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the river flows into
the night,
stars parade,
ghosts of the air
chant strange songs,
the flowers once
spellbound
close with the breath
of the moon,
floating
i am a ghost too.
written on sunday
In my country
home is no longer
a place, it has
become
a journey.

Folks have
a thousand
Facebook friends
but 80% of
Americans can't
name one of
their neighbors.

Small wonder
we are so
frazzled and
frustrated here:
work has
replaced life
and no home
exists where
we can enjoy
solitude
and peace.

Where do you go
when there is no
place left to go?

   ~mce
FOR Mwima Zubair Naser*
(Gone too soon,when still in bloom
In the line of duty,what a pity)
In memory of you I'll always cry
I won't stop no matter how hard I try
Why do you have to promise
And then just pass on like this?
Especially when you are all gone
Leaving us in this world on our own
Did you have to leave this young
When I lack any beautiful speech
On my saddened tongue?
When the ball is still on pitch?
You had Samson's courage
Like a car with shocking milage
Did you have to go when I need you
Did you have to evaporate like morning dew
From the fragile petals of our youth
Did you have to join the boots?
It isn't fair to go when I cannot send you off
When I haven't condolence,not half a loaf
Did you have to go so soon
And leave my heart out of tune?
Say hallo to Wilber and the others
The thought of you all really bothers
I've never been one to say goodbye
And saying it will all be but a lie
To me you still breathe and live
That you're gone I cannot believe
I hope you made it through
And all these rumors ain't true
sea
rolling blue
in darkness, black
rose under the
weeping waves
seeping
salt
t
e
a
r
s
an            @                
    ocean's    @                      
   bleeding  @                    
coral          
r
e
e
f
                  @           has
                    @       died in
                     @      sadness
                       @   crushed    
                  @   into        
s
a
n
d
       s      
   t  
  o  
n
e
there are huge areas of the sea
that are dying or dead
the least we can do
is put a rose
on the
grave

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