Emotion is not tangible--
But when The Poet speaks,
she stumbles upon sculptures of
the emotion that you seek.

Emotion is indescribable--
But in The Poet's lines,
it nestles up upon the words
and engulfs them in its tides.

Emotion is a fickle fiend:
unsure if friend or foe--
But when The Poet writes
it's as if they know.

Emotion and The Poet:
a conundrum to say the least.
Each tries to slay the other;
Each fuels the other's beast.

Colleagues surrounded me;
When sweet success came.
Chaos and congratulations;
Each lip uttered my name.

Many different expressions;
And many dissimilar words.
Like mass of thread entangled.
At once I saw, at once I heard.

At night closed my eyes.
Became hand my head.
Sorted words and expressions;
And disentangled the thread.

Now I am well informed;
And now very well I know.
I can easily differentiate;
My friend from my foe.

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I am the foe, too-
a foolish foe of my muscle's friends
they are well known, the difference between friend and foe

They have sent me in the jail
and after then, for me they have granted a bail
now they are trying to grow my flesh and bone  
they'll eat me day after tomorrow

I am the dark in the heaven
talking too much about the right
that test less, too worthless
as the humanity boring to my friend

Last night they ate a fat cat
who turned to make him as a fat less
he has too many friends,
they have grown as like as my foes, too

They have thought me as a broiler chicken
wish to send me at the right time in the kitchen

I am the dark in the hell
yet I  sing a song of humanity
and ready to make myself to move into the fire, too
I, a foolish foe of my friends, too
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I draw a picture A simple fixture. Of two vertical bodies at vertical ends, do you see the picture. A verbal description of a beautiful beginning with each other they never felt richer, he had won her heart so I named him victor. Her heart in his hand a solid pitcher he caught it one hand.How could you not understand. One heart one hand her boy her man. He grew inside her she became his home she held her own against all kinds of foe he relished in her midst he thought love was a myth a mixture a blend of two perfect chemicals now do you see where it all began one kiss sealed her lips. The ending to many scripts and clips was the beginning to their bliss. All this because with a song she stole his heart he knew from the start she had won the part. Number one on his charts. You couldn't take her part. You couldn't keep them apart. She was the apple of his heart :)

It’s like I’m chasing my dreams; barely moving, in slow motion. Stuck behind my own thoughts; too much commotion. Haters hating; my thoughts, their self-promotion. Got me, forcing my own hand; dealing with all these emotions. Learnt that; Love is pain, mixed together; a strong potion. People buying love;  turns out, the people around you; will surround you to crown and ring you- claim to fame, use the same to bring shame to your name too. One wrong move; they check you in; under the deck, and bury your mate too. Blood thicker than water, paper trumps the two. Everything comes with a price; the cost they expect it to be; You. So don’t trust people, whose nature is to consume; it's will be your doom.There’s no telling what they will do. The people that you love the most – have a different point of view; the closer they are; the more they assume; the quicker they are to move. Killing you over nothing; I know – I’m so confused.  Eventually, the truth bleeds through; warranted, your heart breaks too; Part two. Set the stakes too high, your right hand guy, will turn on you. Leaving you wide open; your back with an open-view. Those dollar bills, In God we Trust; one hell of a bluff- spending as we lust; because enough is never enough. Life is tough; Friend or foe; their all the same when **** happens; so it’s all good until the going get rough, then being good ain't good enough.