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Life extraordinaire

First, foremost
spread love
Annihilate hate
Don’t ever ever
wait for fate
helping others
should never cease
in tough times
death, disease
Trust in Divine’s
abound affection
patience, contentment
serene satisfaction
kiss disenfranchised
make them fly
even if you
had to lie
all this before
you gracefully die
moments are slow
life goes fast
every day
pretend
it is your last

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Purpose of life

It is so hot, and I wear a coat
attend all guests, clean the moat
smile in front, frown in the shade
could you imagine the life I had
day in, day out, clock tick tocks
Luck sits up a tree, jeers and mocks
old age coming soon, nothing to boast
none will remember, this chubby friendly host
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Prisoner of cupola

A beautiful dame of uncertain fame
been captured, gold-cuffed in a solitary loft
Each day she cries, asks Almighty why
is the fate of late has venom and hate
a family of meagre means, happily ate beans
content in that simple existence, mutual assistance
forgotten denizen of a small town,
plain cloth worn without any frowns,
what have I done, what could be done
to remove the curse, bring life back in verse
bad omens reverse, an ordinary universe
Answer to that is No, when rich and powerful
set eyes on beautiful, lilies in a dirty pond,
who won’t abscond, will not bond,
to dirty money, shores darkly sunny,
refuse to become their beautiful bunny,
they are captured and killed, or willed
as such, thrown money and much
to lure in a lie, deceit and wry
smirks, bodies bought, souls, thoughts,
left behind in simple family homes,
and most beautiful, innocent
girls left crying in grand domes
their destiny is all but sealed, truth revealed
there is no God for the poor, no justice for the weak
world full of death of dreams, screams, crushed squeak
of gold adorned, silk worn, gorgeous dames
locked in a cupola to match their fate and fame
all days still glitter but all are the same
until that moment, a smile returned and death came
 

A hole in my heart

everything you see,
whatever it be, it is me,
heart and soul own,
as known, the one who burned,
turned, in the shallowest of sleep,
heart bleep, threat turning hollow,
pride swallows, and let it show,
ashamed of passion, let it glow,
world laughs, so what, wind blows
I sense her from thousand miles
that sweet smell, travelling through mist
carrying most vivid dreams of one day
will be Sunday, when you and I meet
in the same cobbled street,
underneath half lit lamp,
on a damp, freezing morn
when your cold hand need warmth
you put it on my burning heart
a new beginning, brilliant start
Oh, I can see that beautiful time
coming soon, serene, sublime
almost touchable in Throxenby Lane
through my hospice window pane

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Sleep walk

I walked to a great
graveyard of souls
In the middle of the evening
thousands lost ones roaming
to unknown destinations,
each one think they are alive
daily grunt they survive
to earn more, till limbs sore
looking around, all I found
Just my reflection, such deception

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Nightmare

Clock chimes eleventeen at night
Bleak street, without light
No sound, no soul, no one in sight
a sudden shuddering scream,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, haaaaaaaaaaaa
unimaginable unbearable absolute fright
a person, a ghost, high devil’s host
came and punched heart to implode
took and drank blood, terror explode
breathe stuck at expanded lungs’ edge,
senses suicidal, jumped reasons’ ledge
Falling and falling, time slowly crawling
death does not arrive, he comes again
no desire to survive, mind emotionally insane
Abyss, true abyss, the fall had no end

not heaven or hell, a memory pretend  

 

Colour of life

Paint, who wants to paint
When life throws its colour
All you do is look and wonder
Just surrender
to its majestic views
Capturing the beauty, the colour
the contrast, master strokes,
the whole book of art
In one simple shot!

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