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it's the way he held his cigarette between his fingers, you just knew he was up to no good. All you wanted to do was inhale all the toxic gas cause he was killing you and you loved every second of it.
How am I supposed to resist a bad boy thats a good man?
When she smiles,
It's like a baptism
Freeing me from all the worst things in life
Her happiness floods over me like God reforming the world
And I'm adrift on the arc of her love
The only thing keeping me afloat
Above this sea of melancholy and despair

Though sea monsters reach from the bottom,
Trying desperately to sink a claw in my throat
I feel protected by your omnipresence
As if your hand could smite any foe
From a thousand miles away

You are the lighthouse,
That guides me to the safety of your shores
And when I port, I'll step out
And kiss the ground you've laid before me
In eternal gratitude for your safe harbor

I'll always find safety in you
It's a metaphor, yo
///
If I go through the darkness
I see, all around the darkness
but I have a third eye
where there I can see your light

you are the light
that enlighten me
where there I find my way

If I go through the wrong
I see, all around the wrong
but if I hear through my another third ear
where there I can catch your voice

I find your words
that brings my words
where there I make my poetry

If I go through thee known song
I feel, I can't go through the whole song
but if I feel through my third sense
where there I am very curious to seek your song

I try to sing your song
that makes my melody
where there I can make my song again

If I go through thee mind
I feel, I lose my interest rapidly
but if I feel through my third vision
where there I feel the spirituality  

I try to understand your mind
that brings shine on my mind
where there I can make my soul again

If I go through thee road
I feel, I can't grow my motion
but if I think through my sixth sense
where there I move to your road again

I try to go through your road
that makes my speed again
where there I will make my love again
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen
If I go through: the realization through life
he espied our poems
on the internet
so fetching they'd look
in his pilfering net

without so much
as a by your leave
that thief did stow them
up his ****** sleeve

he twas like an incessant
plaguing parasite
taking those fab writes
which did so invite

none of them were
his intellectual property
they'd been nicked
with much impropriety

he got his fingers
caught in the honeypot
making off with works
which were not of his own slot

such brashness he did exhibit
for all to see
pretending that the pieces
were of his tree

he shall be recalled
for the loot that he took
of this deed he should be
bought to book

no person with a conscience
would ever steal
what isn't rightfully theirs
in its creative deal
#plagiarism  #thief  #creative
all my life
wanted to write just
the way
Joni (Mitchell) sings

seesawing
rising unexpected,
write the changing temperament
in the pitch,
of now

yawing, oscillating,
speedy slow,
enunciating the whip of
love crazy

twist to fall into a
double-time
bass baritone insane
from and into a higher pitch,
switch on the
en garde,
blue ink
onto cloth napkin poetry

plain plaintive,
rendering the scene,
rendering my heart,
it's crazy high-lows,
emotion backyard
swing set

Oh Joni!
I could drink a case of you


that is was what I
told the single girls
when I was a wooing man

send me home,
high and crying,
thinking uneven,
creatively,
drinking you,
pounding the dashboard,
sing our palpitating poems

thinking up
the in-between
songs of
till next time

that they loved so much
they begged,
sing it again and again

I drank them all
and think now of poem love songs,
vintages that never caged,
never aging,
those songs I wrote for them,
back in the day
when Joni
taught me how to
see life in verse
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