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everyone has demons some that we dont know
they get into your head and in your mind they go
waiting in the shadows hidden out of place
till there comes a time when your demons you must face.

some of them are strong from which you cannot hide
you must use your will and the soul you have inside
this will help you fight and keep your mind so strong
send your demons to the devil to hell where they belong
i love to hear the birds sing there morning song
singing loud and clear as the hop along
a lovely melody so soft and very sweet
i just love to listen as i tap my feet

like a symphony as they sing in tune
an orchestra at dawn as they start to croon
bringing in the morn in such a lovely way
singing all together to welcome in the day.
Start and stop
Up the street,
Turn 180,
Repeat the beat.
The gurus on
Confessional wheels,
Absolve our sins,
Emptying bins.
I swear
They swear
A solemn oath
Never to
Disclose the truth
Found in our garbage
By the brethern,
Garbage stinking
To high heaven.
Bottles, syringes,
Boxes, bones,
Peelings, plastics,
Old cell phones,
Discarded trash
From our homes.
Wrappings bleeding
Seeping ****:
*By our garbage
Ye shall know us.
playin them silly games !

/|/        /|/

                                                               ­   she wanders dark hills

She is not afraid to be alone




She does not read your poetry

She sees the vision in your eyes

Your brutal lack of honesty

They way you hide from any light

••

where she is becomes the home

For all children and their immortal " friends "

/////

The moon and the ET's

Talk together

About her

And just how she has changed the world

••

AND YOU !

WHAT ARE YE GONNA DO ?

are YE gonna stop playing

Them silly games ?

//

You seem so stupid all the time
Reaching
for him
was useless,
for
his hands
were too
busy
grasping
at freedom
~~
Sometimes Loudly
Sometimes Silently
Yellow leaves have fallen,
Becoming dry
Pale
Passing through as the grained Sound on the Street

Slowly dark flees across the evenings
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
Has Shuffled
The Past
Present
Future

Your form that creates metaphors
And what a wonderful feel
Through out its gravity
Night dancing,
When aroma of Night-Queen
Moving in the air,
Plays with the moonlit
As if Reminds
The First love Poem

Has burned within the form
Standing to fascinate
Away, a dense bunch
Of vine Forest
Bored Air moving
Listening the murmur
Of dried leaves
In the passing wind of banner
As if Someone Calling with
My old name

Empty
Restless Heart
Today is the tune that somewhere else
Like a flow
Of a distant river melody,
Surging waves of the attack
In the Strange night of Spring

Continuous grey leaves falling
Falling on the Floor
Whispering the words on the street goes through
What an Illusion!
What Shadows!
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
whispering the words on the street goes through/
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