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The woods have become denser
Where roots have gone deeper
Lost between the intricate mesh
Of the branches and that hold
Embracing each other in a synergy
Here the lost soul is looking for a way
To navigate between the labyrinth
Ideas and thoughts are not porous
Ground realities have become grim
Recoiled are the roots deep within
Looking to move away from the lacunae
As the woods come closer and grasp
This soul has no answer to the questions
Pertinent doubts are raised
No looking away from the harsh world
Feeling crushed between two realities
A hallucinatory phase feels so real
Nothing but prisoners we are
Caught between the woods of reality
Souls filtered us through travails
Here are the sediments seeping
Deep into the ground, where roots reclaim
I met that man in a coastal town
over his face beards flowed wild
his eyes they knew only to look down
his years didn’t count he was a child!

He smelled of bile feces and phlegm
his skin was a thick layer of tar
from his **** hung loose his shame
they said he was a castaway who came from far!

Sun and rain found him a barren rock
a sculpture that birds could err to perch
standing unmindful of the passing flock
as if he was lost in a deep search!

He just stood there holding his ground
eyes cast down on the paved road
none had heard him utter a sound
muttered neath breath even one word!

To the townsfolk he was a statue on the square
that losing his way hovered on the brink
but I had a feel within him somewhere
was a man looking for a long lost link!
« Notre amour était mon seul arme
                                     Aujourd’hui  j’ai que des larmes
Notre confiance  était le seul accord
                    Maintenant le doute tue votre propre âme
J’ai compris votre jalousie mais
                            N’oublies pas que je suis une femme
Une femme amoureuse de toi ,fidèle
                        Et surtout confiante à toi et à moi-même
Oublies les paroles ,et les critiques des autres
         Laisses nous vivre une histoire pleine de charme
Pardonnes moi de tous ce que j’ai fait
                                 Stp pardonnes votre futur dame  »
Elle m’ a dit;
J’ai répondu:
  « personne ne mérite tes larmes
             Et celui qui les mérite ne fera surement pas pleurer
Sois sur que je te souhaite que de bonheur
             le bonhur… que t'  attends...
                                          avec quelqu'un que  tu admires
  Tu as choisi de jouer  tes cartes au profondeur
                 Et mon jeu était toujours à la hauteur
Tu as détruit ton propre  amour
  Tu m’as perdu pour toujours
                                pour m’oublier    ,  Tu as besoin du temps
                                mêmes les anges ont besoins du temps de repos
cherche quelqu’un qui fait rire ton cœur
moi je ne peux  t’assurer que de malheur
                                           la vie m’a donné une deuxième chance
                                              je vais rattraper mes fautes d’enfance  
tu étais la grande faute de ma vie
tu es la personne que  …………j’ ai pas envie.   »

Abdelkadir BELHADJ
It’s a perfectly golden day
she isn’t loving you less
no obstacle on your way
eating up your space

though fine on surface
you feel inside unrest
of a sighing emptiness
weighing on your chest!

There’s a wind blowing strong
no speck clouds the blue
your ears get birdsong
and you don’t have a clue

what stirs the ache
that finds no easy heal
but for you to break
lose strength of will!

The petals burst in bloom
crowned in sprightly leaves
yet shrouded in gloom
you wonder why heart grieves!
Another old tomcat is sinking
all over him is the scar of weather
and I know it’s about time
death brings him a breather.

He was never my pet
but mingled with them
to live on their crumbs’ diet
and be loved
without a name.
 Mar 2015 Adrian Betz
Dark Jewel
We all search,
And seek.
That guiding hand.

A hand that holds you,
In your darkest times.
One that will calm you,
In your despair of anger.

We all seek,
That sense of peace.
When we don't understand,
The reality.

We long for those hands,
To guide.
Those who have strayed.

To bring them forth,
Risen from the darkest corners.
Faces pale as ghost,
To be guided to a holy world.

You don't need religion,
To guide those who have strayed.
You need compassion,
To be a guiding hand today.

Guide those who have ran,
Those who are hiding.
Those who are in fear.

Bring them forth,
Rise them up.

Use your guiding hands,
To heal those.
Who have strayed.
I wanted everyone to know that there is someone out there for you. To guide you in your darkest times, to allow you to pour your heart out to be healed. It may seem grim now, but the light will brighten your heart that beats. It will save those around you, to keep them safe and alive.

To Sean,
Who has been through so much I can't even say. He guides me as I guide him everyday. I love him with all my heart and soul.

To Jessie,
Whose been through hell and back with me and will always be like a sister to me. I love you sis, thank you for guiding me.

To my Mom,
Who has guided me to a dead end.
But tried her hardest.

To my Dad,
Whose strong hands keep the family together. Who works harder than anyone I know. Who has compassion for his family and others.

To my Step mother,
We have been through alot.
I still love her like a mother and I thank her. We may not always get along but I still love her.

To all those who have given me hope,
Thank You.
This was where they danced before
Happily spinning across the floor
The time had sped by just so fast
And neither cared as it flew past

But now that's just a moment gone
The time of play just like the dawn
They'll work away till night draws close
Then dance away till last repose
 Mar 2015 Adrian Betz
Graff1980
He was brought into our minds unbidden
But through torture
Resistance to his cruelty
Was softened
Till his abuse became a form of love

So they brought him to the bedroom
Were he forced his ways
Of shame
Upon those
Who should not have to claim
The blame
While the violators
Remain unchained
To the violence
In his name

They brought the brute
To the political domain
To claim
Rights over humanity
In his vanity
A fictional man
Folds masses to his demands
Kills futures
Spills blood
From fatherland to motherland
Made up borders
Claim different versions
Of the same misogynist


And if you miss the point of this
It is
That he was not invited by all of us
Yet the masses of molded men
Claim to be the victims
While defending their right to oppress us
With their made up man
In the clouds
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