"cist" poems
....................terrorism......................
I Opened my window and peeped through.
Heard the loud panicked voice of screams.
Just I saw the world of dreams.
People were shouting'crying'runing here and there.
Destructions and dreadful scenes seemed everywhere.
Streets were covered with huge blood.
Just like I lost in terrific flood.
Dark smoke raised over the sky.
War jets and gaints were so high.
When i glanced all the round.
And didn't believe what I found.
Street lights were broken and dim.
Everywhere laid down the corpses of muslim.
Muslim children and muslim babies.
Their white shrouds turned into red.
War jets bombed,killed,left crippled & then briskly fled.
Only innocent people were on their list.
People were wraping them and taking away by cist.
My eyes burst into tears.
By the thought of terrorism whom everybody fears.
The thousands of people are now lifeless.
And remained so helpless.
Taken away the poor children's future brightness.
with War,conflicts,disputes and violent fray.
Unjustly killed so many people also by slaughter and slay.
Everything for them is just like a game to play.
By the war demons everywhere,everybody is sad & depressed.
Why Only innocent people are being harassed & oppressed?
Violences and wars only left miseries and sorrow.
Nobody can imagin what will happen tomarrow.
that's such a big shame.
blaming only muslims and giving them terrorist name.
Why the Muslims are only labeled of terrorism and extremism?
Come and recognise the real face of terrorism.
In the name of religion why people usually fight?
open their eyes and turn them from darkness to light .
Terrorism has no place in Islamic religion.
It teaches the supreme wisdom with real vision.
I pray when will come in this world that day.
One person will unite the world and bring peace oneday..
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((((By shaffu))))
Alhamdulillah I am a muslim but not a terrorist.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Solitary mist
There you sit
Above me like a cist
You desire
To take me
Away from life's fire
I resist
You persist
I let go
You let the snow
Roll in
I'm gone
So is my sin
And song
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Catharsis makes me feel good again.
Catharsis means I need to feel bad.
What a *****
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Does this look infected?
Is it a skin tag or a stye?
Maybe it could be a cist
Rub some salt of the Earth in this laceration
Side with the one who says to burn it off with a cigar
The same cigar he used to burn off those leeches when I was younger
My soft gaze is fixed upon the wall
Woe, is me
Whoa it's me
I've skipped a meal and now the voice in my head is screaming
"A collection of weapons
Brought to the masses
It pumps adrenalin
Into the veins of the caste system
Think outside the box"
Neotreric inklings are inbound
During my wall gazing
I know what I must do, I have the tools
I am calm, I feel it calling and I see the path
I catch a glimpse
I grasp the concepts of existence
I practice and become aware
Now I play my flute and ride the white ox home
I omit efforts
It come naturally
It always has
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
First of all, I want to apologize about not being on much.
For a couple reasons first I been in much pain lately.
Secondly I was worried about a cist that was found .
Through a cat scan that my doctor had me get a few months ago.
But I fail Jesus in part because my focus went to worrying instead.
I love each and everyone of you, my awesome brothers and sisters.
You are the Light that shines in my life, I thank each of you.
For esch and everyone of you are so amazing my Awesome friends.
Bless you all so very much for being who you are every day.
I am so thankful for each and everyone of you, my family in Christ.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC