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War is Peace
We wage this war,
it's the only way, they say,
to keep the peace.
War is the only solution,
they say, it's for the best.
This war is what keeps
the world at peace with each other.

Freedom is Slavery
They make the choices for us,
it gives us freedom
from the stress of independence.
We would fall to our own
weaknesses if we were free.
Freedom means to be enslaved
to the very choices some desire.

Ignorance is Strength*
We keep our eyes shut tight,
We needn't know the truth,
it only leads to weakness.
The world is a scary place
and it's easier to know that
black is white and up is down.
The paradoxes in the book "1984"
Hello, friends,
It seems there are two hundred of you.
How terrifying.
I like you all very much,
but I hope you don't
expect much from me.
Thank you for all your support,
Poetry was meant to be shared.
~love,
Liz and Lilacs
/
One day,
With the absence of my mind
Ran to the river
What might cause for getting the creeps
I called out to her tune,
Would draw the magnitude

Which  made,
A stream of love
Reserved my chest with a colorful sailboat
I was moving
Along the unknown way with playing flute
Then came one of the exotic path

The distant villages,
Then along the earthy way
The meantime
When I became tired,
Have to rest
In the shade of green

Dropped the melody of birds
Plucked the flowers,
Hoped the song with flute
Then suddenly
I came to your home yard
You heard my mystic songs
And to be loved,
Beloved--
 
Was filled with songs of bird
Sky, Air, Meadows
That earthy way
Stars stood up  
Filled the night sky
The river grew with Silver Moon

Yet Fill with the moonlight
Follow the river down
To My old boat along the moonlit
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
old boat along moonlit
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Almost Lover
Sitting in the floor
Pulling my hair
Surrounded by thousands of people
That are not really there.

I feel the bugs on my skin
The thoughts tell me to hang myself
I ask "When"?

Loud noises from the hollow
All in my head
Throwing up the pills I did not swallow.

Oh God, where are you now
I'm going crazy
I'm going to **** myself... Somehow

Wrote a note to my mom
I'm so sorry I said
Eight years ago
I'm still not dead.

* YOU CAN OVERCOME THIS
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
caroline
i can hear
the neighbors next door
falling in love,
while we lay here together
falling apart.
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