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 Sep 2015 Yusuf Kura
Sara Leal
Me,
You.
You,
Me.
**... never us...
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While we were fearing it, it came—
But came with less of fear
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it fair—

There is a Fitting—a Dismay—
A Fitting—a Despair
’Tis harder knowing it is Due
Than knowing it is Here.

They Trying on the Utmost
The Morning it is new
Is Terribler than wearing it
A whole existence through.
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We grow accustomed to the Dark—
When light is put away—
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye—

A Moment—We uncertain step
For newness of the night—
Then—fit our Vision to the Dark—
And meet the Road—*****—

And so of larger—Darkness—
Those Evenings of the Brain—
When not a Moon disclose a sign—
Or Star—come out—within—

The Bravest—***** a little—
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead—
But as they learn to see—

Either the Darkness alters—
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight—
And Life steps almost straight.
 Sep 2015 Yusuf Kura
Pidge
A story
 Sep 2015 Yusuf Kura
Pidge
voice cracks
bony fingers
small eyes
my tummy tingles

red lips
small ears
eyes meet
I'm weak

long torso
big feet
open heart
lips meet

one lie
two lies
you told me
please hold me

cold eyes
distant body
he forgot me
he just left me

long naps
touched pills
small frame
be tamed

heart broken
just a moment
leave me be
forever solemn
.




all on a saturday morning

••

••


••


On the .... Long River

we  

In a tiny boat

On the river



We go      Down

We go further.           In

Into mysterious forces

Into other visions

Of reality



The Long  Boat

On the Swift  River

Thru dreams appearing

With love

///

All the man made gods who rule us

All the vast madnesses
Of

Hypocrisy

The naked daughters

Paedophilically playing

With the ***** of the MAN !




Creating the businessman is god

Mentality

Of the slave



We have forgotten

That

The Great RIVER

Flows toward an infinite Sea

//

Little puerile patriots

Painting by the numbers !

Visions of a dying society





I am still here !

//

I'm really not so hard to find
( by the millions & billions )



||||||

come child the long walk day is here

we are not refugees

But free people

::


We are lovers

( & we SHALL        love )

::

we are the humans

& hence Spiritual Warriors

:,

We will not exploit each other any more !!

//

We need no charity

( we are in no way dependent upon you ! )

So keep your **** meds for yourself

and shove your **** police state up your ***

)(

we are the people

The children of the whole creation

The mothers
The fathers

The knowers

The healers

::;

We have broken free!

We got some used razor blades for you !

)(

Little sentient songs

Drifting celestially

Holding hearts up to be

The mirror

The beauty coming forth

And penetrating

EVERY source of fear and sorrow

Holding you in REAL
LOVING ARMS

till strength returns

And

LO !

IT RAINS

and a new earth

Is seen

As seed of humanity

and the story continues

On & on



&

I LOVE YOU

Becomes a good thing to say

Because the love is pure and whole
And

Complete

And

The orphanage

Is gone

::

Useless

//

And the Light Shines

& we are unafraid
 Sep 2015 Yusuf Kura
Dr Peter Lim
POETRY*

It's never easy
to write poetry
as assumed by many
often a poem is a mystery

where's the poetic- river source?
how many miles must its waters cross?
the poet finds himself only
at the river-end where springs his best poetry.
* inspired by a conversation with Sarah Spang, a fellow-writer
I swore I'd do a life cleanse before I saw you again.  But here I am at your door.
 Sep 2015 Yusuf Kura
From A Heart
do we
do
those things we...
we think about?

we think about
those things we
do,
do we?
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