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Simon Nader Nov 2021
Here it comes
Here comes the sandstorm
After all the trials and tribulations
The moment to fight back is NOW!!!
It's this time the enemy going down

Went through hell and back
Strength in spirit and in heart
Raging up for the attack
Tides turning to get up for the start

Never going to surrender
The eyes are locked on you
This time it's to remember
And fight for what is true

(Chorus)---

Rise!
Rise!
Rise the sandstorm
It's time to settle the final score
Rise!
Rise!
Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm
Battle to win this massive war
It's time to rise!
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When the chips are down
And everything does collapse
This is the time to fight on
Lady in red is here for the help

She brings the battle forth
Controlling the time and the sands
Crashing the foes in this form
Here she comes for the final stand

As the storm forging in the distance
Intensifying through the place
Becoming the queen of the sands
Her heart is about to race

She is fighting for what is true
Bringing her rage ALL ON TO YOU

(Chorus)---

Rise!
Rise!
Rise the sandstorm
It's time to settle the final score
Rise!
Rise!
Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm
Battle to win this massive war
It's time to rise!
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Here it comes
Here comes the sandstorm
After all the trials and tribulations
The moment to fight back is NOW!!!
It's this time the enemy going down

(Guitar Solo)

Ascending from the ashes
A warrior from the Earth
She has the power
Many tides to turn

Fearless in her rise
Stronger through it all
Tornado raging in eyes
Overly standing tall

Unleash the primal screams
Bringing enemies TO THEIR KNEES

(Chorus)---

Rise!
Rise!
Rise the sandstorm
It's time to settle the final score
Rise!
Rise!
Rise! Here comes the Sandstorm
Battle to win this massive war
It's time to rise!
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Here it comes
Here comes the sandstorm
After all the trials and tribulations
The moment to fight back is NOW!!!
It's this time the enemy going down

FIGHT ON!!!!

(Outro Guitar Solo)
astronaut Aug 2018
Dear me,

I hope this letter finds you kind, I hope it finds you at ease,
I hope it finds you as you were born.. a soft spring breeze.

I am writing this letter to inform you that you still have space to unfold, that you are a continuum that doesn’t have to settle for the broken uni-verse where you were unraveled.

You, love, are not limited to your synonyms.

You can develop into a sandstorm speaking the names of the Saharas to your left and to your right.
a sandstorm that does not blind the sufi midnight traveler.
a sandstorm that travels beyond the desert.
a sandstorm carrying a water-well for the thirsty.

You can develop into an ocean that doesn’t stand in arrogance where there is land.
an ocean that waxes and wanes to the rhythm of the moonlight caressing you.
an ocean that doesn’t erode the rocks standing on its shore.

You can develop into a soft spring breeze that makes a home of all the other seasons.
a soft spring breeze that gently ****** through a baobab tree trunk.
a soft spring breeze that playfully tickles the arms of a nesma on her university bus writing this.

Kindly find attached to this letter the love your father has tucked in bed a long time ago and never double checked on it.
Kindly find attached to this letter the understanding your mother stored in the kitchen cabinet she is too short to reach.
Kindly find attached to this letter the forgiveness you have tried to grow out of sunflowers seed every winter.

Always sincerely,

Forever yours.
Mongi Jan 2018
Sandstorm of Affection

We danced in our spheres
Kept the hope for happiness within
But exhaustion and time came and undressed our realities
Fate became inevitable

With a single blow

We ran into our separate caves
Left the sandstorm to tear down everything that once surrounded us
We survived in our safety pretext
But the sandstorm was all in our element, where it lingered

Throughout our quests for genuine safety
We left little holes
Like those of termites' hills
To peep through as we paid careful attention
To the hope of the storm's immediate resolution
But so sorrily,
The winds were cruelly stronger than our expectations
And the turbulent winds spun violently piercing grains of sand
That greedily and hurtfully clogged our spying termites' holes
And shun us from the only last thing
That the sandstorm in our element had spared
So now we can hope for survival in our isolated darks

Thus, with a single atom of hope left within
Will we ever see each other again?
The cruel wish

Mongi C. Nkabindze
Time, it does everything, from construction to destruction. Reconstruction remains a phenomenon under question
Zane H Jul 2014
I've got a sandstorm,
blowing through my mind.
A million bits of sand,
is all I'll ever find.

Blinding me today.
Blinding my way.

The massive sandstorm,
rages on and on.
A thousand feelings,
the sand is never gone.

Blinding me today.
Blinding my way.

I'm lost and alone.
winds of sand have blown,
away my sense of direction.
Nothing for protection.

Blinding me today.
Blinding my way.

I trek through the dust.
I know that I must,
Find my inner oasis,
mental clarity's graces.*

Braving the storm,
I'll find my way today.

7/29/14
I sometimes get lost in a sandstorm of thoughts and emotions.
PERTINAX Apr 2017
As the sandstorm rises to block the sky
And the air becomes thick with grit
I embrace for the impending impact
Patiently waiting to say my final goodbye

As the gale swept closer my ears began to ring
The moan of the approaching monstrosity
Silencing all but my thoughts on life
To which I prehumously began to sing

"Take me higher up ye selfish demon
You cannot take my sway
For I have traveled further then even you
You cannot block my way"

As if angered, the roar began to increase
The arid tempest rotated and spun
Spinning faster than I could ever think
Reaching down it snatched me off my feet

Together we rose, rolled, and tossed
Till the air cleared and I was alone again
Looking down at my last seconds of life
Realizing the beauty of the world I had lost

So I sang as I fell to my death:

"Do not mourn me for I am now free
Higher up above I can finally see
Ye are not the devil I thought ye to be
All along it was the evil inside killing me"
Read in landscape format
nivek Jul 2014
hours of spaces coloured green
finger tips to feel with
eyes empty of sleep
looking outward dreamy
wake up all noises
this oldering body hurts to live in
each breath a sandstorm of smoking
every decision a mockery
Robin Carretti Aug 2018
Do you really think
everything you
see and touch or
love with such care
Has your name on it
   *      *      *      *      
*Divinity meet the Great

     *      *      *      *      
Lifetimes healing two freaking amazing feet


The house Mr. and Mrs.
   I suppose?
I double dare them
Great Play "Domino"
Where art thou freaking
match
Lover of all time Romeo

Prince and the Pauper her lovely
peasant dress the big catch of the day
This is the fisherman
All hooks and bait of
workmanship
The naked play Julliete
begin
So totally wherein

The spiritual home
never doubt I love

Shakespearian historian
Two Love DovesVictorain
Spiritual growth

Unconditionally
Freaking Great Earth

Defines your passion
The best creation your birth
Our defeat nothing turns
automatically sweet

This is our
"Great Expectations"

What to value anymore
Constitution versus the
Freaking Show Institution

Full bloom maturity growing
adventure unknown
On the same wavelength
He still dresses the same
In the Same town
New York Serendipity
Ice cream cookie dough mix the
freak shakes

That's great no time for breaks
The Baskin sin Robbins
Robin Bob Bobbin

People are not surviving
Their world is too weak
They cannot stretch to hold

The French connection kiss
fourteen carats of gold
Making a rise in good stock
Cattle sold
The Trump Tower fall out stars
The great year for puzzles

The worlds are full of moments
when we shouldn't be laughing
Not a great time he meets your
sadness
Round star of tears kindness

In her movement happiness walk
The worst times bring out her
   freaky nature  

Never aches either to change
Furniture looks modern cold
freaking great hot she was told

To be bonded in a marriage
Feeling older like her antique
wicker baby carriage
Eiffel tower the powerful
romance hour meeting her
happy hour

He is shopping for suits
Going back to his Brooklyn roots
smells of food feeling good

Getting into someone's mind
Meet Robin Hood
If I can turn back time the vessel
The Joker wild fossil

Like a freaking booker
there is no guarantee
The Suspense is killing me
don't freak out

Not paying your rent on-time
Those specks marked up your glasses
Time passes but your making a
spectacle of yourself


Imagine the world all alone
Brillantina smiling at
the Mona Lisa petite ballerina
Great Professor brother
Freaking out sister
Two-headed circus the Freakshow  
The haves or
the have-nots week went slow

The trees someone's apple poison
Gives someone such pleasure
companion what a complicated
mission

  Too deeply dwell in the possibilities

Each morning we are born again
Broke some blood capillaries
Or time will tell the Vampire Diaries

Tomorrow is another day
How you wish every day was payday

Almond eyes creaminess
The pick-up color of your dress
What is curdling freaky spooking
No time to Hail the Mary
Milk Soy what a cute
little miracle boy

Even talking on your
Light up tree ringtones
Out of your comfort
high cheekbones
Egyptian Camels sandstorm
Kiss your Mother just feel

His smile fireplace candescent
With your lover, he could
paint your body how
time just went in a heartbeat

The world is moving but
you're losing some gravity
But he lifts some parts
Sinking your teeth into the
best corn on the cob

Medieval times his
sword is taking
Anew freaking shape
Emerging and peeking out
Hair is French braided fine
knotted

He zooms out freaking great
one of a kind Corvette
Calling to you your name
He told the world
standing like a God
We are all freaking great
  
Poets* Just start to know it
This is freaking great or not we laugh sometimes when things aren't funny but that's okay we need to move on and make it the better day even if our prayers are not answered its in our hearts the best parts are you-you are the freaking great
TheMystiqueTrail Oct 2018
A storm,
a sandstorm,
a blinding sandstorm!

Grits of gold
inebriated with a haunted hurricane
danced with a fiendish fervour
in its search for identity.

Glare of gold blinds,
grip of greed delirates.

Like a marauding butcher,
slivers of gold
gouged out your saneness.

You danced
like a possessed,
with the yellow glister
holding your hand to the funeral pyre  of your created destiny.

— The End —