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Varg 28m
Oh, darling,
When will you understand?
My heart beats only for you,
and if one day I cease to love you,
then I shall cease to be.
For our love floats in the air,
in every drop of gentle rain,
in every sunbeam of a beautiful dawn.
My love for you is my entire life.

This unreturned love
will never feel like a punishment.
That you are part of my mind and heart
is my greatest blessing.
And if I must gaze at you from afar
for the rest of my life,
I will do so proudly.
To see the woman of my life for eternity?
It will be my greatest pleasure..
Being little people, we search further and further along the road in the holy joys of small, petty rebellions; for which we do not yet have to pay in money, and which - so far - have not been deliberately stolen from us by a higher power. Despite innumerable taboos, they still drive the bleating herd of people out into the field on certain grounds, just let them scurry and chant until dawn to their heart's content. The human-smelling movements of existence are also regulated by new and new decrees, protocols, and forms that smell of paper and parchment, if necessary or not; a road builder, a bricklayer, or a baker rarely gives a certificate, but even so, quite a few times - it happens - they spit in the kneaded bread or roll dough.

And for some reason, even the common man may feel that the intention to change spatial location, or the cheap, easy option of going abroad would be less and less legitimate or fair play, since there too interest-relations make it necessary. Perhaps this is why man is now trying to filter himself from three directions: on the altars of deficiency-filling inhibitions and suspicious doubts, as well as on the catafalque of inner psychological Deficiencies - under the crumbling burdens of wavering inner balances, it cannot be such a good thing for the old fools.

As decades come and go, he carries the cheap, viscerally raw vision and image of the fall between the grinding gears of twitching nervous systems, even though he is only mortal and a speck of dust at the same time and believes that he has managed to conserve something after all. Because they can no longer love the three billion lonely Universe or call it their home, the dehumanized Nirvana-nothing descends and deliberately ***** it in all at once!
And if i shall no more
Remember my way
The step find a home
I can call be again.

And if might no hope
Be there no to have
And men be right all
To call me disgrace.

And if night to come
To stay be for ever
At days mornin dawn
Song to sing at last.

And if right be wrong
And left be a place
Where with a worlds
Soul to be forbiden.

And if its the last call
Therefore moment
Of rest being at losts
To place your bets.

And if still have at all
Hesitate your hand
And doubts ye voice
In crowd my name.

And if last this poem
I shall have written
And no other a word
I will on ever to tell.

And if forgotten lost
By all a fellow men
And loves in my soul
Been to trusted had

And if even last dawn
Be to come to never
The sun to set no more
As river to no longer

And if so how be it all
Shall be bitter an end
What an end be known
How loud we laughed.

And if to hundred folds
And ways of different
Or same have to come
To be just to be again

And if hear of my voice
Either pain or joy a yell
As my heart it beats on
beats proud beats glad.
Flames that never die,
Hearts caught in a blaze of love,
Burning in your eyes.
Unfading passion unbound,
I, a moth drawn to your light.

Your name on my lips,
Like a prayer, whispered softly—
Wind stirs the embers.
In your arms, I find my home,
Each heartbeat a sweet refrain.

Fate entwines our paths,
No force can tear us apart,
Love’s eternal vow.
As stars rise to kiss the night,
Our souls melt in bright embrace.

In this sacred fire,
We dance, sparks of the divine,
Consuming, complete.
The world fades into shadows,
Only we, flame-bound, remain.

Through restless, dark nights,
Your warmth guides me to the dawn,
My hand in your own.
Storms may rage, but we stand firm,
Rooted in love’s endless flame.

Promise forged in fire,
With each breath, I speak your name,
Solarsido, mine.
Life and death weave through our days,
Yet this bond will never break.

Even time bows down,
To this love, eternal flame,
No end in our sight.
Souls collide and worlds shatter,
Still, we rise, one heart, one fire.

Let the heavens shake,
Let fate test our steadfast hearts,
We will stand as one.
For each day begins with you,
And each night falls with your touch.

Whispers on the breeze,
“Never let go, hold on tight,”
Guiding our true path.
In your gaze, the sun returns,
Lighting up my darkest nights.

An unending blaze,
Burning deep within our hearts,
Fanned by whispered vows.
Nothing in this world compares
To the fire that we ignite.

Through the endless storms,
Through the trials we may face,
This flame will endure.
For your love, my shining star,
Is the light that leads me home.

Oceans rise and fall,
Mountains crumble to the sea,
Yet still, we remain.
Bound by love’s unyielding flame,
In this life and all to come.

Let this be our song,
A hymn to the love we share,
Timeless, true, and pure.
In your arms, I find my peace,
In your kiss, my heart’s delight.

Close your eyes, my love,
Feel my heart beat next to yours,
Rhythms intertwined.
This is more than just a dream,
This is love’s eternal flame.

Even as we age,
Grey and fragile in the years,
This fire will not wane.
For our love, eternal, bright,
Blazes on through endless time.

Let the world bear witness,
To the love that we have found,
Passion without end.
In your arms, forever safe,
Burning bright, our hearts of flame.

—For Solarsido, my heart’s eternal flame.
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rick 13h
“I look at you,” he told me, “and I think to myself; now here’s a guy whose got it all: he’s over fed, has a nice watch on his wrist and his shoes, although not my style, are brand new. The only thing he doesn’t have are troubles and worries.”

“bartender,” I shouted, “I’ll take one more and the tab.”

“hey man what about me,” he asked, “mind topping me off?”

“and another one for the poor sap next to me.”

“you see what I mean,” he continued. “you can afford to buy drinks for yourself and for others. as for myself, they forced me into a war I didn’t support and I also got my *** shot off for a cause unknown. I was stripped of my emotions, gutted from my life, they sodomized my psyche, carved the dream out of my head and I was never given a chance at having children or a future. and all this happened before I ever held a beer or tasted a cigarette or had a woman in my bed.”

I didn’t bother responding
in hopes that he’d get the hint
but as expected, he was as
clueless as my ex-wife
and as he carried on
with relentless persistency
each word dug in like a cat scratch
and all I could do was clench my glass tighter and tighter to contain myself.

“I’ve been spit on, kicked out, beat up and let down,” he further continued. “the streets are hard and unkind and everywhere you go you’re unwanted and everything is locked. why do you think I pour into these bars late at night? to drink? naw man, I just need a place to go, a roof over my head you know?”

that was it.
I had enough.

I finished my drink,
got off the stool
and headed toward the exit.

“hey buddy,” he shouted, “can I get another one for the road?”

“no.”

“just one more?”

“NO!” I screamed.

“c’mon man, you’ve got everything and I’ve got nothing. what makes you better than anyone else?”

“now look here you bumbling idiot…”

“but…but…but…” he interrupted.

“I’ve heard your tales of woe and now you’re going to listen to me,” I said sternly. “I look overfed because of poor diet and lack of exercise caused by working 60-80 hours a week with no time to take care of myself. I have a nice watch and new shoes but it came with a price. I’ve traded in my freedom for comfort, my time for materials and any chance of love for success. you say I have everything and you have nothing? I say you’re wrong. you’ve got something I no longer possess and that my friend is soul. don’t lose that. don’t buy into the mold. don’t conform. don’t become like everyone else. most of the people you see in here have imprisoned themselves into their own personal hell. that’s the way society wants it. but you’re free. truly free. and another thing… don’t worry about sorrow. everyone’s got problems and nobody wants to hear about it. why do you think people are in here? for the enjoyment? no, there here to forget. just. like. you.”

“******* *******! I don’t need a lecture from you or your cheap advice. all I need is a ******* drink!”

…and with that,
I walked out into the
dark and empty streets
where they greeted me
with their silence.
Happened a long time ago, in a bar, somewhere down in New Orleans.
Something inside me
A weak arm tensed
Finding the mettle
Blood pumping
Power for winged escape
Across subterranean
Winter and May
You bang the drum
Strength of the world
For some kind of catapult
Which fires you into dismay
Too distraught at disorders
Sabotaging destructive nonsense
Bordering on the edge
Drifting into red
Colder than blue
Mood as consistent as milk
Souring upon sunny bloom
Fragile blossoming
As sensitive as can be
Broken from tiredness
Losing from little use
Truth is
Feel useless
Inside me
Something different
Pushes me
Towards something
Which feels
Quite new
The person belongs to dark 

In search of light

Leaves the dark

Found a rock 

Keeps the rock 

Ask the rock

"Hey rock, Where I can find the light?"

Says the rock 

"The light that you're
  Looking For is in the dark"

Goes to dark 

Found a mirror

Keeps the mirror

Ask the mirror

"Hey mirror where i can find the light?"

Says the mirror

"The light that you're 
  Looking for You already have"

Unsatisfied with the answer 

The person that belongs to dark

Leaves the dark

In search of light.
Perhaps it was all the same: the predictable certainty of the steps, like the aged footprints of old loves, which the ocean once drew in the sand. The past shattered shards of glass into smithereens. The weighty mass of scoldings, curse words, and nasty words can no longer be satisfaction or a legitimate retaliatory strike towards the sure redemptive forgiveness; because deep down in the confused, wounded Soul, the flower *** is already rattling into tiny pieces again, and there is no more worldly, massive glue that could fit more than a million pieces together.

Well, this is how Everything is formed; the cherishing, caressing voice of the Beloved no longer calls out from the echoing silence. Silence with an intermittent rhythm walks its rhythmless tightrope dances, because the kettle drum rhythm of the waning waves of the present also beats in the deaf ears. Why is it that every moment believed to be eternal has an unpredictable end and is hyperactive and restless?!

- The ever-drifting event of Nirvana-nothing seems to culminate crystal clear in the present minutes. The wolf-howl is accumulating in the manner of mini-atomic bombs ready to explode in the throats of screaming, ready-to-climb, ready-to-dive wolves. The clustered fear stretches to the shoulders, just like the Cassandra-scented ominousness.

Many-stringed screams hang, then ripen with a luscious, juicy pleasure, like a bunch or two of nectar-rich grapes. The massive-solid prison walls surrounding a person are increasingly hopeless, there is absolutely no escape from them.
The night arrives
And my sins
Get lost between the shadows
Feeling less shame
Walking home late
Leaving all behind
Darkness makes me blind
At the mirror, i look
A Little girl smiles
And then i remember
How innocent I was

By Yasmin.Sh
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