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KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

Away, Away from me

KKK took my baby, my only baby awayyyyyyy



Call the president

Ask Him where my baby went?

Bring me up the FBI

Found out if my baby is Dead or Alive?


KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

Away, Away from me

From me from me from me

They Told Me that she went to LA

They Told Me that She is away for

holidays

They Lied They Lied They Lied

KKK Took my baby away

KKK took my everything from me

They took my only baby away

Away from me





KKK




KKK






KKK
around the bends of my mind
lies some memories
of uninhibited realism
of high fidelity
to myself
in letting myself go
somewhat joyous
somewhat chaotic
somewhat musical
but just there
to feel and see things
for more than what they mean
through my own eyes
seems rather unusual
but I go back in time
take a deep-dive
to recapture these ephemeral bubbles
of blissful euphoria
as if singing
to my alter ego
'We can be heroes,
just for one day
We can be us,
just for one day!'
Heroes by David Bowie seems to be the perfect song to relive those high-on-life moments.
 Dec 2020 Coffee with Cream
HOPE
The antiquity of thy beam
Slowly swinging into gloom
Like the ancientness of thy giggle
That rotated into bunch of sniffle

Seventh heaven into blaze
Paradise meeting flame
Conveyed by chariot of fire
It's life full of adventures
Our lives came already patterned. Like a mountain high and a mountain low
 Dec 2020 Coffee with Cream
HOPE
This sensation
Deep within thee
Enclosed beyond the margin

The perceive of agony
Concealed in a vast
Silently within thee
Like a bird lured on a trap

Its these phrases
These tales
Apprehended within the mind
Like a conviction of an unblemished soul
Yammering with excruciation
In our foreplay,
Which is currently just a wordplay,
The punctuation can be ignored.
It's one of those nights,
When your mind can't stop its chatter
And even the whiskey tastes like water.
I'm in dire need of a whiskey lullaby to put these voices in my head to sleep.
Have you ever been to Santorini
on a boat
when you were young
and blond
and gorgeous
and free?
Have you ever been to Santorini
when life lay before you
like a joke
a challenge
a high
Have you ever been to Santorini
when the sun is so high
you feel you could die
If you’ve never been to Santorini
you don’t know me
but  trust me
just give it a try!
 Dec 2020 Coffee with Cream
ju
gloves-off, she
leans on her back foot
moves fast and hides tired eyes
behind a battle-blue arm  

from a punch-bloodied mouth
she spills and spits words out on canvas
makes way for cool air- tries to
pacify lungs before they explode, calm
a heart that longs to rebel

she needs to feel loved, but can
be understood only by tracing braille-like-trauma
on her Vaseline skin-
and if she’s not out for the count
she doesn't keep still
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