Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful. Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness As the sea that enfold a brook That runs down to him, he enfolded me With writhe body and heartsore soul of despair Said, "Beggar woman who once had a home, Mother of drowned babies, su...

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