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She was crying.
So he approached
to lessen the anguish,
her life has notched

He exchanged her tears
with his cozy smile;
to calm down her nerves
at least for a while.

The language of tears
has always appealed him;
as to the insects,
the sundew's gleam.

Innate was this nature of his
to weep for the poor,
for the women, for the children
and for the downtrodden, to be sure.

But with hollow chauvinism
then, the men ruled the society.
And accounted weeping as a sin
resulting from inferiority.

They disliked the boy
and his uncommon ways
to heal the sufferer,
to their utter dismay.

They called the boy
and asked him to change
his beliefs and ideology
or to be ready to estrange.

The boy couldn't understand
how his actions have been
outrageous in their view
and thus sentenced as a sin.

He stood against them
and let the proposal decline.
He advocated his logic
to those ****** swine.

But their ears were concealed
to even the rumbling thunder.
Intoxicated by masculinity
they committed blunder.

The men enraged
and reached for their knives.
They shouted, they cursed
and skinned him alive.
This was the tale of a boy who was said to possess magical tears - the tears which would lessen the agony of other people. He found pleasure in eliminating pain and grief from others' life but the so called males became intolerant towards his behavior and later murdered him for the same
I thought I was beautiful in your eyes,
Not only on the outside but the inside too. 
I thought my smile for you
Was the only smile you'd appreciate to see. 
I thought my heart 
Was the only heart warm enough to love you. 
I thought my touch 
Was the only touch you wanted to feel. 
I thought you'd help me bury my past, 
But instead you became part of my past. 
I thought my thoughts of you were bittersweet. 
But, no, they were stupid!!
I thought I'd never be able to say 
"We were never meant to be."
But my thoughts taught me 
That without you
My life is complete.  
Those were the thoughts of a wandering heart
That wanders no more.
Out of all those years of my life, one bright memory stands out
Him tickling me to death and telling me that when he grew up he'd name his daughter after me
the blue skies, innocence, and giggles all around me
and I'd never felt more special or alive
he would come around on his jet black motorcycle, gleaming with care
his bright shiny chestnut brown eyes and short wisps of hair
we were just kids talking about the future like this faraway land only real in our dreams
now I'm here miles away
your eyes aren't the same, there's no traces of hair on your head
in quick glances, i almost see the boy i once knew with life in his eyes, a spark of light
now I'm here miles away
you're in that lifeless town you'd swore you'd leave
you still ride your motorcycle but it's rusty and not well taken care of
you have a daughter now, and I don't know her name
we were kids who grew up too fast
 Dec 2014 robotical world
Marley
For I have never seen such a beautiful sight,
Eyes rich with knowledge, lips plump with wisdom,
Every word, every look, every breath filled with
passion and aspiration.

For I have never seen such a terrifying sight,
Eyes rich with knowledge, lips plump with wisdom,
Every word, every look, every breath filled with
passion and aspiration.
Emotions felt
From what love has dealt
When I look at you I melt
Into your vibe becoming one
Queen of the Moon
King of the Sun
Still my heart to worship thee
Bare my soul for you to see
I am but a broken star
Pieces of me where you are
You have always been my Queen
Feel my breath in your dreams
I feel you in every nerve
Intertwined with my every word
Elevate me..make me strong
To be your King is where I belong
Inside you I feel at home
Wrapped around I'm hard as stone
Feel my vibe slide inside
Take my Goddess for a ride
Fantasy illuminates your ecstasy
Lay your crown next to me
Live in me like a room
My Celestial love Queen of the Moon
M.A.N 7-21-14
The table top is littered with empty coke cans,
and the bills are three weeks past due.
The baby is screaming for her dinner
but the poor mother is too transfixed by her own
concoction of poisons to take notice.
So while her baby girl shrinks,
her face will bloat from the sodium,
another tell tale sign that the cooking wine has been abused,
and she'll never stop sinking,
into her self created pit of despair,
because she's like an anchor that way,
and she'll always find someone else to bring down.
My mother sometimes forgot to feed me while on her binges of cooking wine and regret.
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