By Arcassin Burnham


Done burned spit ends deep in my mind ,
I did it all for you,
I can't believe any word you say even if its true,
Can't sacrifice for love , what ever is above
will forgive me,
Just know if it goes down, every ex that ever hated are memories,
It might be you..

I can't love you , I can't love you, its like
being tortured way down in hell,
And oh my ******* gawd! Your lies will
throw me in jail,
I bring peace and love in this hated world , I hope
You could see,
Just know if it goes down, every ex that ever hated are memories,
It might be you,

You hate me , I can't love no more,
When we started you said you were for sure,
Go tell lies to your friends some more,
Can't love no more, can't love no more,
When we started you said you were for sure,
Go tell lies to your friends some more.

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Sip sip,
The trees don't look as good as they used to,
They used to,
The sparkling bliss that is your eyes , when they arrive ,
Its like a dream just pulling me in,
breathing life into my lungs like no other herb,
I will leave my feelings at the door with one word,
And thats clear, and then if this clear enough,
Make your bed and lay in it when you see that could give two *****,
Good riddens,
Relaxation got me feeling high like off the ground to other realms,
I feel like , my body is being detoxed as well speak like,
So wavy I feel like going to sleep like,
It had me right.

I am drunk on the universe.
Drunk on gentle breeze that caresses
and breath infused with miracles.
Drunk in moment that shows gateways
to new beginnings in this the changing world.
Drunk on the fine wine of gratitude and compassion.

Here eyes of reader...
drink up through portal of visions
Let yourselves let go with fine vintage of love
to get drunk for it carries your essence
meant to be savored.

नसा नही था सराबका , वही अब बना सहारा
सराबी नही मे, पर हु उस् घडीका मारा

दुनीया कहे पागल, कोइ दिवाना
कोही मुह मोडे, कोही रुठ जाए
कोही  देखे घुरके , कोही फिर संझाए
याद नही मुझे बना कैसेमे, सराबी
कास, राहोमे कोइ मुझसे टक्राए —२

रात कट्ती नही, सराब बगयर
साकी मेरे बहुत, लेकिन, सवही सराबी
रंग बिरंगी सराब हे, लेकिन, नसा हे सबका वही
पिकर, पिलाकर आज फिर, एक आगया चेतना
कास, राहोमे कोइ मुझसे टक्राए —२

आजभी पिनाहे बनके सराबी
सुनेगा कोइ फिर, मेरे पुरि कहानी
रंगीन होगा मेहफिल,  झुमे सब सराबी
कम पडेगा आज फिर, महेकदाका पानी
याद नही मुझे बना कैसेमे सराबी
पिकर, पिलाकर आज फिर, एक आगया चेतन

नसा नही था सराबका , वही अब बना सहारा
सराबी नही मे पर हु उस् घडीका मारा —२

Something inside me
Hurts deeply
And I really can't say why
But I know it's a part of me
And I don't know what I am without it
But I also don't know what I am without fighting it
I always think
Maybe I can drink it away
Drown myself into a stupor
I've never tried, but would it work?
Maybe I can get high
Let my mind float off like a freed balloon
I've never tried, but would it work?
Maybe I could...
And I know it wouldn't work
But a part of me wants to try
Because the pain and the fight
Are so much a part of me
I don't know what else to do
But continue to cycle
Until I spin out

.

Meet me for a pint after work.

Take me through the days, weeks, or months
We've neglected ourselves -
Overworked and inebriated respectively.
You've never been without a job -
But don't neglect a word.

Take utmost care through the moments
That define your time: The trials, troubles,
And metamorphic events which reframe
Your view of the world, or your relationship with it.
Tell me about the ones who make it easy.

We'll allow time for the detail.
Your moments constitute a vicarious roadmap;
A means to improve my world.

In return I can offer up a Dublin dinner:
The best advice I've never followed,
My sincere admiration,
And a proper pint of Guinness.

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