Life is like a bubble,
It pops,
Springs forth,
Into another,
Like a song,
or a note,
Long held,
engrossed, ingrained,
Shame is worse than death,
But death is worse than night,
Form is something else all-together,
We are blighted,
By the essence of what is unseen and not heard,
We are found by what is,
And what could of always been


I sleep in a dead man's retreat,
Slowly clawing the sky,
Looking for the reason,
Why the dawn is crying my name,
When the Lord is all I can gain

Last cry of the ****
**** of sharp claw of falcon to catch the flying sparrow
A shriek of a pedestrian crushed by the sudden collision with rushed vehicle
Mourning and shouting of mothers of victims
Squealing of burned one
Screeching of helpless persons from the torture cells
Fear of future and misery of unemployed ones
Mixture of allowed and banned drinks
Violation of human rights
When rushed in veins of cruel greedy persons
After the passage of centuries
Continuously make the body to take jerks with amuse to perform a dance
With the beat of drums
The real Bhangrra of Karbastan.

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When you’re not here
nothing seems real
I’m lost and alone
this is how I feel

Broken and twisted
like barbed wire candy
Pinched like the pliers
I used to keep handy

Scratched on the surface
with sandpaper swinging
Cursing a hornet
my arms it is stinging

Caught in a nightmare
with someone named Freddy
Dreaming of Turtles,
of Flo and of Eddie

Stuck in the past,
well maybe tomorrow
Calling a neighbor
in hopes I can borrow

Something of value
they’re no longer needing
Maybe a band aid
to help with this bleeding

Unable to rock
to a song by Van Halen
Hot for (the) teacher
and spellin I’m failen

Hung out to dry
with a shirt on the line
Writing a poem
I just cannot rhyme

But so soon I know
Everything will be right
When you return home
later tonight

Then we will dance
neath the moon up above
Happy together,   (Imagine me and you and you and me)
forever in love