A life they see,
Through their eyes,
Butterflies they see,
Fly in peace,

Their own lives not at peace,
Branded with whips,
Cut with knives,
Treated worse than animals,

Food so cold,
So raw,
Tasteless and sickening,
Have you ever dreamt of such a life?

Think about the other million,
Those who donot survive,
No food, no shelter, just pain,
Pray for the lot and bring about a change.

~~
An impossible eyes saw through
thick wall of light,
extend beyond the boundaries of,
couldn't touch anything,
a handful of darkness came,
did not wash away hands try to forget
but strange conclusion repeatedly comes back,
I went to sleep,
again saw the line,
hands of dream moving lights

Then the dream of eyes,
dark without light,
past the stones,
the witnesses of time then fallen sudden nebula,
came out of the space,
the time of,
time hit on the wall of sight,
sky became crunch,
matched in a point,
numerous points in the way of

I walk,
you go,
move with the spiral ways,
all mate to an infinity,
in front the new days,
open space,
I know that you're in the midst of,
seeks,
gets,
loses,
In fact in the dreams so many times,
came on over to the,
and I grew out of existence

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Whispered glee at the candy bleeding into
the mindless one, from cauldrons swirling
In wrapped confection. a dancing skeleton
Singing "I ant got no body, heard from
Down the spooktacular street.

"A spoonful of sugar a ghostly chant,
" Candy with no body, no sins charged to eat,

The owl with eyes wide open swoops unseen,
Its talons take a chocolate mouse fallen from
A sack or two nibbled to freedom now ingested
All that is noticed is a single feather of the street.

"Trick Or Treat,
"Your soul we'll eat,
"Be it sugary, be it sweet,
"We'll eat our fill on this hallows eve,


Jack-o'-lantern with eyes a glow, with each sweet
Delight you hear a cackle and glow, as an empty
Head gets fuller, this ghostly candy of sugar, melted
On orange skin, a face of fright now sugared glow.

Many tales told on this night, but when that
Door beckons a call, remember these words

"Trick or treat, penny or a sweet,

Be it cane or be it gold, be it silver or be it cold.
Let the ghouls have their fun, for soon the clock
Will turn and all the chocolate will be gone to eat.

There's still an empty space
          where there should be a heart
From all the words you used,
                 hoping to tear me apart
There's still a giant ****
           in the back of my spine
From the knife you stabbed
        while looking in my eyes
There's still all these holes
                      in my chest
From the shotgun trigger pulling
              when you left

Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a remembered time
Or of something seen that he liked.

Other makings of the sun
Were waste and welter
And the ripe shrub writhed.

His self and the sun were one
And his poems, although makings of his self,
Were no less makings of the sun.

It was not important that they survive.
What mattered was that they should bear
Some lineament or character,

Some affluence, if only half-perceived,
In the poverty of their words,
Of the planet of which they were part.

The bass thumps
The crowd jumps
Lights flash
I move with them in perfect sync
Filled with a toxic mix
Liquid courage
Smoke of joy
Pills that numb the mind
Finally i feel happy
I jump and dance into eternity
I dance with her and her
Kiss her
Make out with another
Take a diffrent one  home
But when we're done
And i lay there holding her
All that plays in my mind
Is the memory of holding you
When the music stops
And the high wears off
You creep back into my mind
From the hole i forced your  memory into
Your memory scraping at my mind
Till i loose it
Theres nothing left to do but repeat
Night after night
Girl after girl
Nothing i drown you with
Seems to **** your memory