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 Aug 2016 DET
Musfiq us shaleheen
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From womb  to born
Every morn
Each breath
Even on the road of death
I’m alone
Walking with broken bone

While the Summer wind blows
In this narrow lane
Love flows in my wide vein
As the Streams of heavy rain
Alone else
Only the past tense

In the dark, I hark
A distant bark
In the dream there was
A beautiful park
With a few sign of paws
Yet I couldn’t find any cause

The Streams going down
While flowing in this old town
The Stone grew worn and torn
Rolling else alone
Like my broken bone
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Aug 2016 DET
SeyiEagle
My flaws of yesterday
Still burns my hand
Till today.

Hello tomorrow,
If I can have your ears
To borrow,
Please, bring me no sorrow.

To the place endowed with rainbow
Where fabulous story
With splendor and glory
Will tickle my chin,
Hello tomorrow,
Please lead and I will follow.
I know not what tomorrow holds, but I pray it's good
 Aug 2016 DET
andrew juma
I see two green leaves breaking out of earth
After long years of dormancy
A chain reaction is starting
Cuffs are breaking lose

No more cages
This shark can dive to uncharted depths
No more shackles
This eagle can fly to uncharted heights

My weaknesses cower at my strengths
Now I smile through the pain
My positive principles
The umbrella through the rains

I hurt in the dark
My soul was hurtled and I was losing the fight
In ways so dreadful
Dreams turned to nightmares

I was ******* in my insignificance
Daily doubted the benefits of my existence
Now I take my steps with confidence

It is morning now and a flower is blooming
My night was gloomy
Now so brightly the sun shines
And heavens cannot resist my goodness

Even though the scars may remain forever
And my scarry past be forever disturbing
I rhyme to say thank you mama
For you helped me win
Thanks to all the mothers who stand with their sons and daughters, through     thick and thin
 Aug 2016 DET
andrew juma
What are we really fighting,
Spending millions of dollars on weaponry budgets
Delivering moving speeches on war politics
Puffing with haughtiness boasting supremacy

Fighting ideology with bullets and bombs
Too busy cutting branches but leaving the tree
If we got it right we would be free
But now in all the bloodiness we saw seeds

The belief lives on even after names are erased
If we understood the enemy we would attack the roots
Remove myopia and led everyone multifocal lenses
So no one natures the vicious cycle

But right now we are missing the targets
Hating, marginalizing, obliterating with missiles
Dropping bombs on parks, hospitals and bus stops
Caught up in it are children and innocents

Maybe now its time for plan B
Since you can't bomb your way out of it
Lets build trust and address causes
Show strength in love and not arsenal

“ In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them" Ender's Game.
What are we really fighting?
 Aug 2016 DET
andrew juma
He forages on my doubts
Keeps me sleepless with distress
The real me is envious of me
She is all he wants
Can she stand the real me?

I resent the disgraceful me
Can't look at my reflection in the mirror
He threatens my core existence
So I fight to keep him burried

He mocks, taunts and mortifies
Even as she tells me I have beautiful eyes
It is good she cant peep inside through those windows
And see the struggles inside

I keep him padlocked in the depths
Listen to music and tour nice places
But in the quietest of moments
He creeps back to me

Dampens my spirit
Telling me I am way below
Not good enough
That I will ***** up as always

It is worrying what he can do
Destroy a lifetime in a day
Turn love to hate in a moment

But I wont let him hurt her
I'll leave her if I have to
The struggle to be a perfect man
 Jul 2016 DET
Ben Fernekees
Red Ink
 Jul 2016 DET
Ben Fernekees
I scream into this piece of paper,
Vomiting up ink that seeps in,
But no one hears the pain of the silenced,

You just see the words and thoughts,
Not noticing a lot,
Notice nothing as I drain my veins,
Notice nothing of my writing in red

But I write to you again,
Hoping you can feel the pain behind the words,
Hoping someone would bleed for me,
For I am all but bled dry;
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