The Dragon and Dwarf

The dwarf is a fit man, always in slaughter of his soul,
Many gifts are driven in his path, like eating a casserole
And dividing the bodies in two on the battlefield,
More like crucifying a little giant who appealed.
A dwarf may travel on the back of a dragon
To slay a man half-alive, and then to abandon
The dragon. The fearsome one, who lies and dies
In the full sun, the heat is immense.

We also are human, but you may be so.
Maybe, the dragon is not small, but you are aglow,
Like a candle that finishes and bursts into flames,
With enemies, with foes of hunger, and the claims
Of regenerating are rare: you need magic of funny fire
To regrow and double in some full attire.
I guess a dwarf does not need this fun,
More humans shall win and lose their abdomen.

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Bereavement

Do not get tired from grief as you are bereaved,
And bereavement is relief as you are bereaved.

Do certainty on the scene of writing, when all is leisure
And certain people believe in their belief as you are bereaved.

Does your mind seem a container of science and sea?
Then let feelings go, let them reside away from the thief as you are bereaved.

Does your partner know why marriage is sacred and solid?
Then see him or her with a measure of truth as the chief as you are bereaved.

May surrendering accomplish the goal of a life-time,
May I wish you all the best with your disbelief as you are bereaved.

Let Time fly, let innocence mend the tattered cloths and dress and uniform,
For when a person dies he or she is abject and very brief, as you are bereaved.

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In The Night You Wander

In the night you wander around
Alone in your house.
Everyone has described you,
You recall your childhood as one baby,
Dancing around, by yourself, being twenty.
You amble up and down the stairs,
In undying love for your life story.

Now it has reached mealtime,
Lose the food of the poor,
Keep beans, artichokes and wine,
Beautifying the taste of mealtimes.

What else can you say?
I'm thinking of the times you sat beside me
Making delusions, the usual delusions.
This time was small in confusion,
The thoughts kept moving and prodding,
And the delusions kept coming.
You lost them at the end of the day.

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Successful

Success forces us mildly to accept and swear obedience,
Towards whom is not known, but it is permissible to know.
There is a test for the great and intriguing,
Resolutions must end the matter.

Successful attributes kept the kings with their kingdoms,
Showing character and relentless strength.
To prosper is too wise a triumph, a reality is upon us,
We do mind the dangers but refrain from them now.

The marching of troops built water in the river,
Had an army in the first place,
And let the river run into the ocean,
Commanded by the generals and few others.

What is successful shows in the jobs we exceed
In calibre, and acumen, and wealth of knowledge.
The force of a thousand rivers was called a test
But then this test must be passed for the good of all men.

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Aghast of Life

Ghastly people master their excesses as fragile,
To be cushioned, to bind in sleep being fresh.
Thinking of slumberous life as brilliant,
A more of garden crept into their sleep,
As sleepless as flowers on planting and danger from the prickles.
Prickled by money in their slant of heaven
Is like mass-psychology to the layman!
I found him, the doctor, in that day
And he thieved my muscles, my kidneys,
As well he took my life and all - but, very nearly.
This is always your awareness and reverence for prayer
Descending into heaven, kindly worthy after God has passed.
I lay in my bedroom with cushions and pillows and the works.
Force I reserve angels with, as if God muttered through my heart,
And He gave me special looking features,
Before I was a deathly place.

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Minor Importance

Gigs of minor importance are to be rude,
Minor men scent the Paradise,
Two women and one man is to conclude
Minor happiness, two for once.

Goggles satiate the individual,
Into believing of some who liven up,
Their goal is yellowy like Hell,
Like a river which said to reach and stop.

Hatred is mostly good for the evil,
Most are afraid of the finer,
Pointing out anything achievable
Like pointers of crime and caseworker.

I like someone who betrayed not anyone,
Guests like astrologers who smell them:
Those innocent tricks to dazzle and be done,
To greatly win a marvel from a hat stratagem.

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Land Called Ours

Inside the dozens of trees amassing in the wilderness
There reigns a horse flying in the cosmos of thoughts,
How do they spell their dangers to themselves?
Occurring tonight, like the buzzing oceans, we
Spend our money like the honey of Paradise.
Geese flock, giraffes whack and somersaults
Are composed with vigour, the rigid leaves spring.
My innocent mouth manages a room of rains and showers,
Inert chemicals flood the banks of the trees and mouth.
The land called Earth is superior to managements
Of the aliens, those founders of health for themselves.
Open the doors to electrifying youth, a tree and mouth
Occasions to remake the earth of the soil,
Moderation is the key to their justice,
Many characters abound in the living city
Of surprise and condemnation.

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Dear Birds and Animals

A dear bird shall shake and make
The clean interior of my living house;
Its chemical shall teach, remake our rooms
Into delightful and delicious abodes,
Full of changeable furniture, clammy chairs
And comfortable tables of bronze and wood.
Heavy utensils make the birds fly forever,
Importing themselves haughtily,
With hanging furniture, a closed door.
Greedy and grubby, the animals of the wilderness
Enter with flagrant patterns, filthy apparel.
A gorgeous person of animal spirits, called an ape,
Lopes in with an air of diligence, strongly perverted
In the ways of primates.
It is a person so hellish, that birds fly with stealth
To the outside-air. Hilarious movements are recorded,
Making people grieve and be homeless.
Humorous times make humorous people laugh.

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In Black And White

Black and white were the realizations,
Offering me importance with my age;
The collars were realer than the collars
Of ordinary folk, and much dearer for now.
All these things merely were imagined,
Turning to a reality of the lesser kind.

I see other shades of grey in the sky of the dusk,
The day has dawned on me, truly treacherous
For the mistakes it earns on the reality,
Centrally the speakers on the stage
Are damnable.

I was truly present, evidence of the feet
Was a white and black behavior,
Defending the papers of the sinners,
Liking the lads that defended,
And loathing those lads in the security.

I am facing the concentrated beings

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Fighting-Chance

He has a fighting-chance of working with his figment,
The figment he remembers for all his long-term memory.
A field of ingoing thoughts waits to be proclaimed,
The jeep of all worries is in his whole span of life.
The jaws of youth were closed and it felt like a jaunt
That carried from noisome events, stupid occasions,
The nocturnal ideas indicated new options of disgust.
By the off chance, a thought collected to straighten,
But it turned out that the figment was reddening his face.
The figment of imagination, an officious training of the mind,
Protected him as if, and one day felt like a bird’s rectrix,
For the imagination was given revenge afterwards.
The reuse of the thoughts gained pace, speeded up,
And returfed the spectrum of thought called the Mind.

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