English Poetry Text – Set 3 – 2017

#1

In LoveThe day you appeared I lost my heartTo you, to love.And from that day I cannot partFrom you, from love.You hold me tightTo you, to love.In my thoughts all day and nightOf you, of love.I offer all that I have to giveTo you, to love.And all my days I want to liveWith you, in love.

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#2

If only the world could see what I feelthen, would the world, know who I amI’ve loved, lost and feared the worldfor it is sometimes too much to bareControl, power, is what I fearfor I am weak inside and full of painI shout and cry, but knowingthere is nobody there to hear meI swallow the shame and angerthat lies beneath meI am lost to reality and living in timeThough I am struggling through lifeand all that it offers, I am only humanand that is what makes me . . . Me.Still, I wish for the happiness and pleasurethat I have earned, but realize that, I havenot yet overcome the world’s greatest challengeLove! and how to accept it -I am ready to face my fears

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#3

Are you still mine? Cause there many… Fantasies thoughts going through my head, As all I do is think of you… As I’ve hungered, For your loving burning touch, As I need your love so badly, Now till the end of time, I am waiting for you with open arms To embrace you with wings of love, To hold you deep within my soul, To kiss you without control. Just being near you, And be able to behold your touch, Takes me to another dimension, But, time just moving so slowly, To feel the heat of your passions. I do want you to know… I will always love you, That you are all I have ever long for, And crave, and yearn… That you are the ANGEL of my dreams, The one I have search all my life, That every day, more and more, I’m falling deeply in love with you!

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#4

Our Deepest FearEmotions flowing through a sea of uncertainty conquering your deepest fear that inner voice inside of you that will make you crawled through your own skin looking for yourself Fascination with thoughts that lead you no where false hopes of conquering your deepest fear when is inside of youcrying out for help Shadow visions of dreams that never came to lightfoolish reason to fear life Our deepest fear is that we arestrong enough to let our self go but we fear thatif we let go there is nothing to hold on…!!!

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#5

A WHISPER TO GODIT STARTED AS A PRAYER AT FIRST,A WHISPER TO GOD AT NIGHT,A LONELY SOUL I HAD,WITH NO END IN SIGHT.I JUST WANT TO LIVE LIFE,AND BE HAPPY,AND MAYBE FIND SOMEONE,SOMEONE LIKE ME,GOD MUST HAVE BEEN LISTENING,I BELIEVE THIS TO BE TRUE,BECAUSE ONLY TWO DAYS LATER,WAS THE DAY I MET YOU.IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE,TOOK OFF LIKE A FLIGHT,YOU ARE TRUELY SPECIAL,I KNOW THIS IS RIGHT.NOW IT IS OVER,JUST GOOD TIMES IN STORE,ENGULFED IN JOY,AS A LONELY SOUL WAS NO MORE.AN ANGEL SENT FROM HEAVEN,TO WATCH OVER ME,FOREVER MY LOVE, AS MY WIFE TO BE.

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#6

HeWhat is left but to laughSorrow amuses Hepain makes He smileLoss causes He to winI sit with empty hands,Vacant heart andHollow soul butA smile cracks my lipsHe has won, taken meStolen my possessionsScooped up my joyBelittled my hopeNevertheless I grinKnowing that with defeatI can still be victor ifHe cannot revel in my pity.

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#7

ROSEGARDEN…!!!tonighti promise youa rose gardendead centre in my heartrainbow coloursas colourful as you;when the morning suncut diamonds from their dewi will take you smileand paint our loveover oceans wideand mountains highfor the world to seethe truthbetween you and me.

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#8

I did not come to you to talk about silence.Life stirs and bubbles in me,Bringing anxiety in my joyAnd hope in my need.I did not come to you to talk about silence.The quietude of night and stars suffices me,There are mute landscapes in my look.And, deaf, I continue to dream.I did not come to you to talk about silence.Words know well my mazes.Nothing arises without the obscure desireOf shade disintegrating into the light.I did not come to you to talk about silence.It is implicit, for here am I, bare,Before you, without artifices or magic,Assuming myself in these words of love.

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#9

EMOTIONS…!!!Do you believed in LOVE——————————————————————————–Emotions run deeper than the black holeit is in this hole that many of us have find our self with no way out, in our way out we findinfinite love, uh what is love is it that deep voice inside of you that tells you yeah it s true Love those nine letter word that means the world to someone that have been waiting a life time to said those words that will keep you awake tossing in turning between your sheets loosing yourself in your own thoughts It is that kind of love that many people are afraid to experimented, is today agood day to play Russian roulette, so letme fall in love , so i can pull the trigger an find myself with no emotions and asking God with my hands to the skies why me, why you have to tell me that you don’t love…!!!

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#10

‘Flickering In The Night Sky’Tonight I looked into the skyTo see where you might be,And there I saw the star that’s youFor the entire world & me.It sparkles in the dark night skyThe twinkles flicker brightThat guide’s my thoughts to where you areNo matter how far the flight.So if ever I feel lonelyAnd need to be with youAll I do is look at that starTo where it point’s at you.But should you need me by youTo comfort or just to hold,And feel my arms around youWhen all about is feeling cold.Then look up into the dark night skyAnd find your star so bright,For my thoughts of you are hanging thereTo love you through the night.

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#11

Make a vow, let yourself beBefore the day is done:None of the things you seeNow will remain undone. Silence thoughts, seizeTime and ease your mind:Understand, accept theseMoments you leave behind.And when the last gasp Of life crushes your soulMake a wish, and do askFor a kiss before you go.

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#12

Everything i was is all i am today——————————————————————————–Everything i was is all i am todaythe flowers are fadingdieing in the lightoh how i wish i could hold youthe colours are whirling in my mindsomehow the laughter grows coldi feel so alonecan you see through the faces that i see?can you see the real faces, the faces of the free?can you feel the soft touch of the rain falling?the sunshine through the cloudsthe rainbows in the skythe love that blesses us from way up highi believe in youdo you believe in me?where are you now? where did you go?where do i lay my head? where is my home?take me home to the places i used to goto the faces i used to knowwake me from my sleepturn my dreams to stonelet me see your eyeslet me see the way you seei’ll always remember the memories close to my hearti’ll feel every moment close to my hearti see images of you and me, friends and familyi see happiness and laughter, the flowers and the rain, the trees in the fieldsthis was my lifethis is my dreamthis was my home, the land of the freethey’ll always be safe, close to my hearteverything that was is all i am todayshadows of the futurelight in the darkness, hope in the storm, sunshine through the rainan unexpected glittering chaina secret only he knowsi wan

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#13

Eyes can be (and usually are) a window to the soul. This explains my take on some of the most powerful I’ve gazed into.——————————————————————————–Anxious current, floating rapidly in tune,Deprived of the direction provided by moon,Guided by the gravity of polar device,Armed with power to devastate or entice,Sweet obnoxious tenderness provided within,Those ice blue solaces of secular defend,My appetite has found a beautiful aim,Conception of a longing birthed without pain,Amorous glance, mine or otherwise,Behold the power of those eyes,Simple symbols of a valuable realm,Aureate treasures own my overwhelm,By my be become gilded wealth,Forgiving the secrets I will not tell,Interpretation could be my end,If it’s understanding found it a friend,Only molest could imply where it lands,Or how it shudders in those strengthened hands,Just the idea of the verb in it’s place,Brings a syrup of smile to my face,You are the author in lack of whole part,Completely regarding my adoring heart.

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#14

The hands seem to have a firm grip nowThe feeling overwhelms my sensesIt pulses through my veinsMaking me more and more addicted to the painThere seem to be more eyes upon me nowMore than ever that I remember from the pastThe hands tear away parts of meLeaving me standing naked,alone,coldI shudder at the thought of peaceA day without strife is not lifeAlthough I let everyone down repeatedlyI refuse to stay face down on the groundI want to overcome all obstaclesRoad blocked over and over by those in my wayThey all want to share their love with meYet they all keep shoving me away.

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#15

WHAT is life?Is it really life were living.Or is this an on going dream fighting obsticals along the way.We wake confused as the day before.No hints to which way to go.We all move on day by day.Taking different turns along the way.There’s no way back.You can think past,But future is what rushes upon us.This so called life we live in.Does it really make sense.Are we sure this isn’t time to be high,wreckless and carefree.Then without warning rise upon reality forced into what we call life.There’s no choice but to grow old.Age hurts the mind.Blinding like the sun.Some move fast,some slow,some fly,some swim,some run,some walk.Reality moves forth bringing us upon the edge of know where.By this time there’s no turning back.Can’t run home.Can’t find another place to roam.Traveling so far weakends the mind erasing the knowledge our teachers fed our minds to prepare for survival.Nobody knows when they’ve made there last turn in there dream,But that last turn is life.The day we wake from our rest.Is the day life begins.ONE LOVE. BALANCE.

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#16

Without You My Pillow gazes upon me at nightEmpty as a gravestone;I never thought it would be so bitterTo be alone,Not to lie down asleep in your hair.I lie alone in a silent house,The hanging lamp darkened,And gently stretch out my handsTo gather in yours,And softly press my warm mouthToward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-Then suddenly I’m awakeAnd all around me the cold night grows still.The star in the window shines clearly-Where is your blond hair,Where your sweet mouth?Now I drink pain in every delightAnd poison in every wine;I never knew it would be so bitterTo be alone,Alone, without you.

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#17

Beautiful Dreamer Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d away!Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,List while I woo thee with soft melody;Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng.Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;Over the streamlet vapors are borne,Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

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#18

So often when I am embracing you,It seems that you exist in this worldonly because of me and I exist because of you.It’s not easy to wander in this worldand not lose one’s way,but the greatest happiness of allis in giving joy to one’s beloved.And if the king can have his throne,and if the bird can have his Spring nest,and God can have his heaven,then I, my sweetheart, I can have you!

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#19

You are friendly, kind and caringSensitive, loyal and understandingHumorous, fun, secure and trueAlways there… yes that’s you.Special, accepting, exciting and wiseTruthful and helpful, with honest blue eyesConfiding, forgiving, cheerful and brightYes that’s you… not one bit of spite.You’re one of a kind, different from othersGenerous, charming, but not one that smothersOptimistic, thoughtful, happy and gameBut not just another… in the long chain.Appreciative, warm and precious like goldOur friendship won’t tarnish or ever grow oldYou’ll always be there, I know that is trueI’ll always be here… always for you.

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#20

My Pillow gazes upon me at nightEmpty as a gravestone;I never thought it would be so bitterTo be alone,Not to lie down asleep in your hair.I lie alone in a silent house,The hanging lamp darkened,And gently stretch out my handsTo gather in yours,And softly press my warm mouthToward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-Then suddenly I’m awakeAnd all around me the cold night grows still.The star in the window shines clearly-Where is your blond hair,Where your sweet mouth?Now I drink pain in every delightAnd poison in every wine;I never knew it would be so bitterTo be alone,Alone, without you.

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#21

Daffodils I wander’d lonely as a cloud…That floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,…A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine…And twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch’d in never-ending line…Along the margin of a bay;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they….Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;A poet could not but be gay,…In such a jocund company:I gazed–and gazed–but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie…In vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eye…Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

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#22

Do You Remember? Handsome, your beauty surpasses other beauties.Write, let me know how you are doing, peri.Everybody did, what happens if I do?Describing your charm in this gathering, peri?Your breasts are like marble. Your alef-like stature resembles spruce.Around your flower-like face, curl to curl, is ambergris scented hair.You’d sleep and I’d stay all night till dawn,Guarding your assets and riches, peri.The day I fell in love with your moon-like charm.I found that my incurable pain had no remedy.Do you remember, I was saying: Dawn, Dawn?Praying no ruin falls on you, peri?You threw me in the corner of a cage, waiting to seewhen paradise wind would blow from your hair.From beginning to end you gave to everybody,to paupers your assets and riches, peri.Pauper Mazun cannot tolerate. He ripshis collar with his hand, making his eyes tearful.Endures because of you, wipes with your skirt,in view of your eyelashes, his tearful eyes, peri.

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#23

Why Oh God, one cannot argue with you, but,why did you throw us in the fire of love?You formed us with your power, and water and clay.Why did you create the moon-like beauties?You made eyebrows into pens, and locks of hair into lassos.You made sugar-water limpid from sweet lips.If you wanted me not to become afflicted and degraded,why did you create lovesick girls?If you wanted submission and prayers,you would not have given beauties coquetry and coyness.If false love is a sin,why did you make drunkard eyes drunk?The moth would not burn if there is no candle.The nightingale would not go mad if there is no flower.If Layla did not rupture faith,why should Majnun wander around the mountain and the desert?I’m talking about your attributes and your essence.I’m afraid, I cannot return from my inner heart.From love’s fire, why did you puttroubled words on Mazun’s tongue?

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#24

Beloved’s Manifestation One who is eager for love,the beloved’s manifestation is in his soul.In his existence there is the sign,in his bones, marrow, and blood.Is the beloved a houri or a human?Venus, the sun, or the moon?My beloved, in short,is neither from the earth, nor from the sky.Day by day my beloved’s beauty becomes more elegant.Moment by moment I become more saddened.My beloved is closer to me than myself,Yet, I don’t know where my beloved is.One who has reason and knowledge,becomes intimate with someone of his kind.I, helpless and Majnun-like,have become accustomed to the desert.One lover is roaring.He is eager to see a shining face.Another is distressed,keen to see her lustrous hair.Another desires his lover’s breasts.Describes them as ripe pomegranates,Hails them improperly,Praises apples of Isfahan.One lover says: ‘My beloved is going away.My liver’s blood became my wine.From my cry the world became deaf.Is this friend in the grinding mill?’Mine is above all others’ loves.He is dear, a husband to widows.He knows everything,whether the meaning or the expression.The light of his candle doesn’t vanish.He is the beloved, I’m the lover.He is the ocean, Mazun the fish,How wonderful, what an endless sea he is.

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#25

Hours Pass ByI think of u in my armsand what it would be like 2 make loveI think of u raising my SEEDand what they d be made ofI think of how alone I wasbefore u came 2 beI think of the joy I feltwhen u said u thought of meI?m proud 2 be the heart uchoose 2 make a friendhours pass by and cupid criesuntil we meet again

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#26

1st impression: Just when I thought I d seen it all our paths crossed and met and I Knew from the First glance that u would be hard 2 4get your eyes attracted me First but you reeked of sultry confidence I couldn t wait 2 touch lips and kiss with my Heart s intentions when we did it was what I expected and 4 that moment we erased the tension of the awkwardness of First Date Jitters and the initial Blind Date First impressions we kissed again and I felt the passion and this was CUPID s blessing

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#27

Who Is Here? Who Is There?In the Garden, when the autumn wind blows,In the bird’s voice there is wailing and lamentation.In the lovesick nightingale’s song there is a call,with a different effect, a different mark.Still, the nightingale is yearning for the love of the flower.Still, the salamander is nesting in the oven.Still, Mansur is hanging on the gallows.He says: “I’m the Truth,” yet the secret (truth) is hidden.Still, Zulaykha is not afraid of rebuke.Still, Yusuf is evading Zulaykha.Still, the Christian maiden is breaching Sheikh San’an’s faith.Still, the Sheikh is tending her swine.Still, Majnun desires to become insane.Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”He is here; he is there. Where is he?

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#28

Each Person Has A Different Path To The Friend’s Neighborhood We exchanged reason for love.Everybody is a buyer of a different good.The mystic’s design and mark is distinct,A different bazaar, a different shop.It’s a different journey, a distinct world.It’s different from this world and the other world.Those on the land are unaware of those in the air.A good from Ethiopia is different from one from Central Asia.One who is in the sea is ignorant of some one who is in the desert. Everybody is the king of his own city.One has become Moses and has seen the Beloved on Mount Sinai.One, like Jesus, has seen the Beloved while crucified.One has seen in the dark, another in the light.Each person has a different path to the Friend’s neighborhood.One becomes like soil, and kisses the threshold.Another becomes fervent then flutters.One, like Mazun, makes his chest a shield,seeking the arrow of love.

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#29

I’m building the house of insanity.I’m the builder. I’m the architect.I drink the wine of mysticism.I’m the wine. I’m the wine drinker.I’m effaced, fascinated by the friend’s visit. I’m a carefree, a drunk carefree. I’m drunk, a sober drunk.I’m drunk. I’m aware.I’m my own friend.I’m the tar, I’m the setar.I’m the world. I’ve no world.I’m placeless. I’ve no place. Look! I’ve no possessions.I’m the head and the leader myself.I’m not wiping my tears for no reason.It’s better not to find a solution.How come I don’t know my own pain?I’m the doctor and the remedy myself.I wandered around the universe.For the friend’s sake I have broken my heart.Oh poor me! I didn’t knowI ‘m the beloved and the lover myself.Mazun, I made myself degraded.I chose to be in love.I gave my sole to the beloved.Soul myself, devotee myself.

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#30

Because of you I chose exile,I’ve been estranged from my tribe for some time.I watered my flower with my tears,Injustice! Don’t take me away from my flower.There’s nothing wrong if a king wants a pauper,If a pauper desires a king, he can’t help it.My desire is too high; my luck is too low,There is no cure for this pain but death.What’s with the melancholic ascetic?He argues with me about faith and religion.The religion of the lover is the beloved.I’m taking no path but my own.The sweet laughter—I didn’t love in vain.I didn’t graft reason onto love.She pulls me, she pulls me with her lasso-like braid.How could I be separated from her ambergris-scented hair?Peris, lovely, tall beauties –Mazun won’t refuse if they want his soul.I’ve put my head in their path.My head’s bad luck is because of my tongue.

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#31

I became Majnun in the desert of affliction.Whom could I tell about my crazy pain?My heart is bleeding because of separation from my friend. I cannot confide in any foolish person my pain.That nightingale who was estranged from his flower,is continuously lamenting loneliness.Oh zephyr, from prisoner’s tongue,tell the gardener about my pain. My patience has reached its limits. I have no peace.Time of my joy has passed. I have no companion.There is no confidante for my secrets.Let no stranger know of my pain.If a compassionate friend is known.Tells the beloved of my pain with fervor and passion.Nightingale’s eagerness for the flower garden never ends.Enthusiasm for love never goes out of his mind.Mazun’s complaints never end by telling.I should write my pain as narratives.

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#32

knew a girl,who wanted to fall in love.And one day, she did fell,by some one’s charm she was spelled.She knew that even her boy was ready to swearand sacrifice each and every tear.But life is a game,it’s not always the same.She once saw a nightmare,that gave her the feeling of participation in a questionnaire.The dream was too scary to resistshe felt as if she won’t any longer exist.All the plans of having fun in sun,were fired using a hired gun.All she wanted know was to give up,and ask his Romeo to pack up.The wonderful story,that ne’er took the shape of a love story,or to be specific, ne’er existed,had to lay down, on the death bed………..

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#33

Maybe I am a self-sacrificing spiritThat represents the true pinnacle of lyricsI hope you get my messageBefore my words’ dissolves and fades awayI pray to God that you hear itI’m looking for loveAnd no artificial substitutesYou can’t find loveIf you looking for the wrong attributesTo tell you the truthI can’t make love to youIf I am not in love with youI know that I Have a high sex driveBut that doesn’t mean IHave to chase everythingThat is feminine with legsI built myself up too highTo sell myself shortFor pointless gratificationI rather wait for love insteadBefore I get inside of youI rather get inside your headYou hungry for knowledgeAnd I want to make sure That you are fedI am careful how I prepareThe place that I lay my headBecause there is no tellingHow soon will have toLay in that bedI want to open your mindBefore I open your legsI’m not looking for one night standsI am looking for a queenWho I can share the throne withThe one that will inherit my richesAnd my kingdomWhen we wedAnything less is absurd and contradictoryAnd would lead to my misfortune instead

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#34

My love is true My love is true … Why don’t you believe My love is you …Many a friends are in my life But No one exists When you are by my side … Look at my tearsIt’snot rain It’s YOU …Unfaithfullness that gives me pain If you don’t want to meet meWhy you tease my again and again …I love you & I love you fairNo one can give you so much care …NOw you are rejecting & Ignoring meBut remember that me & my love for you is rare …It makes me gloomyIt makes me cryThat you are a charmer & your love was a lie …You’re my love & without you I’LL DIE … I’LL DIE …But now waves of time has shown me tha pathIt’s not death, where I want to resort …My lovely anguish told me to what to do?I DON’T LOVE YOU BUTI LOVE TO ABHOR YOU …

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#35

They could never understandwhat u set out 2 doinstead they chose 2ridicule uwhen u got weakthey loved the sightof your dimmingand flickering starlightHow could they understand what was so intricate2 be loved by so many, so intimatethey wanted 2 c your lifeless corpsethis way u could not alter the courseof ignorance that they have set2 make my people forgetwhat they have done for much 2 long2 just forget and carry onI had loved u forever because of who u rand now I mourn our fallen star

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#36

The day I met u I saw strengthand I knew from that point onthat u were pure woman 2 mepossessing a spirit that was strongI want smiles 2 replace the sorrowthat u have encountered in the pastand since it was strength that attracted me 2 uit will take strength 2 make it lastMy negative side will attempt 2 change ubut please fight that with your allit will be your strength that keep us both standingwhile others around us fall

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#37

I didn’t decide to carry the load of sorrow,sorrow existed, this house of sorrow also existed.I didn’t lift the Jam-e Jam to drink wine,wine existed, this house of wine also was there.It is said: ‘He who created the house of love,let the beloved burn and the lover burnt.’The cruelty of the red rose, and the cry of the nightingale—the candle existed, and this moth also existed. One’s pain is too much, another’s little,one’s heart is afflicted, another’s smiles. Majnun is drunk from love, and Layla is drunk from coyness.The mountain existed and this madman also existed.The eyes of beauties were drunken and murderous.Her tongue was like sugar, and her lips the confectioner.The suffering boy and the loving girl existed,the tyrant father and miser mother were also there.That teasing that breaches faith,the arrow of coy that pierces the soul,It was not that Mazun was targeted last night,the arrow was there and the target was there.

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#38

What Is, Is In Love (S6) I’m a moth circling the light of the beloved’s face.Give me your soul-nourishing hand, and nothing else.If my body is cut from head to toe,Every joint is love’s abode, and nothing else.When the drum of “Am I not your Lord?” was beaten,to test the friend from the enemy,when the Friend asked, He heard His answer:I said the name of love, and nothing else. (Carl’s English poetic experiment:I said “trouble!” but that’slove, and nothing else.) One likes darkness, another is in the light.Another drills to pile up worldly possessions.What is, is in love, the rest is futile.The world is nothing, its sultan and its shah all nothing.Was there ever a sultan whose throne survived?Is there a lover in this world whose name will fade? May God bless my father who told my teacher:’Teach my son love’s lesson, and nothing else.’Look at the soil and rock of the desert;they’re mourning Majnun’s tears.If Mazun dies as a pauper,write on his tombstone: This is love’s abode. And nothing else

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#39

Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate.Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.Today is built on tragedies which no one wants to face.Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced.Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air.Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares.Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,knawing at my sanity, content when I m dropped.But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew,built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth.Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong ideas of pride.I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

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#40

Give me death! I pray every dayLeave me not, to sigh, in every waySeen I have, those beautiful daysThose little red flowers in an awesome place.Why these windows, in front of me?And all the beauty outside, and freeRan, I have upon the soft wet groundI walk far no more, just safe and soundMy beloved ones, have all gone awayLaughter, I yearn to hear, to be merry and gayTears, I have in my heart and dreams tooLike my youth, won`t the pills vanish too?Years and years, have I spent in glee?To sit here and look at the old worn treeSearched I have, for a leaf of hope,A lover from the skies, with whom to elopeAt every sunset, I cry and pleadSlow and just living, and yet I bleedWith angst, do I cry, take me home.Please take me away from this old age home.

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#41

i never get to tell you what I really need to sayHow I long to hold you each and every dayYou mean more to me than words can ever expressWithout you my life would be a total messAs I look into your eyes, and at your perfect faceI know there will never be anyone to take your placeNo matter what problems we may go throughThat place in my heart will always be for youIf I am having a hard time letting you inIt’s because I have played the game, and never winYour love means so much to meI just don’t know how to make you seeI don’t care what people sayWe can stick together anywayWhen they come to me, all I see is your faceWhen they start to speak your voice takes their placeIt’s a voice that promises to always be thereNo matter what they say, I know you still careAlways and Forever is what this means to me

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#42

When I fall in love,I want to bewith heralways;In happiness,to smile with her,and be the oneto hug her near.In sadness,to cry with her,and be the oneto dry her tears.When I fall in love,I will spend myevery wakingand sleepingmomentswith herand catch eachmoment in itseternallylovelyform.When I fall in love,I will miss herthe very momentI say ‘goodbye’and my heartwill yearn forthe very momentI say ‘hello’.When I fall in love,all my old hurtsand painswill seemlost andfadedawayand I will bestrong andbraveonceagain.When I fall in love,I want youto be happyalways, everand feel likethe happiestpersonof themall . . .Because that’swhat I will feel,when I fall in love,with you.

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#43

WHENEVER…This one is for the special her- the one, who holds me aplomb,The one who bowls me over and tames the lion in me into a lamb.Whenever I look at your jet-black silky, shiny hair…I feel like making it my very own personal lair…Whenever I gape at your beautiful forehead…I appear to have consumed a barrel full of mead…Whenever I see your perfectly lined black eyebrow,I understand that to me heaven is at a stone’s throw…Whenever I gaze longingly into your sexy eyes…I find in my stomach loads of running mice…Whenever I glance at your ‘dead-center’ nice nose…To delirium I find myself so dangerously close…Whenever I see your ‘as-red-as-blood’ lips… I find my heart moving away from my fingertips…Whenever I stare at your cute, little, double chin…I remember why it is you I must definitely win…Whenever I notice your ears and your dimple cheek…I wonder again how anyone could be so sleek…When I do peek at your long slender neck…I know you are worth it all – what the heck…

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#44

I don t have everythingas a matter of fact I don t have anythingexcept dream of a better dayand you 2 help me find my wayBeing a man I am sure 2 make mistakesbut 2 keep u I would do all it takesand if it meant my love was really trueI d gladly die and watch over uI wish u knew how much I caredu d see my love is true by the life we d shareEven if u changed your mind and said our love was thruI d want 2 die continuously cry and still I d love u

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#45

My love for you is simple, deep, and strong. I feel it flowing towards you from my heart, A tide of unsophisticated song, Sung with much desire and little art. I cannot tell my love, but it will show In ways that even I cannot foresee; A love as full as mine must overflow Into everything that makes me, me. Just as the sun must shine to be the sun And trees burst forth in blossom every year, So I must love in ways that everyone Can see or sense or reason out or hear. Still, I’ll tell you of my love in this: For fear, despite all, you might my love miss.

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#46

Burning painMisery and tearsMy heart torn by broken promisesYour lies echo through my mindNo place to runNo place to hideI try to ignore my painDaily my tears flowMy beauty marredMy spirit crushedYour angerYour criticismYour violenceI can do no rightI try to please, to make things acceptableFor youTo no availHow to end my sufferingThere is no respiteBy you, my deep love forgottenThere are others who fill your thoughtsWho make you smileA carousel forever turningThey care not, self is paramountAll egos blazingHour after endless hour they continueOnLeaving me aloneCornered, with nowhere to runOnly one can end thisYour refusal burning deepBranding me, scarring my psycheI pray to sleep eternally this nightFor tomorrow brings more painAnd I can face no more tomorrowsNo home to succor meWho will care, responsibility is forThose who accept it and try to make it rightI am here, my love is real, tangibleYours to acceptDon’t shut me outDon’t push me from youFor then there will be no moreTomorrowsOnly eternal peace

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#47

O Bearer, bring the wine that brings joyTo increase generosity, & let perfection buoyGive me some, for I have lost my heartBoth traits from me have kept apartBring the wine whose reflection in the cupSignals to all the kings whose times are upGive me wine, and with the reed-flute I will singWhen was Jamshid, and when Kavoos was kingBring me the elixir whose grace and alchemyBestows treasures, from bonds of time sets freeGive me so they’ll open the doors once againOf long life and the bliss that will remainBearer give the wine that the Holy GrailWill make claims of sight in the Void and thus failGive me so that I, with the help of the GrailAll secrets, like Jamshid, themselves availSpeak of the tale of the wheel of fateproclaim to the kings and heroes of lateThis broken world is in the same stateAs seen by Afrasiab, the mighty, the greatWhence his mobilizing army generalsWhence cunning heroes’ war cries and callsNot only his palace has gone to the dustEven his tomb

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#48

i sit in the park where i dwell,for this girl i love so well.she took my heart away from me,now she wants to set me free.i see a boy on her lap,she says things to him she never said to me.i ran home to cry on my bed,not a word to mother was said.father came home late that night,he looked at me from left to right.he saw me hanging from rope,he took his knife to cut me down,and on my dress a note was found.dig my grave,dig it deep.dig my grave, from head to feet.and on the top place a dobe.and remember this, i did for love.

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#49

Across skies, the sun starts to limnWaking up to a morning hymnRoosters’ crow and sparrows tweetIn deep slumber, an alarm sweetStrumming upon the leafy groundSweepers crafting a hip soundCoffee poured and buckets filledStreams gurgling, dreams fulfilled.In the kitchen, vessels clang and fallAt a crescendo, milkman starts to callTelephones ring, radio springs aliveJoggers pant, in harmony all dive.As the band plays, starts all festivityFrom stillness of night, a sudden levityTo awaken me, do thy make all the fussIn pure merriment, I wake up thusFill my ears again, before I yawnHaunt with visuals of a glorious EonFrom morning dew, a lesson rebornLearn and listen to symphony at dawn

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#50

Where do you run in such a hurry?To the embracing arms of god,Or to relish a feast, spread by the lordIs there someone there to ferry?To another bank of this mad river.’Going Home’, you say, and I stare’What is home?’, I’ve never known’What do you do there?’, I seek by my own’It`s night!, I am going to sleep’I died in laughter that day and my life long.Slept, I have all this life, right hereOn this solid ground, slept in peace.No lack of mirth, in my hungry soulNo lack of bruises, on my lonely bodyAnd, Slept I have in peace, right here.’Why on the streets?’, you demand to know’Help yourselves’, you seem to say’Why, Where and How?’, my eyes pleadDo you have the time to show me the way?Poor Helpless soul, you simply walk away.I roam by day, in search of shady treesIn between these huge palaces of stoneA shady place to sleep time and sun awayand then return to that old cold stone.And to dream, looking at the mocking stars.The sun slowly peeps at me, smilingand I naughtily show my back to himThe world starts running around quicklyAnd tries to wake me up, but in vainAll I know and have, is my sleep galore.These few lines, for those homeless friends, who sleep on the streets, these few lines, for our helplessness on seeing them. These few lines for their prayers and our reasons.