Would you talk with me for a while
For now I feel to fragile,
All this untamed feelings exile
And you and I are still away a million miles,
O beloved hurry - I don't have much while
and if you get too late - don't you forget to smile.

"I promise to surprise you every single day, even if it's as small as picking you a flower from outside. I promise, I swear to god"

The drifter in the room is a stranger,
he is crazy, is Bigfoot with deer moccasins on−
monster of condominium rooms and dreams.
The drifter in this room used to be my friend.
He spoke straight sentences, they did not sound like poetry-
reverberated like a narrative, special lines good a few bad,
or stories being unwound by the tongue of a gentleman,
lip service, juggler of simple words to children.
The night is a dark believer in drifters,
they sound sober, affairs with the wind,
the 3 A.M. honking of the Metro trains.
Everything sleeps with a love, a nightmare at night.
The drifter.

Here I go again
Back on the train
Going in the opposite direction
Of my home
I have been here before
I know this pain too well
Home ridden
He no longer wants me around
In exile - from my own home
Stateless
Anxious
Panic rises
As I carried that heavy suitcase on my way to the train station
I heard my own sighs
Be strong be strong now
I tell myself as I gasp my way another step further
Keep walking
Don't break

Speaking to you from a photograph,
No longer body but idea,
I say these words
Without the twitch of a muscle.

As the August wind twined your hair
Into absurd weavings,
You heard emptiness echo.
You held emptiness instead of a hand.
You heard silence instead of your name.

As my train thundered toward a dream world,
I became an abstraction,
A solemn idea demanding a ceremonial tear.

I will wander blankly in a new place
Among blank faces, thinking of you.

As trees fly backwards at the speed of sleep,
I whisper that I love you,
But the train hears only its own roar.

Who she referred
To as a best friend,
Was quickly disposed of,
Like a breathless cigarette.

The value in
Him once seen,
Was easily forgotten.

He's her best exile..


(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith

//
The Child who
Takes pollute air
Since his birth
Slowly and Slowly
He who has forgotten
The purity of nature

Day by day
He has lost
His serene soul
Now he does not recognize
The beautiful green
He has almost forgotten all the way
To the release of

All the fault of the person
Who is to take over again,
To be released
Along the way to
Where it all away

Where,

Politics is only for the king
There the truth is always
Caught up in lies
There is no opposition
To his position
Before the creation
Of the prison

There,
However,
The word democracy is admitted
To the hospital,
And there is no way
Where all dreams are overrun
Where the sun has arisen
And has beckoned him,
His voice has sunk again

Where,

You are quietly separated
Is distinguished
From the beautiful

Your eyes are a waste of
Add all to fade
 
Your tongue is tasteless
Messy to eat
 
Light will be taken away
You stuck to the four walls

Words send away
Your pen down

His(King) fawning
To consciousness
Where there is
No opposition in opinion

However,
There is not an option
For Freedom

Where there no pigeon
To fly in the sky
And there is not going
To write a poem

Because it may go
Against the King
Where the freedom
Is completely exiled
//
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

We all live in a kind of exile
Searching my heart for
It’s true sorrow, I found
So many people I easily enjoyed

Trusting as I am of their goodness
I had not assumed the opposite
Could be true, and thus
I lived a more lonely life

My introverted years
Becoming weary of words
Weary of people, what is left?
Always, I climbed the wave

Of sunscarf at morning
And shook my shoes of sand
At night, but I am caught
Beneath great buildings

And a world that doesn’t care
I can feel its weight bearing
Down on me, confused with
So many lights, all capitalism

All consumerism, nowhere
The human heart, I am
Too long away from water
Too sparely close to green

Loved by too few members
Of my own people, where are they?
When all the beauty I know
Of this world, can only stiffen
For the tragic tribe of Autumn.

Last night I committed Armed robbery
Which isn't unusual, really
It's how I get by
But it's horrible when you sacrifice yourself for your friends
And they leave you out to dry

Shows you who your real friends are, right?
They'd rather take your cut and get high
Calling a thousand times to no reply,
******* guys,
See if you look the same now in my eyes
You ******* cowards
You left me to die
And I'll remember that when you call and cry
"Oh, Ronnie, loan me some money, I really need it"
And I'll say
"Remember when you left me to get shot?
******* punk, beat it!"

You're all lucky I don't come back with my gun
And blast you ******* away
There will be nowhere left to run,
And this dog will have his day
I won't sleep with the sun
Till I get my ******* pay