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The world turns and turns
Days and nights, pages in a book
My chapters are still
In the first act
I observe and open welcomings
Life would seem to have it so

Now I cross
Into the rising action
A world ulterior objects breeds
Full of infantile inhibitions

The world twists and turns
Coiled by the challenge that engulfs us
Sprung are the few, clenched are many
By the mist we inhale
Sprayed unto all from nowhere
And everywhere

The world twists and twists
A curdling sensation
We all turn numb from
Is my plight foreign, is anyone's?
Have the roads left a place to wander?
Leave me to the space between all
Away from marks of certainty

Rewritten or not
The chapters will continue
And the twists will turn the pages
Until my tale is done
And I begin the next
Mohammad Skati Jan 2015
They act something ,but                                                                                        They say something else ...                                                                                      Their sayings versus their acts                                                                                 Simply because they play on words ...                                                                  It's hypocritical to say something and                                                                    To something else anytime and anywhere ...                                                         Those who say something ,but                                                                               They do something else                                                                                            Are merely bubbles stir a storm in an empty cup of coffee .
Aaron Mullin Sep 2014
Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest

Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest

Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest
Brunch with Myshak at the Cabana
There is a fear that beckons heavy shivers,
Summons enveloping shutters,
Brings cold cringes and endless, eternal tears
Constrains me in the Stygian night
Convulses my chest without the pinpoint ray of light
Physically it cannot harm me,
Just detain in cold dark
Though attacking the innocent, malicious—and holy
Never has it fossilized anyone such as I

To be tossed without trying,
To fail without attempting,
To submit without fighting,
To die without living—
My gravest, deadliest, most harrowing fear
Is that I die without any acts at all.
Without friends, hope, or even soul
Just debilitating terror...

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