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 Jan 2015 namii
Mohd Arshad
He lies, my brother, in the open,
No sleep, no dream, no hope bright,
Only fog, only chill, only spirit's sounds,
O my God! Descend a warm shawl for his night!
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 Jan 2015 namii
halfheartedsoul
It's a struggle, a dilemma;
One that have always been
but a procurement of
emptiness and insecurity,
in the way of a fish out of water.

While life and death was never
brought to front,
it was simply the matter of
awaiting the alloted time.

It would've been good to recognise all the weaknesses and treachery at a glance but in that split second when a point was made, naught came to mind
but a lesson of life.

Of simple humiliation,
of swallowing that lump in the back of your throat and suppressing that gargantuan rise of emotions in the chest, heavy and foreboding.

Because it is then you learn,
of yourself and the world.

No one promises that it'll all be fine,
but there's more to life than
failures and setbacks.

On the day past the point of living,
maybe then you'd understand that it all is necessary afterall.
 Jan 2015 namii
Simpleton
I sought after you
between the pages of books
I became a seeker of the stars
and hidden souls
that dwelled in musical symphony

Amidst the flawlessness of nature
I felt secrets kiss my skin in the breeze of the dawn
and there I found you
and I flew without wings
Rhythm the knife
  hacks eternity into Meter,
  sharpens Itself into Phrase.

Our Song of the Severed Soul.

One wide-open
   mouth sings the bewildering
   majesty of Silence.

Signal drowning in the noise.

A ****** of Shrewd
   crows peck out the eyes
   of an out-of-tune reality.

This Geometry of eclipsed lines.

Free from the bonds
   of Melody, liberated
   from the Staff, awakened.

My Song the Quiet of Forests

Interstices where no discord
   mars the naked Truth,
   nor dulls the timbres of Self.

Here shall I shout my ineffable Gladness.

Where the ear of no listener
   may its fairness tickle,
   nor its Word turn astray.

*The winds of my Flute
blow sweetest.
 Jan 2015 namii
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
when your temper begins to flare
a sure sign the devils there
trying to get you in his trap
tormenting you so you will snap.

so he can have his wicked way
and with your mind he will play
he will use his evil spell
and drag you to his burning hell.

so when your temper begins to flare
just beware the devils there
 Jan 2015 namii
Silence Screamz
Smack me
Hit me
Lock me in the dark

Stain me
Drain me
Falling off my mark

Hurt me
Break me
Hide all my pain

Stab you
**** you
Gone with all the rain
Violence from inside..mental torture
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