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So much depended
upon

the hands that
counted breaths

the sixty constant
ticks

ears never seemed
to miss.
The people you love
The ones you protect and defend
They will cut you down
Break you into bits
Shatter the love that you felt

You were my sister
You were my friend
Yet over and over
Time and again
You have witnessed the love I give to you
And Seen only what you wished to

I am no scapegoat
I do not hurt the people I love in this way
I protect and cherish
I don't create dismay
I have loved you
For many long years
Why would I ever
Desire your tears?

I have never hurt you
Never told you a lie
Done everything you have asked
Without asking why

You take all of this
And ***** me over
You cut me down
And rip out my heart
You've broken me
For the last time
Now the only interests I look out for
Will be mine
Oh, how we were cast these roles.

Me,
the defender.

You.
the aggressor.

Yet we do nothing.

Not a single movement can be tied to this silent dance of ours.

The ice you breathe coats the walls.
And the fire I bleed,
seems too weak to melt it.

Through these desperate pleas,
I am rewarded with empty palms.

Together,
we created steam.

An escape for you.

Yet for me,
it will be a place
to hide the pieces of my heart.
The thing about "firsts" is that they can never be repeated.
The thing about "lasts" is that you never know they're the end.
The symbol of my culture

One I've yet to meet.

My mother always told me "You're just like you Father"

The one I've yet to meet.

Still I pray I find some culture, where all this land seems to be

Now I don't know Spanish , but I've got the face of a queen.

Just like a bag of rice

Mix me up, mix me up

I come together nicely

Until I'm all dried up
She lives a quiet life,
she tiptoes around,
she whispers when she speaks,
she hardly ever makes a sound.

Although her words are quiet,
her mind is very loud.
She has so much to say,
but no one listens for soft sounds.

She's an invisible girl,
who doesn't want to stand out,
she just wants to be heard,
without having to shout.

Sometimes the loudest people,
aren't saying much at all.
Empty words and promises,
just leave their mouths and fall.

But whispered words fly high,
and catch peoples attention,
they're intriguing, so amazing,
but only when they listen.

So look outside the spotlight,
because often the real star,
isn't anyone on stage,
but the mind behind it all.

Like, the green mountains envelopes into
the bounty of the hills and valleys;
The valleys in turn mingle with rivers;
and the rivers with the deep ocean,
The winds of lust, hug with emotion;
Nothing on this earth world is single;
In one way or other all of us mingle;
Why not you and me, go hand in hand !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by Williamsji Maveli

Anything,
particularly blended;
or something
specially branded;
all has its own
inheritance  in this
mysterious planet.
The frames may change,
    yet the picture
remains the same.
Every incredible
spectacle will vanish,
every charming word will fade;
Yet the face of you  is the same.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by Williamsji Maveli

My heart beats, thirsting for your love;
A sweet song of joy echoed from above
To fill my soft-corner with pure delight;
Listening your love verse in the night

We walk together in the candlelight;
Let me embrace you in my arms tonight
Holding you close to me to dance in slow
I whisper words of love to let you know

For me you are more than this world
So precious, valuable, rare like gold;
A time of healing love, joy so sweet;
In the pale moonlight we both meet.

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
______________________________________________________­_________________________

williamsji@yahoo.com
Thursday, 28th February, 2013

www.williamsji.com
www.moonmakers.com

Love birds in winter, stitch  their nest;
While frost has wounded their breast.
Meadows and forests,  all became grey;
The Sun encloses his eyes within a ray;
A  huge tree without leaves stand naked;
Against the blue sky, so well outlined;
Like a bare women along the sea shore
Walk away to her destiny, like a *****.
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
_______
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.­com
From the collection of "microthemes" (Collection of Micro Poems) , by Williamsji Maveli
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