Time trips

discerning time
is it present,
future or past?
losing sight
of moments
some stay longer
others don’t last
Life passes so fast
I was an infant yesterday
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Clouds cry

chimneys pour
smoke in my pores
my soul is sour
I cry acid drops
when everything is dead
then will you stop?
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Home

However it is
It’s my home
My castle, my life
In hunger, in strife
My refuge, my dome
It’s my home

Don’t say bad things
it’s not posh
You look through my eyes
It’s better than
White House
It’s better than
even Rome
It’s my home

Life has been tough
I hit the rough
many times
Each time I know
What to read
Where is my tome
It’s my home

Invaders have come
Bruises and some
Scorching sun
Making sure I burn
This will be life, and
catacomb
It’s my home

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Gift

been given the ultimate gift
soul elating heart lift
end senseless drift

silk soft hand
kissing grass, feeling sand
beauty and charm heaven send

accept these with open arms
beautiful bouquet of charms
cold heart warms

renewed life begins
new day, dawn commence
soul filled with joy immense

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Lifestyle

Whatever will happen,
Still happens
worrying
scurrying
burying
your thoughts
in a deep down well
waiting for never arriving
Hope, faith,
won’t mend
Or send
you a positive missive
be dismissive
Whatever will happen
Will happen,
have a party
drink some wine
walk a line
of merriment, joy
act coy
deploy your mind
to now, today
this moment
which has hidden
unearthed pleasures
ready to be discovered
by vous, by strong you
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Aşk

Call rises and rises
needs increase
to go beyond reality
zenith of probabilities

have the courage
to cross boundaries of possible
impossible, downright unimaginable
test humanity to extreme

lights ray beams
tear universe from seams
whatever was deem
to be, make it happen

raise the voice
Haq Unal Ho, it is only you
transcend frailty
fear, fragility, frugality of heart

seven darts, all piercing through
blood dripping too but call rises
and rises, and rises, and rises
until nothing is left, just the call

to what mostly mattered,
heart fully catered
and soul ascend to
beyond imagination

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Mundanity

when life manifests chaos
you are unable to recognise
what and who you are
solace and penance indistinguishable
realisation dawns, on lush green lawns
that you, and your imagination
have gone mad, by at least half
Most maddening, loud laughs
your hear is your sensibility
mocking your insistence
naive persistence, to escape boundaries
foundries, of smelting ore of human fabric
resistance is futile, join the laughter
eat some food, smell some flowers,
and live happily after

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A NOMAD ON THE LOOSE

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