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Hallucinate BoY Jun 2017
He smokes to live
for dying soon
But he never was drawn
the creed on death

How life becomes dark essence
staring at the moonlit night
watching from over the sunshine

He thinks in distortion
walks on delusion
sleeps with the obsession
He lives in anarchy hallucination

He sings for true love
but love could never hold him last
He fights for living peace
but peace never be upon on him

Life becomes enamored death
scribed on nature
versified within soul light
But he never was seen
the death in his dark soul

He thinks in distortion
walks on delusion
He sleeps with the obsession

Doesn't he live in anarchy hallucination?
3 June 2017
Hallucinate BoY Aug 2017
"Build forts in each homestead
You must resist the Pakistani enemy
with whatever you have in hand
Remember, we have given a lot of blood,
a lot more blood we shall give if need be,
but we shall liberate the people of this country,
(if God blessed)

The struggle this time
is the struggle for our emancipation;
The struggle this time
is the struggle for independence"

Sheikh Mujib
7 March, 1971
"I have not seen the Himalayas. But I have seen Sheikh Mujib. In personality and in courage, this man is the Himalayas. I have thus had the experience of witnessing the Himalayas -  Fidel Castro"  

The assassination of Father of the Nation Bangabondhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was the killing of the president of Bangladesh, Father of the Nation Bangabondhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman and almost his entire family. It took place in the early hours of 15 August 1975, when a group of Bangladesh Army personnel went to his residence and killed him, during a coup d'état.

"Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life" was the principal motto of Sheikh Mujibur Rahman throughout his life as pointed out by Bob Marley.
Hallucinate BoY Apr 2020
The beauty in your eyes, is me
The holiness inside your soul, is me
The hope in your mind, is me
The words of your mouth, is me
The mitochondria found in your cells, is me

Everything is me, you are the host
Living through prayer to life
and
spread sense of essence,
In pursuit of crumbling love.
5 April 2020
Hallucinate BoY Nov 2017
Your home is still here, inviolate and certain.
Thank you, oh Lord, for the white blind light.

Jumped, ******, born to suffer.
Made to undress, in the wilderness.
Our love so found a safe niche
Where we can store up riches and talk to our fellows,
In the same premise of disaster.

Thank you, oh Lord, for the white blind light.

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God,
wandering, wandering a hopeless night.
Moonshine night, mountain village insane in the woods,
in the deep trees, in the deep trees, in the deep trees.

Your home is still here, inviolate and certain.
Oh, I want to be there, I want us to be there,
oh I want to be there, beside the lake, beneath the moon,
Cool and swollen, dripping its hot liquor.
I want to be there.

Thank you, Lord, for the white blind light.

A city rises from the sea.

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God,
Wandering, wandering a hopeless night.
Let me show you the maiden with wrought iron soul.
Out here in the perimeter, there are no stars.
Out here we're ******.
Immaculate.
Hallucinate BoY May 2017
The clouds that gathered turned to rain
The candles on your sill burned out
The weather on your face
Turned to match the mood outside

Reading through poems that you saved
That make the gloomy hours make sense
Or do they lose their power
With the yellowing of age

I saw you suffering
Through a foggy window in the rain
When you thought no one was watching, yeah
Going through your memories
Like so many prisons to escape
And become someone else
With another face
And another name
No more suffering

You sold the best of yourself out
On a chain of gray and white lies
One syllable at a time
You should have made them pay
A higher price

I saw you suffering
Through the cracked and ***** window pane
I was ashamed that I was watching, yeah
Going through your imagination
Looking for a life you could create
And become somebody else, yeah
With another face
With another name
No more suffering

I wish that I could find a seed
And plant a tree that grows so high
So that I could climb
And harvest the ripe stars
For you and I to drink
And spit the ashes from our mouths
And put the gray back in the clouds
And send them packing with our bags
Of old regrets and sorrows
'Cause they don't do a thing but drag us down
So far down
The past is like a braided rope
Each moment tightly coiled inside

I saw you suffering
Through the yellow window of a train
With everybody watching, yeah
Too tired for imagining
That you could ever love somebody else
From somewhere far away
From another time
And another place
With another life
And another face
And another name
And another name
No more suffering
RIP Chris Cornell... Love You & your poetry lyrics

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