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Toulin Hussein Nov 2014
A desire , a crave we look among it as if a dream and till this day I ask myself why?
What drives this desperation towards such an simple thing, what leads to the hunger and deficiency  to what it may bring .
What is this prodigious desire that even the rich cannot even admire.
What is this delectable delight, that makes the eyes of those who seek it shine like stars in the night ?
What is this mending enchantment, that cannot even be attained by the most powerful commandment?
I ask you now do you possess this heavenly thing? If you say no I will tell you it’s nothing but a broken string?
You desire but it is there , you crave it as you pull on your hair.
It is a small fire, a burning splint getting smaller it becomes a hidden glint.
You have the ability to make it shine, all you need is a little wine.
You have the ability to seek it through, with the love and kindness that comes from you .
Beneath the confusion outside, there goes on a battle between two wolves inside a seclusion of your brain but the inclusion of your heart.
Wolf evil, he is Anger, jealousy ,greed, resentment, lies and ego he feeds on your weakening fire like a weevil he feeds on your desire.
Wolf good, he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility and kindness . he is weak at times but he has the ability to create inside you a beautiful thoughts that ring like chimes.
Do you wonder which will be defeated and how this battle will sunder?
Like happiness it is simple. The one you feed is the one that grows.
So wonder, think, which wolf inside you do you feed the most.
Toulin Hussein Apr 2014
I am a fly , a mosquito that brings an agitating sound to your ears, and sleepless nights full of tears.  
I am sour taste, that changes the appearance of your face. The embarrassments that you have faced
I am your path your light, I am your torch in the night.
I am the one you lean upon when something goes awfully wrong.
I am your mother the one you seek when you feel bleak.
I am the subject in your dreams, I am the nightmare that causes your screams
I am a complicated riddle, the one that causes you to fiddle.
I am a nit in your hair, the anger in your mothers stare.
I am anonymous I am alone, I am a person with no home.
I am love, I am hate, I am the one  that causes a debate.
I am you, I am him, I am your one and only sin.
I am here , I am there , I am the one you want to share.
What am I?
I am this poem...I am a memory.

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