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"jago" poems
Now for those that don't know I'm a huge fan of ninjas From cyberpunks like Hiryu and Jago I guess my subconscious is linked to them These warriors in the wind From Sheik to Smoke Ermac's telekinetic choke Ryu Hyabusa to scorpion subzero to Joe Musashi These warriors in the wind are part of what defines me Raven and Yoshimitsu I'm nowhere near the ability or agility of a ninja Ninjutsu probably would end up being the tool of my demise. I may never reach the skill of a ninja but that doesn't mean I won't try
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Warriors in the Wind
[*] Ldkiyo pr ** rha h atiyachaar [ ] [*] Hum dekh rhe hoke laachaar [ ] [*] Ldkiya kr rhi desh k hr insaan se ek hi pukaar [ ] [*] Jago or in aatiyachaariyo ka kr do vinaas [ ] [*] Kya dalega is gungi bhri srkaar ka achaar [ ] [*] Din pr din bad raha is desh me bhirstachaar [ ] [*] Ab wo din aagya jb sbko uthana h hathiyaar [ ] [*] Or krna h sbko milkr in jalimo ka satiyanass [ ] [*] Ksm khate h fir na hoga damini jsa kisi k sath [ ] [*] Fir hr ldki niklegi ghar se hokr bilkul aajaad [ ] [*] ldkiyo pr ** rhe h atiyachaar [ ] [*] Dekh rhe h hum hoke laachaar
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
ldkiyo pr attiyachaar
T'lah kumiliki nurani bopok dan renta Warisan ibu ayah Membungkus kasih, dengki, segan, damai, resah, amarah Begitu bancuh dan arau Sang aku berbagi pada kekasihnya Sosok gagah terpercaya Aku dan gagah melanglang Beriringan menggandeng nurani Nurani amat bahagia Demikian puas ceria Hingga sosok gagah itu mulai muak Jemu, bosan katanya Menghempas jemari aku Dan mencampakkan nurani serupa buangan Cakapnya aku bersalah Tak jago mengenyangkan Tak tega setilik pun menengok nurani Menepis muka, aku bertanya "Apa nurani tak apa-apa?" Dengan terisak, nurani menyinyir menjawab "Terlihat nestapa dan pilu dari matamu Aku tak seberapa Pikirkan saja dirimu"
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Sang Aku yang Bodoh
Born and bred into poverty to end their days confined in the Marshalsea, in debt for a penny to the Aristocracy, who with Jeweled eyes were unable to see the poor people living in poverty. With silver and gold, they paved streets so we're told olde England with riches overflowed, not that you'd know it amid the tanneries and horse **** but that's just the way the thing goes. Among the harlots and ****** who scoured the shores of the river when the tide was in ebb, were the living though dying, the failures and those trying to survive and Dickens picked stories from the dead eyes of Shoreditch in the 'jago' where they go and he went. In The 'mansion house' the banquet goes on for the sightless unseeing but I am already fed up.
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
This 'sceptered isle'