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26/M Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being--not a slave's--coursing through his veins. - Anton Chekhov
Can you Listen quietly To the heart beat of A caring, Gentle melody Coming from someone Can you hear that? Because I know Who can But He only have one friend Not peace and calmness Only silence He doesn’t listen to anyone Only silence No one understand him Only silence Hours, days, years until death He lives with silence One day he met someone A woman He was loved. He was forced to hear Her lovely rhythm And sweet sound He listen silently To feel Those echoes Vibrating on his bone And the compassion and Genuine intention She shows to him A sound of love Produce sweet loud noises Orchestrated Music to his ears He dance to it More than you do The sound of a woman’s love
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
Chapter IV – How the Ungifted Hear
Everyday He shows me his Folly smile And sparky Gullible eyes Without stain of shame. He’s innocent mind  knows how to imagine But learns nothing Without stain of shame. However he knows how to value Things seem plain and simple He makes it incredible That brings overwhelming joy Tender and playful heart An innocent mind that always wonder But attention that not last a second What’s wrong with other people? Sometimes he ask his mother My child you are different from others Keep your heads up look above Know your worth No matter bad they say to you It is not true You cannot be judged by anyone Except you People, animals and non-living Don't judge but understand them by heart Appreciate what you are seeing You may find me there when you feel alone If you smile I will smile back Then I will hug you and shower you with my love Words gave by his Mother He treasure it forever Then life challenge him Judge and hurt his feeling He doesn't fluster Remembering his Mother’s words Bring him strength and greatness It protected his peace and happiness That cannot steal by someone else Even others inflict pain to him Still he shows compassion To anyone around him He still give them genuine smile And good laugh that they will not convey why Because He surely knows Appreciate things even those simple He’s grateful More than you do
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
Chapter III – How Ungifted Appreciate
Life is unfair I’ll tell you He’s really unfair. But he’s not selfish and cruel Good to few. He prosper Those who cling to him He’s generous To those who ask But still Unfair. To everyone. Out there.
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 4:55 AM UTC
Chapter I – The paradox of the Giver
I’m a sweet guilty feeling to the soul Some says a cure to choler’s disease Either to you or your enemies I’m not meant for everyone. The wise thoughtfully call me when it’s needed For the fool I’m a necessity to be fulfilled And when a man submit himself to my offer. I’ll grant what he covertly wish. A longing desire for relief; I’ll let his anger and enemies vanish. Suffering has ended, one’s faith is settled The folly will start to celebrate While the wise will count his date Then in the quietest night I’ll come. That no one will expect except his conscience The doors is unlock like someone let it open In that same peaceful night only silence hears. A peaceful stare all what I did To the peaceful who is asleep Memorizing the face of what peaceful I'll steal.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 8:39 PM UTC
I AM REVENGE - A THIEF
A song that almost stole my heart Sometimes I hear it inside my head, sometimes it stop What a wonderful masterpiece! But too early to critic and declare finished I know it is not done yet I wish I will hear it on the final set It will take time I guess Like a fruit on the tree Patience at its best Although I am too old for the genre However its wonderful lyrics That caught my idea And the melody that manage to penetrate my soul That harmony catch me in the hour of fall I remember I listen to it long time ago. And now I’m wondering I still hear myself humming The song that is not yet finish I hope it will be done well So my heart will open Let the masterpiece steal my soul.
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
She’s my song (Masterpiece)