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 Nov 2015 DubJDaddy
nivek
How to pass your poetry test
with the silence between your teeth
and a red angered face
burnt like the Sun and
cold as the night
a small song leaves your lips
in spite of yourself.
 Nov 2015 DubJDaddy
nivek
With absolute freewill a trigger is pulled
and the same fingers can caress a lover.
There is something deeply amiss with Mankind
a thirst for death masquerading as life giving.
 Nov 2015 DubJDaddy
Asim Javid
I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being  represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............
We Muslims condemn  the Paris attack.
 Nov 2015 DubJDaddy
Dacy Maly
The darkness crept into her parted lips one night
A midnight intruder
Uninvited and unnoticed
The darkness spread its tar-black fingers
Through her veins and capillaries
It filled her lungs with soot
It was the heaviness behind her eyes
And the steel bar across her chest
Finally, the darkness slithered into her mind
And by the time she realized it was there
She could no longer remember
How to let the light in
Floating through this forest
of trees that is in my mind
Reaching down
searching for the pain
to remember your face
a memory forever seared to my soul

Inside the sphere of life
there is only you
within the walls of this globe of blue.
 Nov 2015 DubJDaddy
b
My inner demons have looked me in the eyes for the last time yesterday.
They screamed, clawed the floor for help.
They pointed to my head, my heart and my stomach as they are all golden like they once were.
I named them all after bad habits and bad addictions.
Their eyes are red and their skin is black. They never spoke, but one of them told me in a soft voice, 'I hope it all works out for you.'
Thank you, guilt. I hope so, too.
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