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Rexhep Morina Jan 2015
While trying to find my self,
I have lost my self,
In depths unreachable,
In darkness invisible.

Breaking the social constructs that I am built in,
A war cry echoed through time and space,
Infinite possibilities unfold in front of my destiny,
A destiny worth a thousand peoms.

Still searching,
Still seeking,
Still looking for that which is me,
A soul confined in a human shell.

Eager to see that which is not visible,
to feel that which is unspeakable,
A sudden awe surrounds my mortal form,
Liberation, freedom.

A unique feel of bliss,
the hand of god has reached for that which is within me,
Awakened I am to the purest form that I be.

Pain, guilt, sorrow and fear,
are vanquished in the blink of an eye,
The heavens await me, as I sail through the vast oceans of infinity.
In order for one self to truly find it self, one must first lose it self.
Rexhep Morina Jan 2015
Broken, alone I am left,
Tears I shed,
The pure transforms into blood red.

I can't say that I made it,
I deserted it,
In a desert of memories I am left with.

My sight blurred,
My love unsure,
A sickness without a cure.

Left with the vision of your unspeakable beauty,
I ache for the piece that you took from me,
In a world of darkness you are the only light I see.
Dedicated to something that I had, but lost.
Rexhep Morina Jan 2015
Sanctuary, peace of mind
Liberation, freedom;
A sacrifice from your piece of mind,
Long gone, foretold and carried by the whispering winds,
I can feel my eyelids, getting heavy
Seen to many wars, too many broken hearts
Shattered, fragments lost in time
Forever lost, forever you must
As leaves and metal turn into dust,
You must, always trust that which is just.
The light, the love
that which is eternal.
Rexhep Morina Jan 2015
I am one with everything as everything is one with me
in the darkness my self I see,
the light which I am made of, the love that lies within me.

I am the sky beyond,
limitless, bound by none.

I am the air which you breath,
the life that you live,
the memories that you still keep.

I am the earth that you walk on,
the ground that you fall on,
the dreams that you see,
the thoughts that you be.

Everything is me,
I am everything.
One of the first pieces of poetic beauty that I wrote.

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