The years are like dust to my path,
they blew with lost and crack my tears.
My tales cannot be told in fact
it have been a sojournal for years.
I search for my dreams in my fate
like a dark labyrinth of time,
i long for the elixir of faith
and got lost in the creeds of my crime.
Heaven please bear me thy witness
my heart is running out of grace,
i want to be found in your loveness
but, how can i be blind to your trace?
My will drowning in a dillema,
the years,now like dust to my path.

Mush have i reap in the light of noble verse
that glide the divine reason of deeds and fact,
truth as it may seems through the tongue may pass
the mind that differs,the world that need no maat.

maat:an ancient egyptian god for truth.

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clad in a grey native **** cloth
he sat,quivering on a stool
with a aged breast on furrows breath,
that shook the folds of his shoulders

Now and then does he seems to gasp
about a menlancholys spit,
but amis his grey eye lashes
it pierce through what words cannot paint

He folds his feet and *** his head
like a lizard amist a bait,
but his vague stare hold a mist
which mystries cant be shook from him

What ails him so, the world wont ask,
but lost to what all eyes cant see
it lingers through the heart of man
that trode the earth with guns and roses

He breath in and expires in lort,
his thought search for truth in his heart,
he bow his head and close his eye
and found no peace,even as he sleeps

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Listen-look at me
i was born free,
life entrails on my will,
finding a path for my laughter
underneath the motif of all circumstance,
but if i should fall
the world should bestow on me
the benevolence of every tears

listen-look at me
i lived free,
enduring all frail conception
like the prophet at the beach
while ringing false immunity
to the dust of my aching feet,
and if i should fall
then may my creed abide with me

listen-look at me
i die free
sprawling at the labyrinth of time,
my life,renewed on virtures breath,
and chosen among the disparities of man,
my wraith was seen smiling at the sun,
then if i should fall
the dust of the earth should not wait.

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Listen-look at me
i was born free,
life entrails on my will,
finding a path for my laughter
underneath the motif of all circumstance,
but if i should fall
the world should bestow on me
the benevolence of every tears

listen-look at me
i lived free,
enduring all frail conception
like the prophet at the beach
while ringing false immunity
to the dust of my aching feet,
and if i should fall
then may my creed abide with me

listen-look at me
i die free
sprawling at the labyrinth of time,
my life,renewed on virtures breath,
and chosen among the disparities of man,
my wraith was seen smiling at the sun,
then if i should fall
the dust of the earth should not wait.

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Sing a song of sadness,joy not behold,
fighting for righteousness in three fold thought,
the heart is acheing,the truth is so cold

mind not for life is only a taproot
spreading the sweetness of pain in the foot

sing then,for this fate shall birth another
we live only just for awhile in time,
and fate trap on us like a wet feather.

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see how dubiously they hung
at the fairness of sky
and you thought they 'll be there for long
but you will force to believe a lie

and how gently do they drift
from the fondness of the heart,
but you 'll never know they are gift
hovering atop the shadows of man

But still they will disappear
like false friends during harmatan
and reappear like monks in dispear
shading the sun like minds over matter

clouds they are as we belive,
but they also could be dust
that sprinkle down the lust of eve,
it blind us to the worst

they are always there
disgusing with every weather
but once a closer look you bear
then you see the fact of life wonders.

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