Dusk sets and moon brightens,
Under the dark sky,
Lets make the best,
Of what's left.

Let me hear,
Your beating heart tonight,
One last time,
Before daybreak,
For my destiny calls,
To a place beyond the seen,
But I know now,
I have a place in this world.

And when I am gone,
Keep on lifting me up,
Up in the sky,
Know that I am shining bright,
In sparkling blue light,
Forever love we enthralled,
Somewhere in the space,
Where distance is found.

we are losing in a gulag
of our choosing

the un-predict-
ability of liberty

an extraordinarily poor
rendition of a system

where oaken-ed cloaked
murderous crows caw foul

jumping at every
shadow of a shadow of

a shadow nears to turn to turn
to turn the clock back years

election day is tuesday
- rue the day sweet liberty.

r ~ 11/1/14

*much at stake

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If you think that it was an error
An only bug that we find
That you made it
Even it was created a long distance between you and me
And yet after realization
If you believe that we loved each other
And even you think
Love is the only power that can easily fixes that problem
Again it makes us together to rebuild our commitment
And even we can separate thee (our enemy)
It makes me to love you again
And if we really stand on the same thoughts of an ideology
That we hold previously
Again we will easily can try to establish our strength of beauty

On the other hand,
If we can’t find our error
And try to establish the way that we never been taken
Even we feel that it is the high time to show our separate believe,
We will be alienated from each other even humanity
The ideology will be sleeping in the old book
It will be created a crisis and off course that will make a space between you and me
No path will be defined for the next generation
Our beliefs will be too weak
And our enemy will try to prove that our moral courage is dead
It will be turned to be an oxidized metal
It will be really broken soon
The red sun, which we would always expect that will be moved to the hell
Our boys, never be moved together towards the bright sun
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

Your last attempt is one
that is bound to succeed.

A time to simplify,
A life of buying things,
For the moment,

The idea of less,
Is not minimalist,
But full of colours and warmth,
For you don't need much,
To be successful and happy.

A well loved life,
Of less things,
But not less life.

Mind cultivates the psyche
Heart irrigates the body
Love navigates the life
Together they make
Whole-life policy

If I say
I don’t believe in God
I would be incurring enemies.

God wouldn’t be one of them.

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?