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voyager Jun 2015
Alas! where did humanity go
justice ,is what we call for
perhaps the government should hear this
intervene and act upon this
But my cry falls on deaf year


Fathers have turned to their daughters
Mothers like their partners to their sons
**** day in day out.

is this humanity or *******???

the globe is changing as it were said,
the end is coming,the rise of evil will o'ercome
the good

men to men
women to women
slaughtering fellow humans  like goats
surely is this humanity???//
  Jun 2015 voyager
Born
I often talk about love as an electric emotion
Good or bad fiction
That is still unknown to me
I've seen the worst of this illusion
As real as it is, it _is still a fiction

I often talk about pain
because am dying to open up  but i can't
so i to write my poems  
to be content, to be peaceful

I wanna feel you tonight,
don't want to be on my own
Just let me be your freak,
and spin the wheel tonight

We are,we are who we are
We are that who we are
We are just those crazy people

Don't worry about diamond
it left me in pieces
shining in blisters
that stranger with hiccups
in death you rest in pieces
A mixture of trance, truth, just a circulation of thoughts
  Jun 2015 voyager
Born
Sometimes I write words that I think are perfect and mighty

but when I read your words ,they ******* me ,they make me feel like a nonsense trying to make sense

They make me Wonder, why should i call  me a poet
With words that don't rhyme  
or flow

But again I believe that this words are perfect and mighty
they gave me hope
I found peace whenever I wrote them
I floated like a feather and forgot my permanent scars
with these words am a Knight and a hero
what are you with your words
  Jun 2015 voyager
Born
So what happens after we fall in love
then I tell you stories
The ones that are invisible to the eyes of many

Then I grew old and reminisced on my weary love aches
the ones that got you here

Once upon a time the moon was brighter than the sun
now that's how you begin a love story
then I tell you about the daring ghosts

But first love her most
your mother
the months of agony are irreplaceable, priceless

My child
Love is real
you float like a feather
Then when you find your person
be sure to tell your kids that
Love is Life

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