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Mar 2016 · 483
This is it!
Yusuf Kura Mar 2016
Whatever it is I needed,
This is it!
Like pale apples from the eye of the sky,
In each bite genres of sunsets engulf and pirouette this melancholy night.
Like the red velvet stroke of the wind,
I've noticed its breath and plea for an evergreen checkered winter coat.
While out with my bad habits,
I've noticed its somber hand reaching out of the glistening of this stout winter.

You are an evergreen tree.
And I'm envious of your winter coat.

And I say you are a loaded gun watching the sun raise.
And I say her touch to you feels like thousands of waves crashing.
Her breath feels a thousand times better than a blossoming crimson sun Just after an affair of melancholy rain  
Just the thought of her shadow will make your stomach sink to unfathomable depths grander than the happenings of each shimmering star.
Dec 2015 · 366
time
Yusuf Kura Dec 2015
To think through the retrospection.
To think I'm here able.
To think I was a dust at the hill of a telescope.
To think hence I will be a root of an evergreen tree drenched in the flavor of sunset.
To think everyday I die, and everyday I'm birth.
The Sun the same, and the passing clouds.
The deeds that render me, and the deeds I've rendered I wear upon my sleeve.
To think here and now the best.
Another will think here and now the past.
The beautiful crisp dying leaves,
To think they kept the trees warm.
To think their color is now warm.
Dec 2015 · 302
White House on the Hills
Yusuf Kura Dec 2015
Let's
Move into the woods, and
Let's
start a kingdom on the backbone of autumn's tragedy.
Let's
Start again a new in a white house on the hills.
Let's
Wander the woods with the Sun and pass the night with the Moon.
Let's
Stay in the wonder of our minds and feel the raise of each pious tide.
Let's
Let's
Nov 2015 · 845
Happening!
Yusuf Kura Nov 2015
The happening!
A blinded stroke of brush.
Stroke!
That way! Which way? That way!

Somewhere in the sky,
Above the curtains of clouds, drowning,
Time’s alone shadow.
Maybe,

The paint runs down the river’s spine,
To the beginning.
The artist drenched in roots,
A tree he is becoming.
The art indeed!

Does the wind know?
Blowing lilacs and smelling of golden dusk.
Frail and fragile like a dying leaf.
Bright like the Moon’s halo.

Happening is a river that glows!
Inside the known, just as
Inside the unknown.
Nov 2015 · 881
Then Wind Began To Blow
Yusuf Kura Nov 2015
The night came into me,
In its entirety and immorality.
Like death,
Like rain,
Greeted me as an old friend,
Wearing stars that couldn't shine bright enough,
And clouds that couldn't cry loud enough.
The happening of its sky— gapped glowing lilac,
It's vibrations rip through the meadow of my happening.
Breathes were still — mine and hers
Between heaves of storm
And a moment of silence,
Then wind began to blow.
Nov 2015 · 303
TRUTH
Yusuf Kura Nov 2015
The TRUTH found me!
Sitting alone,
Head in hands
Of years gone.

The golden DEATH of the day,
The TRUTH found her the same.

What did I do before it came?
I walked and I walked and I broke apart.
The sound of breaking filled my heart.

I spent my days,
A broken river.
Droplets of water, that
Fell through the chalice of hardness.

Sweet isn't me!
From which giving tree?
They asked of the grapes,
This is no water, the sweetest wine.
Nov 2015 · 696
The Way
Yusuf Kura Nov 2015
Take it off off off!
Further away, way way off!
To before it was made.

No consent was given or made,
Yet your purpose here lays,
like seeing it is gonna make it stay.

Nothing you said, you said,
Keep it in place.
I’m going away, way way off,

Death can’t change the way!
I want your honest opinion. what do you think?
Oct 2015 · 502
Untitled
Yusuf Kura Oct 2015
South West wind,
My lover is in your midst.
Be gentle and remember,
Remembrance is all I’ve given lover.
Take lover to where the sun rests it’s meaning.
Sep 2015 · 451
Robust
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
The storm came – robust
With heavy lunar boots,
And tumultuous cry.
It swallowed mountains as stones,
Tirelessly insufficient.

The storm came – robust
To the edge of kanwa,
Where stood a little faint yellow bird,
And just as fast and just as hard,
And just as fast and just as hard,

The storm came – robust
And the faint bird did not move,
Nor pecked alone.
The storm stood –
No longer lost in the sky – robust
Sep 2015 · 754
Boots of Steel
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
these,
our boots of steel,
gallant and strong,
carry our souls to sea

though made,
rubber, leather, and suede,
to blaze trials, and
mark our names
to fields unnamed.

cloaked, the wheels,
do as you feel,
none shall trodden our path.
none shall trodden black,
our boots of steel.
Sep 2015 · 336
About That.....
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
About that....
The inauthenticity,
With which breathing has been.
Not mine,
No none were held.

******* conception,
Breaths that couldn't breathe.
Those were yours.
Those were ours.
Not mine,
No none where held.
Sep 2015 · 458
I
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
I
I have been in search of the self of self’s
to end the war being waged inside,
for years now between the masks I hide
I’m a son to the trees and seas.
I’m a brother to those that bother, and
those who are blind to color
I’m a student to whomever wants to teach.
I’m a lover of words, and hope that bloom in a rose
I’m a believer in the shadows that move between spaces.
And the sweetness heard in the soul and seen in the sky.
I am a lover of who yells “keep the peace.”
I am he, who sometimes does not practice what he preach,
he who sometimes could not tame the devil at bay,
and so he comes out to play.
I am he who stalks life with blindfolded anger and say “why have you forsaken me?”
I am he, a true believer of God and the hereafter.
A sinner who can’t shake off the temptations of life,
he who knowingly dances at the edge of his knife, and
he who must answer for his crimes, his crimes, his crimes
for his waste of time,
The lies! The lies! The lies!
I am he, who sits alone in a dark room,
A dark house,
A dark world,
thinking about death,
being exhaustingly terrified of death,
sometimes wanting to die but knowing his hereafter isn’t as………
I am the student that sits on his hands,
who doesn’t do **** and probably won’t amount to ****.
I get scared not because it’s a scary world, which it is, but
because of the people in it.
Not people with big guns, sharp knives, hulkish anger issues, or
people in power doing bad things.
Because of my dad, my moms, my brothers, my sisters, my teachers, my lovers, my friends, tax payers,
I get scared because this tower of dreams
I’ve been put in
It will crumble,
these shoulders of mine will brake badly
I have been anticipating and fearing the pain.
While I was it came and came not with fear.
It came and all became clear
Simplicity is a hunger that cannot be satisfied.
No one knows my secrets except the shadows I lay with.
Sep 2015 · 673
You Are Mine
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
I've got your name
I've got your taste
I've got your fumes
Inside my rib cage

I've got your trembling lips
very close to me
My hands on your unsteady hips
The way you grove to the melody
makes me lose the ground I keep

I've got your eyes
I've got your **** stare
I've got your hypnotic glare
I've got you beyond compare
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
Because
Smiles are reserved
for days
that are not you
                                                              And
Hence
I will wear
My head
Like leaves on a fence
                                                                           Yet
If your wish
I will close myself
like a poem
unfinished
                                                                                     I
Proclaim myself
The lines unwritten
Thought unwilling
Love unrequited
                                                                                            Bleed
                                                                                                          !
Sep 2015 · 1.1k
Scars
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
Scars
I wouldn't dare say
the night has a void space
for if truth flies in open flame
and hope is a river unclaimed
the night will surely remain the same
untouched
Scars
Sep 2015 · 395
What R U To Do?
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
The sun stops for no one ( nor does the river flow over hill to dance for on one)

The trees, they shake not for my amusement,
I do the same not for their enjoyment.

If the shade you're running to,
Has no place in it for you.
What are you to do?

If the light that you're running fro
Decides to leave you to the light you can't shade fro — the light inside you —
What are you to do?
Sep 2015 · 844
Broken
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
Broken things
Broken names
If you brake the sky
The world won't mend.

What else to do?
What else to prove?
I bleed myself,
To feed you.

Broken sound
Broken mirror
Broken hearts
On a counter top.

Secrets like mists
Lies are king
I've got mine to keep
I've got mind to keep.
Sep 2015 · 372
The Haunting
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
a song on my mind
like a bird in the air
with no inception
intentions unclear
with no end - the sky of dirt road
the open space like a vehicle on the go
and it goes and rolls
through leaves unknown

i say it is so
and my vibrations echo
the mountains know my meaning
the voice beneath the words I’m speaking
but the mist glows my insecurities and binds my visions
my reservations for bed
my hand on your head
like a firefly the light comes and goes
and it goes and rolls
through hills and meadows

i say that I’m gone and i stay so
they see my soul in the sky -  my name they cry
above the mist clear
the fumes reek of fear
and i swear
i feel lonesome up here
and i won’t shed a tear
because i know the rain is near
And I hear Whitman in the air
and the mist will soon disappear
And the sky will be clear
this is something new i've been working on. it is definitely a different tone from my other works. i hope you liked it.
Sep 2015 · 1.6k
Happy Birthday Eldridge
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
Your heart will always be young,
And your soul will always be free.
All else will be,
Just keep your fire alive.
Grow your flames to the sky,
And light the night with.
The sky will rain fire,
No shadows
No shelter
No shade to foster
Sep 2015 · 453
The Death of Maggie Mea
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
How poignant your eyes.
The juices of your life,
Have withered and ******.
You've starred at the sun too long.
No glee you've found in her sights,
Just intangible regality,
And mundane morality.

Scared behold the sky,
You lose yourself in every passing cloud.
And dream your soul to find,
Hence in a starry night.
This is a first draft and like all first drafts, it's ******.
Sep 2015 · 1.0k
Who R U?
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
who do you belong to?
surely not yourself - the one you think
i belong to the ink
to the addictive white space i live beneath
never mind the exertion of things
reduce yourself to the grass and ****
you've been high for so long
look down and see
you’ve lost yourself in your journey
gone too long
and evermore prolonged
this is my reality
i am your memory.
Sep 2015 · 469
and Again!
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
and Again!
I'm there with a pen,
and flowers I picked before hand.
and Again!
I'm where you left me,
I'm here in your head.
Such a lonesome space,
and Again!
I'm a lonesome *****.

The garden is mourning,
and flowers,
flowers are missing,
and Again!
I'm here in your head,
I'm there beautifully dying,
with no light and rain.
This empty space.

You go about,
and about and about.
While I'm here in an empty drawer,
and Again!
I'm where you put me, -
Solitary
I'm in your fighting cage,
battling anger,
and Again!
I'll be here,
Until you feel better.
Sep 2015 · 686
Thank you God,
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
thank you God,
for this most amazing of night,
at ease,
fall's cool breeze,
my mind at once to behold,
still I feel,
it's fumes inside me,
and I reek, of
the fragrance desolation.
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
The sweetest is heard in the soul,
and seen in the sky.
It is a star perched on the center of the eye.
And the grass never ceased,
And the wind never missed a performance.
And of trees,
Mothers that bleed,
to feed not her children a feast.
The song that never sings,
The sweetest is heard in the soul,
and seen in the sky.
and the bitter is heard in fictional light,
and not seen for it does not warrant a sight.
Sep 2015 · 2.7k
Lost in the Sky
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
I was
I am
I always will be
Lost in the sky
Sep 2015 · 264
Fellow
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
And if you should call another's name,
and not my own.
And if another shall plant to your subtle lips a rose.
And if another shall feel the rivers of your spine.
And if another shall long to feel the heat of your embrace,
a whisper never to die.
And if another shall cause your clouds to pour out rain.
And if you should visit the night,
not with me longer,
but with another.
And when the night asks of my whereabouts,
you shall tell it slant - or tell not at all.
You should call to me, a word at least.
And i'll visit my fellow and behold my love to keep.

— The End —