Our sleep's quality
measures
Our satisfaction quantity

Your smile is like
Blooming flowers
Your words are
Like spreading
Honey from flowers
Your dance is like
Fluttering of
Butterfly on flowers
Your singing is like
Beating of heart
Before receiving
Of proposal flowers
You would have been
A flower if I were
Not yours

A newspaper
The sharpest weapon
against all kinds of atrocities
From racism to
All kinds of slaveries
It is also
the most effective guide
in dealing with calamities
From plague to
Covid transmities
Its hawker
A constant source
of confidence and consistency
in this period of all oddities.

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You paint my life with red —
And I keep on sinking in your oceans of grace.
You are my Miracle Working God,  
So merciful even when I drown in my own desires.

So closed to death, I mention Your Name
My dry lungs spit blood
And my bones has become weak
For I pierce myself when I neglect Your ways
But you keep calling me
To build altars in Your mountains.

So I run to your grace —
I climb up looking for Your presence
Where I know I will thirst no more
For Your tender arms is my eternal home.

And I was thrown not in the lake of fire
But in your Throne of Grace
Where I can no longer feel the tears in my eyes
For you caught me in Your arms
Where I surrendered my being.

You keep on rescuing me
And Your embrace clothes me with security.
I fear but no longer in this world
I fear of losing you —
Keep my soul, oh Lord
Keep me until forever.

Next to an old brown tree
Under a new pink sky
I found a younger version of me
The one who used to fly

Next to new concrete
Under an old pocked moon
I found an older version of me
The one who'll falter soon

Next to you right now
Under a peach fuzz sun
I found peace somehow
And for a moment didn't run

The clouds refused to allow
the sun to shine as bright
but love will always find a way through the darkest dreary night

Take my word
My poetic hand
I am much more spirit
No less human
And..
Don't believe those lies
you're telling me,
I have spoken your words
I've dreamt your dreams

Nothing can separates
The quantum hold
We are fractals
Of living souls
We are but dreamers
On different clouds
Shake me no more
I'm wide awake now..