Naykd Poet, 7 april 2013
Prospecting the future
With hindsight gaze
Perplexed by the outcome
Of unknown days
Wealth to the measure
Surprised by the scheme
Replenishing the treasure
With yet realized dreams
Love is the passion to the cause
Uncertain to the reason
Defying rational(e) laws
Of day-dreaming dream’n
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 7 april 2013
Oh! You All humans!!!
God gave you two legs,
When have you started walking on all fours?
Have you no shame?
In the guise of so called freedom,
Have you lost all your restraints?
Shame on you!!!
Four leggeds devours, sleeps,
and go about reproducing without conscience.
What have you done with yourselves?
At the peak of your Glorious Civilization,
What makes you crawl on four,
Buck naked under the Sun of GOD?
Why be the beast of prey,
That can but only kill others for food?
You became deadly serpent,
That can do no good; neither to itself nor others,
But kills anyway, why?
Why do you like being,
Bulls or Cows- Sleep, Work, eat,
And Don't even recognize,
Your birth parents or Children of your own,
While you indulge in carnal desires ?
What makes you any different than them?
Why do you claim to be the torch bearers,
Of the Civilized minds,
When you fail to civilize yourselves?
Humanity is at stakes,
And you are yet to lit the light,
Stand on The Two Legs that God gave you,
But Claim to be Humans anyway.
Shame on you, Shame on me,
Shame on Everyone who has lost the light,
That shows the path to salvation.
Alex Perez, 7 april 2013
Forever!!!! Does that exist?
We search for happiness and recognition and freedom; while holding a Fist.
Single mothers proclaim justice against fathers that don’t bother to stay around long enough to exist…
But what about a man that comes around….
Even if it’s now or later; will a crater be built?
For a man that’s willing to play the part… would you hold the guilt?
Of someone from the past… While YOU BREATHE and Gasp!!!
Don’t hold back… Because their might be a man that you deserve that will come and improve the past.
So look ahead because someone is praying for you, and keep in mind that someone hopes it’ll come true!!!
Alex Perez 2013
Alex Perez, 7 april 2013
Even if it’s been too long for me to sit down and write what it’s like; for me to go thru day and night ,
I sit back and take sight… if it's a fight for me to recognize that it’s up to me to continue to do what is right.
I slipped… I stumbled… I fumbled every time; I crumbled… the dreams-and it seems that I like I should try to rewind; before I try to humble… myself_”myself is the blame”… the name is ME!
But I came to see, what the hell! No more prison cells….That’s lame for me. No more exhales… only inhales; while I try to excel to a new truth… something to reach a new booth, but a new youth… is holding me back…. It’s like new beats and drama is under attack; trying to attack… matter a fact my back is under the bricks; and the slick shit don’t work where I’m tryin to pull lyrics and skits under the shit that holds me back where it’s tryin to pull me under ; and it makes me drown… deep down under and I wonder will it keep me down…. “So deep” If I creep; will I sleep long enough to keep the hunger down?
Because I haven’t ate… And I wonder will it be long enough to levate to new levels; I guess I’m wondering why my plate is empty truth…. But new devils… Is it too much to settle? My flame is too hot for plastic but not enough for metal… but still I rock flame… like gas lit flares that’ll stop the pain!
But will the clouds hold their place long enough to make it rain…. Because I don’t know if I’ll be aroung long enough to make a change! BUT MY TEARS STILL DROP; BUT I STILL WONDER WHY I DON’T FEEL THE SAME.
Alex Perez 2013
Satish Verma, 7 april 2013
Do not stare at full moon.
The distance between love and hate
has narrowed.
Not for the shrunk radiation,
sun wants to hide behind the gift
of sunflowers.
The golden ring on the black finger,
I love the death’s cry,
fire will wear the jewel.
Collapsed roofs of the palace,
it is the cushioned agony
of the emptied king.
Everything was melting,
the child, the mother and the grain.
From where the water will come?
Satish Verma
cauchy3, 6 april 2013
` HONG KONG starlet YING CHOI YEE..
Which is that flat?
What and where are you that you come from.
What breed? Are you weaned? I am breadwinner only I might. How about you our beloved witch YING CHOI YEE?
Put a smile on face to please. All are moneys ease as you can look so good and lewd on bed or life. Can defended are likely none. Claimants that represent HONG KONG government play a prank and joke in court.
Signs and seeing views of policeman witness just is not queen evidence this time. Who then can prove that she dispose a bag of cocaine away from her car windows.
Who is triad?
What is coke?
Singer also starlet goes up smiling face to please her nabob friend. Seemingly she must please them with sexes and cokes.
Look so good this ways are something bad.
Friend of she as this is very eminent business men and building landlord keeping many flats.
Which is that flat?
Where you come from?
Ways of made argots is not such as only those for cow.
Those are words from me that use to calm you down with much their wants.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
Insatiable Sohail, 6 april 2013
She was my maiden hope and happiness
Unknown to this world.
Whose celestial presence
Engulfed my whole being.
Richness of her beauty
Touched my pure heart fully.
Her exquisite inexplicable love
Relieved the burden
Of shame and anguish.
A charm of softness -
Played around her mouth
And beamed out of her eyes.
A crimson flush
Glowing on her cheek
That had long so pale.
Radiant and tender smile
Gushed from the very heart of womanhood.
And she is my only beloved
Still alive and will be.
Through my endless ways of thought.
Satish Verma, 6 april 2013
The dome has collapsed.
You walk in fire on the eve of
exhuming yourself, picking up
the pieces of humming life.
Eye to eye, the patience was wearing
thin, fears had positioned themselves,
at the doors, snarling.
A mass grave was being dug in the distant woods.
On cloudless hills, a raging sun
climbs up to send the dust of miracles,
which never nodded. The faith healers had
failed on ivory stages.
The god is ailing with multiple failures.
Man, are you responsible for this bloodbath
in coldest weather of earth when grievers
were frozen in their tracks?
Satish Verma
Blossom Sol, 5 april 2013
So I am sitting there
in an over used chair
staring at this
silver foxed lady
of slandering bickering words
that ooze into my mentality
YET!
I am saved by a some what
out of perspective.
So anyway,
Picture here,
the scene.
She glamorises the gutter
with 'darling' and 'babe'
But I shall give her some credit,
to top up her speaker phone
for she is calm and collective
and does not seem to have any sort of background moan.
Anyway! To the point:
As she speaks,
I see.
Yes please, please, keep speaking at me.
Keep telling me how to allure the customers you yearn,
yes my silver lady,
I am willing to learn.
As she talks from a mouth that has created a permanent frown,
the lines I can see, are wearing their own crowns.
I watch her body move against the white wall
in her zebra print top
this elder woman is cool.
But anyway! To the point!
I am stuck in this joint,
but she soothes me with physical pleasures,
I watch her soul dance out of her body,
her electric soul is burning right out
and I am in awe looking at her
like no one else is about.
Yet the room is filled with more electricity then i can bare
but instead i blank out
and just stare and stare
then suddenly COLOURS!
First it is green,
why is this her aura, that I see before me?
I look to the left,
the cute blonde in pink
her energy is blue,
my heart is to sink
in such an electric ocean in front
My delicate eyes have performed such a stunt!
Two actors ahead,
giving wonders to my secret head
I watch the energies dance
I watch two souls create
from the movement of their little hands
the energy keeps changing state.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 april 2013
In the dark; I find you clinging like some stuffed animal
Abandonment issues are the hardest-who takes thier love away?
It is so hard to get through to you sometimes....
Yet, you are so agreeable; I cannot leave it alone
Curiosity hails from every line that you have written
To say "I Miss You", would it even be appropriate
I feel like a caged animal, in my own circus
I have tried everything to get you out of my mind
But the brain and senses are still telling me-you are fine
You have a lot going for you; I want to be a part of it
Please open your door and let me in........
Kahlia
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