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Sometimes I try to remember
those things I have forgotten
moving as the ember
suffering seasons as a rotten

when we were wandering
on the known river of a little boat
even more than trending
while passed beside the distant road

what I left!

Find the broken bridge
between me and my brotherhood
still I'm searching,
my first overcoat of the childhood

I find the images of my father,
brother with my mother
and among them I,
a lovely guy,
see the stars together

I scatter,
when see the clouds gather
and which has broken my shelter
as like as a strong hood

Again I find my first overcoat
of the childhood
maybe I left in the lost boat
which still sailing me away
in the dreams..

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@Musfiq us shaleheen
...
Find an instrument
Pick up a tune
Strum, drum, get out of the few.
Be the one
The only
Be the man or woman you were meant to be. Be a musician, or be a tree. Be a punker, or weird hippy. Be a ****, with the cool new kicks. Listen to the stones, zeppelin, mc hammer. Or styx. Pick up an instrument, make your own chord. Don't let life go by so easy. You are the guitar.
My God is no actor,
he need no script to make a winning role
He is the master of all things
he forgives our debts and our failures
without him, we are nothing
  Jan 2016 Musfiq us shaleheen
A Lopez
Some miss out
On
L
I
F
E.
Because they pay
To much
Attention
To others lives.
You fall from your body to eternity,
Not to death but in my eyes,
      Your name becomes untouchable,
Falling through a prism of mirrors,
        Each one my memory of you,
The eternal moment is a scattered fable
       As I divide you into words,
Kiss me at the solstice,
         The season bring about separation,
Alter and knife,
         The tremor of the moon on your *******,
Solar lovers in a cosmic body,
         We make two syllables out of love,
We paint the sky unfolding the horizon,
        Transfigures of body and time
The dream realised in another dream,
        I fall into you
             You fall into me,
We meet where the earth and sky kiss....
A dangerous tool to grasp, some used it to break some to mend
Its been said that it goes back way beyond the beginning of time

Of course if someone was misusing it you'd know
The victims bear the scars whilst benefactors bear the smiles

Are we all just cursed? Do we all suffer from Shakespeare's Syndrome?

Couples get married and then divorce
But the love never dies, Shakespeare was right
The love is converted and transfered to the kids
  Jan 2016 Musfiq us shaleheen
irinia
songs are sleeping in my naked shoulders
he said untranslatable words:
I want to confiscate your lips
aerate your dreams,
and all the rest, you know

I’ve tried my skin today
as if a nest of lazy hours
free spaces I found
patches of unhope,
poppies and
the possibility of you.

joy creates perfect moments
sweet fingers
nothing to take in or out
no shadows inside fists -
I just love how the light rides
the storm of things,
horizons are passing through
my words
and

*nothing louder than the heart
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