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A body faraway from its soul
Is dead body.
A man without a woman
Is nothing but somebody.
Because i am lawn furniture

And you are Antarctica

The two of us have ample rime

But not a single drop of warmth in our blood

We lived through all the bright nameless, blameless places

And the turning of the *****

The year we fell down

In an illusion of separateness

Is where we came to know

The fragile silence

Within a map of echoing glass

Pointing further out than we once thought

Everything ravaged, everything burned
The first one does not follow
and the last one does not lead,
but generally speaking
in the game, 'follow my leader'
we're all leaders, we're all followers
and so it follows
that if life imitates art
and life's a game
we are followers and leaders
at the same time
which is certainly an art.
  Oct 2020 Naceur Ben Mesbah
Jay M
Uncertain
Falling, crawling
A facade of comfort
When all is unknown
Unsure if those that surround
Are indeed pure and sound

Show me,
When in chaos there is found
A steadfast soldier
Not a quivering snake
Come, be bolder
Shed those whom ring
False and a thing
Hidden with them
A dagger
To be plunged into an exposed side

Come, prove thy trustworthiness
Give me a reason
To take your hand
And believe you will never drop me.

- Jay M
October 7th, 2020
A poem for a script I'm writing.
The moon light
Stroke gently
The sea waves.
Both were silent
The sea waves were dancing
On the melody of the moon.
The moon sighed
Come and get closer.
The sea waves replied
We are one body
Living in a separate world.
The moon cried
Each drop of rain Sent from the sky
Makes me feel like
A lover singing a song
We don't say goodbye.
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