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when I think you haven’t recalled me
and you are wondering to flee
I have discovered myself alone

the evening star is moving under the dark
and the road seems like arc
the time goes underneath the memory hark

I move with the wrong
and my guitar is longing too long
the birds are singing so melancholy song

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
feel you very

when I am coming back to home
and you are running to roam
I have discovered myself again alone

my dreams are floating in bubbles
and I feel you are in so many troubles
dry leaves are falling on the floor

I am walking alone on the shore
and hearing your voice into my core
love moves with so many more

I don’t know then
why I feel you very
Feel you very-

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@Musfiq us shaleheen

blues and greens piercing me
the creased letters had me glad for quite some time
that I drew the line at sanity
I couldn't stand to see my own two legs swept out from under me.
Thunder and rain
A baby's death. a Mothers pain.

I am outside of my skin,
roaming around yours for a bit, because I saw the moon
and it was as soft as dough
it dripped life into me, but forgot the plants below.
Stone cold. Oils foe.

Perishable and measurable beyond compensation.
A complete admiration for the word, for the world,
and everything in between.
Beneath the fiends of men that withstand the bends
and the twists of fate
Deliver us to the gates of heaven
Eleven men stood where eleven men fell down to hell
Demons all, and demons only
prudence betrayed us. A famine of desire.

The baby arose to find itself now buried
Heat. Hells kitchen heat warmed its back
no mother to coo to
earth, for what nutrition it's worth gave humble life and girth
a loam child of no mother and no father

A born saint, feasting on the ashes of mount deity.
Hail thee, oh chosen one
God hath forsaken us!
Our lives of dust
are nothing by compare.

Fools, following a jealous God!
"Call out to me or be forgotten and vanquished "

No matter
a new world order is due
the lamb of the earth shall walk once more
spreading tales and wisdom of our pompous "lord"

Let us take back the earth,
let us take back our beauty.
Our ancestors are dead
Tis a new age without reason to beseech
Have love or find it
make temples that bind it
pray to love
hold the weight of a feather
and let it glide

Don't freaking tell me
he took the easy way out.
Suicide is ******* everyone
including the people committing it.

tonight when I got home
I pulled my hair into a ponytail.
I wished I could have kept pulling,
up and up until every little thing
and every last hair was off my shoulders.
-
I was running down my street tonight.
a meager glance down and I saw
another shadow chasing mine.
breathlessly,
excitedly I braked
in time to realize both shadows belonged to me.
-
tonight I mapped the distance
from Salt Lake to Phoenix;
11 hours and 18 minutes.
should I stop through Vegas
or the Grand Canyon?
-
I fell asleep alone tonight
in a bed too spacious for my body.
through murky midnight eyes,
I thought I caught you turning over.
what I didn't realize
is that you are not sleeping here
not tonight
and not the night before.

I watched it wash over you
the sludge drug you down
it's cool wafts breathed carelessly across your neck
and sunk you down with waves

there was a crack of silence
you never spoke a word
sat there as your empire buckled
a mute speechless fool

let legions lick fire to your heels
and pour out your hot blood
onto the stage around your convictions
it is okay
to become a casualty in a war you at least tried to fight

the grass quiver tantalized
well tuned strings
plucked by those hands
of the churning wind
passing by…. passing by.

the leaves gyrate in tune
dancing on the chords
echoing in the stillness
whispering then and then
to go on…. to go on.

the sound of monkeys
adding leafy rhythms
with their jumps and turns
a mad crescendo
high and low…. high and low.

floating with the song
joy an ocean in each pore
my mind still and yet
on a magic carpet that swirls
here and there…. here and there.

© Malintha Perera 2014