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  Dec 2016 Val Vik
Heliza Rose
You cannot swim my dear,
Yet you beg the ocean to love you
Then it swallows you whole to the very bottom of its belly
And it's like you were never there
And when new lovers ride his waves
He caresses them with the same blues
He used to crush you
  Dec 2016 Val Vik
hazem al jaber
It's me ...


if i told you the real hides in the truth ...
would you be more brave ...
or would you live at least ...
within my feelings ...
through my words ...
which i write to you ...

if i told you what i hide inside ...
inside my mind and my heart ...
would you accept within my words ...

if i told you about my all dreams ...
and my all moments ...
which i spent alone ...
night by night over nights ...
thinking about some one ...
whom i care alot about ...

would you believe what i write ....
if i told you ...
the real truth of my love ...
would you trying to help me ...
about the one whom i love ...
and deeply adore ...
would you ...

still waiting your answer ...
would you help me ...
to get the lady whom i love ...
whom i can't live without ...
would you ...

well ...
if you are going to believe me ...
to believe my all words ...
to be the helper ..
to get my sweetheart ...
and to accept my wishes ...
and my all dreams ...
which it all about my lover ...
i will tell you ...

it's you ...
you are the dream of my life ...
the love which i wish always ...
the lady whom i love ...
with all my deep feelings ...
with non stop ...
yes you are ...

so ,,
do you believe me now ...
do you accept me ..
as a lover for you ...
as you are always ...
the lady whom i dream about ...
whom i drew always ...
through my fantasy and mind ...


it's me ...
within my all desires ...
with all my love ...
that i always keeping for you ...

would you now ...
accept me sweetheart ...
as the real love ...

hazem al ...
  Dec 2016 Val Vik
David Lewis Paget
That brief interlude between
Sleeping and waking,
I pass through each day like
Some dark undertaking,
Where nothing is real, where
I’ve been to or going,
My mind is disordered,
My heartbeat is slowing.

And even the room that I
Enter is swaying,
My eyes are distended my
Brain is nay-saying,
While legs stagger sideways
And crablike in function
Like some leaden corpse treated
To extreme unction.

The wars were all won, or
Were lost in the sleeping,
While everything worthwhile
Would seem to be weeping,
The slate should be cleared by
Each act of purgation,
But I wake each day to
Some strange dissipation.

I often forget simple
Words in our language,
That drive to distraction
And cause me more anguish,
But calm will return when
The evening is making
That brief interlude between
Sleeping and Waking.

David Lewis Paget
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