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Body of beauty
body of grace
******* neatly
in a bow of lace.

hands making haste
mind and body in a rush
lips yearning for a taste.
by cheeks red from blush.

Unwrapped, revealed
what's underneath
an explosive treasure
now unconcealed
White Blank Canvas
Thoughts Flooded With Void
An Empty Madness
Drained And Annoyed

Lost For Creation
Searching, Searching
**** This Frustration
Where Are You Hiding

Please End This Game
You Win, Come Out
Arc Up, Take Aim
Let The World Hear Your Shout
How I feel when my imagination shuts down. :|
A Beautiful Day
It Has Been
But Sadly Now
Comes To End
To All Goodnight
Have Sweet Dreams
And Sleep Tight
Stressed out to the max
Head uncontrollably whirring
My patience being taxed
My stomach is stirring

Blood rushing, veins bulge
Muscles tensed, tearing apart
In this instability I do not indulge
This madness, lost in dark thought

I need to be alone
Prevent any harm
Lay like a cold stone
To return to calm
Stressed night at work -.- just venting
Wind gliding through trees
Leaves whistling in the breeze
Diamond river trickling with ease
Rays of a warm beating sun
The beauty of Nature's Hum
Beginning to lose faith
total loss of breath
Humankind begins to disgust
total loss of trust
Society tearing apart
total loss of heart
Cursed monsters control
total loss of soul
Too much disgusting behaviour. Animal abuse, destroying forests, war for greed and power. Too much to name.
 Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa
witchy woman
I remember your face, like it was yesterday
when the sea spirits & wood nymph's played
early sunsets, long resting days
the grass blown in a newly sewn bouquet

You were such a lovely soul to me
I knew in you, I could be free
Through your saccharine-blossoming songs to me
in a simply speaking voice, or poetry

Let a rainbow trail your wings,
when you take off and fly
Through mountains, and waterfalls
the center of the earth, or the moon so high

the Mourning Dove's, sweet
morning lullabies

maybe if we try,
we can travel this earth forever,

you and i
your journeys are so wonderful, wish I could join.
I read every last word.
 Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa
witchy woman
You mold me like plaster
in the tight grip of your
chiseled hands

from working out in fields,
fixing all those cars
and every song you've ever played
has made those hands

driving yourself to hell knows where
taking a buzzer to your hair
and all the shots, drugs cut and rolled
have engraved those hands

and now,
here sits she
he thinks she's an angel
her eyes like the sea
voice like a dove
in which she craves
he's learned to love

he picks her up slowly
holds her warm and safe
until springtime slowly makes her way
her heart, a delicate beat
softly saying


I am privileged to be held by such hands.
sigh him.
 Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa
witchy woman
So much passion rests in his palms
solo's & chord's an ease
through every last song.
Sometimes I wish to
explain to him the "he"
behind every line of poetry.
Every line, typed out on
script, to give his lusterless
love-life a trip.
Imagine what we could be
if the world had been gracious
enough to unite you & me.
Through timeless days,
space above my head I pray
that soon, we will see that day.

*It breaks  my heart, all I see is we will never be. I bleed. I cry. I don't know why but something that rests so deep in your heavy eyes has just-

made me feel, again.
His soul. I feel it in the back of my throat. Embodying me as I think of him, Oh my god.
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