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I did lots of healing chasing after you
It may have been futile
But so healthy for me to do
The greatest love I ever knew
Never knew me, too
It’s probably shallow
But I’m making it deep
Choppy waters
Chaos on the heap
One of us
Won’t take the leap
Don’t make a peep
Pretend you’re asleep
You’ll never see me weep
The sound of my sobs
Don’t ring in your ear
There are no echoes
Of things you won’t hear
Mustafa 3d
I think of you
Lying on a sandy beach
A light breeze kisses my face
The sea is calm and still

I see you on the clouds in the sky
I see you on the air, hovering over the sea
I see you lying next to me
Yet I know you are very far away

I hear your laughter loud and clear
Your body emits a fragrance
Fresh as the scent of roses and jasmine
I can feel your presence next to me
Yet I know you are very far away

You are a portrait on the surface of the sea
A painting of vivid colours
A painting as only Michelangelo could make
So vivid, so real
Yet so far away you are

Ever in my thoughts you are, ever will remain
My Dream Girl, My Dream Girl
I have never seen you, yet I know you
Like I have lived with you, all my life

I see you so clearly that I could paint you
My Dream Girl, My Dream Girl
Alas, I am no Picasso or Rembrandt, MyLove
Only A Simple Soul From Down Under
For the person in search of his Dream Girl
Dandelion eyes
& a specialized delirium-
Caught by infinitys gate
Trepidation replacing darkness
A candle-lit labyrinth,
The devotees suffer the flagellance
Eschew the values of my former blood

The swell of the Atlantic mirroring
The catacombs of my blessed heart

Freezing endeavours repel
And return with the
Pull of the Lunar Kindness
O swollen Moon, lend me your light
Darkness bellows, in response to eternal flight
cyn 3d
shabdon ka khel iss layak nahi,
ki jang mein utar pao tum.
dekhna hoga, kya ijazat,
ki le lun tumse tumhara ghum?

agar mana paun tumko,
toh sambhal lun khud ko—
par dikkat yahi,
ki tum mere the hi nahi, kabhi.
Slavery is hell. Hell is back. Slavery is worse than hell
No freedom of speech! And democracy is neither cheap nor for sale
Hell is here again. Please listen to the first resounding bell
Hell is as terrible as slavery, a source of shame, pain, suffering and misery
For poor hardworking migrants who have crossed under infernal sunny
Days, hot and thunderous rainy nights, and dark cloudy sky
Many uninvited borders in order to reach potholes full of ice
And snow, where the weather is hostile, racist and deadly
God did not create our world to be so sinister and unfriendly.

Slavery is here again, where children are summarily killed
Where gentlemen are sissified and humiliated, where unskilled
Goons and henchmen are trained to be worse than wild animals
Where women are beaten and trampled like rags in shopping malls
Where rumors of inhuman atrocities are widely spread
To sow fear, fear which is as bad as living in real hell
And where young men and women’s futures are for sale
To the harshest and meanest detention centers or gallows
This sorry world has no future for people with so many lows.

Exploitation is hell. Hell is back, again. Corruption is hell for the masses in the crasse
For the victims of countless wars and for the desperate migrants who hide en masse
Rich countries wage major wars and let their proxies drop heavy bombs and cans
To destroy the fragile homes of the impoverished, unarmed and starved citizens
One wonders why some countries have a military budget so high and wasteful
Maybe only Satan knows why human beings cannot be too cordial or fraternal
And why factual rumors and actual animosities are so widely spread
Telling the truth always hurts bullies, tyrants, executioners and hideous perpetrators
While the uneducated victims behave like hiding zombies in the wicked corridors.

Copyright © September 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Onoma 3d
Hold pictures

that you

frame with

your eyes.

Cry openly.
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