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 May 2015 sajjad ali
Carolin
I am stronger than this.
I am stronger than having
my hands and legs tied
and ready to commit suicide.
I have poems ready to burst
deep down from the inside.
Dreams that are waiting to
be chased. A light that is
ready to shine over my
shadows and dark. I am
stronger than this. Water
will not defeat me tonight.
I refuse to give up and die.
I want to exist. To swim to
the surface and make it alive
to the water's shore. I want
to love and live* ~
for a woman's day flowering bouquets
are selled and bought frequently

for a woman's day many innocent flowers
are picked up to cherish a genuine smile on your beloved's lips curving

as she wraps her gentle arms around your shoulders
kissing you - you - attentionate - gentle man

how she loves you !
how you - her man - are deserving all her womanly love


to see a celebration of joy upon her lovely figure curving -
to see your woman exuberantly happy jumping

in the dinning room
eternally humbled and in love with you
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for a woman's day flowering bouquets
are selled and bought frequently

(   yet not very often since this ******* economical crisis emerged globally as a thunderous virus
so: dear man, husband, lover etc - if you bought:
- especcially expensive bouquet and she was relly ******* ... be informed she just wanted that fabulous new purse and that particular blouse instead - you *****, why don't you ever listen to her?

and if you didn't bought the flowers: you could at least bring her one rose and gave her the flower with a tear in your eyes ... endlessly enchanted
by her feminine grace and/or with a deep passion!
wild flowers are beautiful as a gift. . . aren't they!?!

- Her friends all got beautiful flowers - didn't you know that!?!  )

for a woman's day many innocent flowers
are picked up to cherish a genuine smile on your beloved's lips curving

(  but you did't thought - I know - You just forgot! - that she picks up only herbs and flowers for bio organic healing teas and brews;
why did you had to bring her flowers ... doomed to sadly die decaying in a vase - do you want to tell her she is . . . decaying!?!
There are flower pots who last longer as love does! didn't you know that!?!
You poor, miserable man - how can you not be ashamed - killing the innocent flowers!?!  )  


as she wraps her gentle arms around your shoulders
kissing you, you - attentionate - gentle man

(  her sulking in a corner;
her ... days and days not forgiving !
telling all her friends what a creep you are ... she should break up - doesn't she?  )

how she loves you
how you - her man - are deserving all her womanly love

(  and if your charming woman was pleased with flowers or without them, you looked suspicious and insencere, cause you said with a strange uncommon stiffness and discomfort the most spontaneous of three words -'I love You' - or did you said that to the other *****
more genuinely ... is there someone else!?! )  

to see a celebration of joy upon her whole figure curving
to see your woman exuberantly happy jumping

in the dinning room
eternally humbled in love with you*
 Apr 2015 sajjad ali
Pax
fate
 Apr 2015 sajjad ali
Pax

No bad deeds goes unpaid
strings of fate, never lose its raid.

a shout-out, tired, played to be a fool.
I've been played by my employer.
Manipulative and such a liar.
AS OF THE MOMENT I HATE MY LIFE
i'LL BE BACK WHEN THIS ANGER SUBSIDE...
 Apr 2015 sajjad ali
Pax
I’m tired of carrying you at my back.
Keeping you well fed
to the point I starved myself.

Did you often wonder what I feel?  
Have you ever thought of what I really want?
Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?

The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.
Time after time it wears me down.
To the point of exhaustion.
When can I stop and have a little break?
My mind is full and my heart is heavy.

These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.




© 2013 Pax

a very heavy old fragment, still hung around, carrying, starving, well someday in someway I'll be able to let you go....
 Apr 2015 sajjad ali
Pax
I love the idea of someone will be there for me
Yet in reality, I doubt it to be.
Truth that I knew so well
That I am hard to love seems no one can tell.
...sometimes this is what i know...
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