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"mizpah" poems
i wish to touch the bits of you that endure my dirt. i wish more than ever the shape of your face in the curve of my long and twisted fingers. there's something about it that make my hands okay to look at again. like they may have a found a fitful purpose, caressing the demon mouth that kisses my angel teeth, residing underneath my loved lips that send trips to your words. they encase your bright eyes and devour the confidence left in them. but what i meant to say was, i see your bright eyes showing fight to the fence that you build so high. i can see the lies shine like a light was tied , just for me to breach them. just so i could teach them, you are one to beat them. even though its you who seeds them. emitting the aroma of tainted goodness and its all okay because of the eutony of this all. these words can break my fall. if i make the call, and summon the space, my soul will come and take the place of the weak face i can no longer sonder, anymore in the background of your filled up recognitions. there's no space for my sad face. there's no place for my heart ache. sent into solivagance. this is a dark red redamancy, one of a curse. the birth of our breakage started at the first touch of a sacred unto a scarred soul. and she cried finding nothing but an empty black hole, in return. forever churned in a lustuous magnetism. a love prison. its something that buries itself beneath all the logic in my heart, creeping from underneath my sins. its some kind of wonder, beckoning the birth rights of every death in my future. [ it's some kind of mutual case of kalopsia. ] Of all the questions that beg my being, why do my fingers still only look straight when they're resting on your rigid face ?
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
my mizpah
i wish to touch the bits of you that endure my dirt. i wish more than ever the shape of your face in the curve of my long and twisted fingers. there's something about it that make my hands okay to look at again. like they may have a found a fitful purpose, caressing the demon mouth that kisses my angel teeth, residing underneath my loved lips that send trips to your words. they encase your bright eyes and devour the confidence left in them. but what i meant to say was, i see your bright eyes showing fight to the fence that you build so high. i can see the lies shine like a light was tied , just for me to breach them. just so i could teach them, you are one to beat them. even though its you who seeds them. emitting the aroma of tainted goodness and its all okay because of the eutony of this all. these words can break my fall. if i make the call, and summon the space, my soul will come and take the place of the weak face i can no longer sonder, anymore in the background of your filled up recognitions. there's no space for my sad face. there's no place for my heart ache. sent into solivagance. this is a dark red redamancy, one of a curse. the birth of our breakage started at the first touch of a sacred unto a scarred soul. and she cried finding nothing but an empty black hole, in return. forever churned in a lustuous magnetism. a love prison. its something that buries itself beneath all the logic in my heart, creeping from underneath my sins. its some kind of wonder, beckoning the birth rights of every death in my future. [ it's some kind of mutual case of kalopsia. ] Of all the questions that beg my being, why do my fingers still only look straight when they're resting on your rigid face ?
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When you touch me my joy loses it's voice but comes out in sighs and happy cries the blood beneath my skin stops to savour your touch and dances like a whirling sufi under your starry skies when my eyes meet yours our hearts beats in rhythmic waves like a melody that i crave each vein of mine vibrates like a harp string pumping blood music which makes me sing.
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Mizpah
Ohh the shattered vase of your heart And the colors that refract You are my lsd You are my water Quite tainted water I stopped drinking from you a long time ago But I still haven’t recovered I want to love you But I simply can’t live in reality’s lie Your quest is ignoring the conclusion That there is no foundation in your ways I’d make you feel how you would do But I know that my eyes were a gift from God As they are slowly blinding down I know that my sight isn’t true for me like yours once tools used in vanity Ohhhh imaginary mizpah My delusional YUGEN Incessant love and fear under tamed pain ******* the harlot out of me I can’t tell you enough It’s foolsgold Please love No gender will be it seems in the gates of Heaven And every emotion more magical than any tongue Be the painter of with-in-side your veins And craft from what you create-not destry I envied, you Were my world But don’t envy the world Whatever yours is It’s just us in the midst of spirit D-DAY I hate writing songs for you It makes them old and die Too weak to say no For your granted *** sake Please forsake your ways ------ --- I need you to ******* become sane Be stubborn now be broken later Get broken now and become what matters. I know what you want Fantasia is your middle name But reality has another story And when you realize That your mind is limited But can see beyond it Then you can care less about all of the things that mattered to you
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Slices For One Of My Imaginary Mizpah's
I could rip off the skies for you and keep the brightest of stars but nothing could match the twinkle of your eyes and the endless galaxies which whirls in your heart. my soul yearns to hold you the divine which you are and my heart whispers in a constant susurrus of the cosmic celebrations it would indulge in upon the meeting of our souls that are yet so far.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
Mizpah---The Yearning of souls
We are getting lost slowly, As we embrace the sheets all over. But I can still feel you, As veil is the only cover. The fragrance is however same, And dreams are turning into tales. No cessation can minimize the desire, Why are we blaming this to be a barrier? The await is existent, Upon the effort of weaving. Coming around and staying for a while, Is what we are craving. Putting back together isn’t an option, For it needs to be shattered initially. Surviving shouldn’t be a choice, When you can live aesthetically. Undergoing again and again through the skin, Caring less for piling up the sins. No we are not distracted from each other, Because the bond is true to itself. Although the paths are disconnected, Who cares if we are detached by interval or death? The soul will keep us tied up endlessly, Sticking on the edge until the last breath. We are blessed by Him, Though we are not so near. In the name of mizpah, I’ll keep you always in my prayers.
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
In the name of Mizpah
A crazy calm, In static connectivity. Let my language lessons guide you in.... To totalise... A soundless notion, In passive serendipity. Let me work to illuminate you... To breathe... A delicate stillness, In erratic interactivity. Let me help maintain you to uncover... To wire... A tasteful satisfaction, In hyper-mediocraty. Let me catch a glimpse of the lustre... To submerge... A intricate perspective, In instant telepathy, Let me shower you in kaleidoscopic colour... To rationalise... A beautiful vertigo, In fluid immobility. Let me assimilate at this prelude... To crave... Let me emerge; To prepare, for this full-scale metamorphosis... With you!
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
Mizpah!
i came across a case like historians who failed to decipher scripts of old age i failed to read his mind who through his actions had put it on display i failed to read his actions kept his life locked behind the doors never letting me in and knowing what he was going through i foolishly tagged him blamed him “for ruining our friendship” the mizpah, the bond that kept us close broke in an instant bringing my world to an “blackout” my nights turned haunted again the savior absquatulated me again my ghosts began to rule over me again leaving me in a state of despair
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Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC
Decipher His Thoughts