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Àŧùl Jul 2022
You're my happiness,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
I'm your life-force,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
You're my happiness,
You just don't know it yet, honey.

You live close to my heart,
You stay with me on my mind,
If you are not here, oh beauty,
What's my biography?
If you are not here, oh beauty,
What's my biography?

You're synced with me,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
You're synced with me,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
You're my happiness,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
I'm your life-force,
You don't know it yet, honey.
Translation of my original song lyrics.
My HP Poem #1954
©Atul Kaushal
Maniacal Escape Jun 2020
Keys speak letters but not words
And sentences don’t make paragraphs but full stops end.
Stanzas stall and commas halt, but
Sometimes there’s just nothing to say.
But sometimes nothing blurts everything
And everything sometimes says nothing at all
Because that ampersand always sits there
But never leads to a paragraph
Or a verse
Or anything
Because every time. There’s just nothing to say.
Today is July 4, 2020. There is not much to celebrate. **** Trump leaves us in a Polynicean gloom. Fireworks remind me of wars. I would rather, and therefore will,  listen to Rachmaninov's PIANO CONCERTO NO. 2 tonight.
I will celebrate beauty rather than killing. And I will give thought to Antigone as well, for she willingly gave her life for doing what was right. I shall listen to Yuja **** arpeggiate notes. I will again become fixated both by her light-
ning dexterity and the glorious sounds to which she gives birth. Humankind has this dual potential:  it can either **** or care. So why, I ask myself, does it always choose the former? On this national holiday especially, why do we now not celebrate Thomas Paine and Walt Whitman and Harriet Tubman and Eugene Debs and Martin Luther King Jr.? We do we not collectively ask forgiveness for all the covert, sinister, malevolent interventions into the affairs of other nations, resulting in unjust overthrows and war crimes aplenty? Fireworks? July 4th? We did defeat the evil of ****** and his unspeakable genocide. Let us be sure to give unending thanks to all those who lost their lives in this moral victory. But Viet Nam? The lives of 58,000 American soldiers lost for the lies of our leaders? And Kissinger and McNamara and the Bushes and Cheney and so many others in our government never held accountable for their war crimes? And yet tonight we have fireworks instead of Nuremberg-like trials. Antigone knew she would die if she buried her brother, Polynices, and yet she went ahead and buried him and died for doing it. And the 4,000,000 blacks who were slaves in 1861 and the 500 indigenous nations that covered for centuries from sea to shining sea what we now call America--did they have anything to celebrate on this day, on this date? Fireworks, that's all.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Ithaca Dec 2019
I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me, and my biggest fear is that you never will.
kain Oct 2019
The reddish tinge in your eyes
Betrays your mouth
Overflowing with words
Like bitter sweet champagne
I now your name
That I'm awake
Woken from a dream
Where you were perfect
And I was weak
Part two.
Colm Oct 2019
In mind a young mans fortune told
His sky colored and emboldened by light

Though the story is winding like a forest old
Falling into complexity at every summers end

It's in discovery And time
Which you are found

Lest I find
That I loved not you but this image of mine
He named her and I couldn't help but laugh, at his lack of a tangible definition.
Sleepless as I am
The nights keep me awake
Like magnets
Disperse, diversity and patient.
The paramagnetic properties.
Make it possible to assimilate these materials in electric relief.
Called love.
hazem al jaber Aug 2019
You're not alone ...

you're  not in a good mood ..
stuck in memory of those days ...
desiring and craving to those days ......
feel as you got lost ...
no baby ...
here I am, baby ...
i'm here for you again ...
to bring back those days ..
Yeah ..
let's get back the days of love ..
and live the most beautiful lust  ..
yes darling ..
I am with you ...
and you're not alone ...
come baby  ...
let us together ...
get back ...
those days ..
days of love ...
and feeling''s lust ...
we deserve to do ...
to live our love ...
with no fear ...

sweetheart ...
you're not alone ...
i'm always here ...
here only for you ...

come baby back ...
it's our love ...
let's save this love ...
let's feel together now ...
our Feeling's lust  ...
as we did before ...

good morning ...

hazem al ..
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