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I really truly don't know    
why
some things under the    
sun and sky  
attract and catch my    
fancy  
Quite queerly they    
happen to be  
hot melting smelting    
solids  
that melt into exquisite    
liquids.  
Take for instance heated    
liquid gold  
molten glass or molten    
brass  
and to watch magma    
'neath the earth's fold  
Ooh, I love just about any    
melting mass.  
 
With similar bizarre    
ecstasy and fascination  
I like to watch 
onscreen molten lava  
Gliding in serpentine    
turns, oblivious of my    
admiration  
Ah, I just love all that    
golden molten mass . 

Liquidised metal, liquid fire
I just never ever tire
 
Sometimes I even have    
such an eccentric craving  
to watch just any solid    
beauty melting smelting  
that I satisfy this craving    
by simply imagining  
the honey to be some    
liquid fire gold glowing    
in a crystal clear jar and    
liken it to  
metallic gold syrup in    
the furnace burning  
As if it were stagnant    
mini-lava  
right before me churning !  
 
As for other mesmeric    
things  
that I find real eye-  
catching  
are those which    
everybody else finds    
ravishing.  
And they are in all shine,
in heavenly mould and cast,  
magical celestial stardust  
or glittery terrestrial gold    
dust  
or dazzling diamond dust,
in mankind's metallic    
materialistic lust.!  

Btw I am allergic to earthly  
dust!:)
( A poem I wrote many months ago when muslims were being killed in Palestine, Syria, Iraq, but it still applies in recent refreshed genocide of Palestinians)

Wars round the corner,      
wars at every bend      
Could it be that all this warring  
  would never ever end?      
     
Mass massacre and genocide      
is what we fear and apprehend     
Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks      
On suppressing others they depend!      
     
Why can't folks borrow love      
and peace too learn to lend?      
For peace-loving persons      wars are hard to comprehend      
     
But in which blessed century      
will the world its ways amend?    
Why not be all sincere      
when peace they recommend?      
   Its hard to not avenge the dead      
So to revenge and defend      
some will feel the need to offend   
 Yet the oppressed dying more is the trend    
   
Why can't we all as Adam's progeny      
simply unite and blend?      
The world's tearing apart,     which saviour's gonna mend?    
 
When the scissors of tyranny      
all peace efforts ruthlessly rend!    

 When will all the saviours      from heavenly heaven descend?      
So we watch and hear all war cries      
unto thin air ascend!      
When peace be the only choice,      
the only probable trend!      
     
Ah, instead of fending off war drums      
why peace plans off we fend?      
Why peace is so complicated      
with double standards at every bend?      
     
Will all state treasuries on aggression alone      
their budgets, finances spend?     
Why can't every foe we know      
turn into a caring friend?        
So we're stalked by friendship    
 and ambushed by love godsend!    
 A world where warlords      and  war heroes become zeroes   
 who in the first place did offend.

  With peace may no nation      
merely play and pretend!      
Hypocrisy is calling freedom fighters terrorists      while their State bombing and shelling  never end.
How long does it last
When it's forever
Rolled into the past
Running a fever
True colors, broad cast
One day as ever

All together, done
When another eon lies
Folding into none
Lows and highs
Whispers of old stone
Buried in the skies

Past time paralized
In incessant news
Eternal life sized
Waves of letting loose
Surfaces incised
From current abuse

Whatever goes back
Whatever waters away
Slips into the cracks
Only a matter of day
Some days cut deep
Most are lost to sleep
"I had no idea ! "
What is obvious to you
Is not to me
And frankly I don't know
This has to be
That's why I won't
Do what you tell me
Because it's really not
Obvious to me

Surely the truth
Is far beyond me
Maybe I'm wrong
And words aren't free
Epiphany may come
Another day
A misunderstanding
In the way

And I don't know
What to believe
There might not be
Right ways to live
But beneath the point
It all seems
To lose oneself
Into common dreams
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