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Sometimes I wish I was a taxi driver because I don't believe there is more honest person on earth.

They hear the apologies of intoxicated teenagers on their way home from club, that they used to fake ID's to get into.

They hear quarrels between frisky lovers who drank too much on their dinner date and can't wait to shed their clothing.

They hear the rumblings of elderly folk complaining about gas prices and the brand name stores that put the local businesses under.

but sometimes, they hear the confessions of lonely travelers who were wandering the streets at 3 in the morning, contemplating how they would like to take their life, until they saw a taxi cab driving so fast and realized it was their sign to go home.
 Feb 2014 Mustapha Othman
halioth
I'm gold and platinum
Then why do I feel like the mud, stucked under your ride's hooves?

You say you're a king?
Then I just became your crown,

Don't cast me in the box of your jewellery,
For I'm sparkly and shiny by nature,

On your head you should carry me,
Don't mistreat me with thick dust and dirt,

But if you wouldn't, if you can't, if you don't want to,
The farther you put me down,

The more I ****** your gold and glitters,
Before I vanish into thin air
 Feb 2014 Mustapha Othman
halioth
Who are you?
Where have you been?
I've moved the heaven
I've moved the earth
But I couldn't find you
Then you arrive today
So suddenly

I don't understand
I don't know
Its a new atmosphere
Its a new world
Don't look away
Stay close to me
Even a few moments of love
Are never too less

Let's drown ourselves
Then loose ourselves
And forget we ever knew sadness
Cos I've found shelter
And I've found home
In the warmth of your gaze

— The End —