I've always tried to  hold everything together.
Pain or love threw any weather.
But even the strong know the week.
It hurts when you get knocked down but you get back up, cant sleep.
I hope you know this in every word I speak.
Because one day I'll be gone.
All that will remain are forgotten melody's to a broken song.
I can never claim everything will be all rite.
because we all know what hides inside our heads at night.
Even when I've lost my fight
And I don't wake agene at the end of a night.
Just put your faith in the sick, deprived, and un-holly
Because death is all it seems will take you wholly

Lust, Sin, Pride, Greed,
I'm just your average human disease.
I didn't plan on being what you need.
But now I am, and it ******* scares me.

I'll be a disappointment.
I'll leave you washed up, and spent.
I know I'll disappoint you.
Why won't you quit while you're ahead?

I'm sorry I wasn't it.
Not even close to being a Prince.
I'm sorry I can't be it.
*It hurts less if you just forget.

THE HOPE

There is hope
Until someone believes
Though all corners seems so sorry
We pray for a better place so shiny
Grassroots of selflessness had already been decayed
One in a million of being surveyed
Could it be no hope at all
No equal justice for short and tall
No unconditional love to keep
Seems to whoever heart we peek
Could it be no hope at all
From east to west a lonely soul....


THE HOPE (Reversal)

From east to west a lonely soul
Could it be no hope at all
Seems to whoever heart we peek
No unconditional love to keep
No equal justice for short and tall
Could it be no hope at all
One in a million of being surveyed
Grassroots of selflessness had already been decayed
We pray for a better place so shiny
Though all corners seems so sorry
Until someone believes
There is hope...


written: September 29, 2014 @ 12:45

Mysterious Aries

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The radiance of my pen was already ebbed
My outcry seem now, not that much effective
But this could not be the hindrance for me to go on
For as long as my pen breath I won't ceased

But foe owed a vigor and have a lot of arms
That it needs a miracle for them to be ruined
But as a mark of history, armor was defeated by a pen
That wisdom count most than those of precious gem

But now indeed the battle was not mostly of war
Instead a disease that ruled the heart of many earthlings
That thy deeds sound very earsplitting
Do I have enough ink to calm their flame?

But maybe this time I was destined to be defeated
For I am weak and one breath away to death
Oh sky!  I should be dead! But this i'm quite sure
That my pen will continue to battle....


written: June 14, 2001 @ 9:00 AM

Mysterious Aries

Some people are
the poets
who fall in love
with every shadow
on the wall
and every flicker
of a tiny
burning
flare

Some people are
the poets
who drink coffee
dark as pitch
and they press
their candied lips
against the
armor of a pen
who translates
tales

And some people are
the sparks
the light against
the ocean
the little bit of air
that blows the flame
into existence
when I blow it
out again
because I always
blow it out again
and need
the gesture
of
your soul
to light the
fire that
raves in
me.

I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words

The moon is now bright and full
showering silver romance,
to the leaves of tree so dull.

A cricket humming his chants
deep in meditation behind
the dark unknown shrub's branch.

Somewhere in a nest, a hatchling can't sleep
letting out feeble hunger cries
her mother did not fetch enough to feed.

While on my walk, I see those eyes
hiding behind a trunk, peeping
I assure it safety, I know may be lying

Night is the time for them to be,
struggling to enjoy independence and security
this unending night leading them to the unknown
what will remain I wonder at the crack of dawn.

~

This love is so exclusive
That turns me too illusive

When I am in a dream
She builds the stream

When I write a poetry
She recites the piece fluently

When she sings a song
Dreams longing me too long

So my heart is under lock and key
Which could only open by she

~
@Musfiq us shaleheen