Nights Of Heaven
To interject me combines me with you,
Such heavenly status is reserved for those
In custody and sin.
To interrupt me shall gain the sayings of natural
Beings, shepherds of truth and sheep.
The sheep sadden us day after day,
Nights constrict our being,
Nights find the other souls,
Then they unleash a spread of light
Evicting us like houses of strife.
Combinations improve the air,
They permeate our lives with deaths,
Dead natures escape the audience,
Until deaths result and as a bonus result.
My statements read as solutions
Of the problems afflicting our health,
The health of offspring marries us.
To state the resultant force
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Life and Work
I lit my mouth with jolly bewitchment,
Amusement caught my tongue, funny,
It felt agreeable, well-worthy for me to enlighten
The buds as they may be sweet too much to possess.
I am allured by sounds from the animals, who
Think so friendly and some not so forcefully,
Let argument be raised in the form of fire.
I lit my eyes with happiness, yet it was happier
When affairs and age troubled nobody like me.
Experience and adventure learnt awe and respect
For all the time is collected in a bottle
To drift in space, to lift the space around us.
We are in essence a right and wrong, and we fetch food
In our mouths like no mother or father could fetch.
Yesterday, food entered the mouth, but then the next day
An animal has been executed with excitement
So as to feed us, clothe us and nurture our health enough to master,
To master the work, to keep dozens of days for rest and solitude.
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Soldiers Of The Heart
A soldier cows an intimidated man,
With the consciousness of an ordinary man;
Admiration strikes at the crib of a wonderful man
Who never afflicts the other person.
Revulsion converts into satisfaction of the soul,
As the soul avows to reconsider the situation of the face,
Declaring nobody to enter and shake the promise
Given. A soldier does not know his autonomy.
A soldier constructs cubes and shapes of dice,
Beginning to snap at the showers from the sky.
With avarice more is drunk, to be this authority with water
Is to be certain of the Hereafter.
The sovereignty of the heavens and earth
Is not like a dreadful awe,
But damnation strikes at those who disagree
With the powers of the land and heart.
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In My Imagination
In imagination the rights are few and famous,
Inside the triangle of many disorders lies a weapon
To make our message shine with love and minor actions.
In this season of joy we aptly remind ourselves
To keep a revolver on the further bench
So as to shoot the men of mighty age and skill.
In this reality, a goal has been achieved out of
The lingering fear, one felt a sensation of cool
Air, the very being has established a ruin and relish.
I have ascertained my age according to deeds,
Those doers in runny waters are watching,
Theirs is the food of the youth and innocence.
Sometimes a young sweetheart reigns on the obvious
And the mundane, to fulfill my sweet sounds
And the courage will fight for another night of fountains.
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The Life We Had
You have certain illnesses in the way of life,
The formations and tissues inside us are in the way of life.
My offspring are never ill because of my efforts,
Their living and dying carry a burden and abruptness, in the way of life.
My brain sees some in pain, yet health conquers all,
Children will unite and give me suffering, no calmness in the way of life.
The days are numbered, for when I die in my old age,
This child always will cry and lament, for I am generous, in the way of my life.
Weeks and months have led to the beginning of my life,
A death has overcome us, my wife has left us, and the way of my life.
The intelligent progeny react and talk more along the lines of peace,
Is this not a face of pain, a delivering of genius, in the way of my life.
My wife was an unspeakable power of the way we were,
The life around has mattered to our giantess, in this way of life.
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From Death
The great heat of a man in the holes where they perish
Is the world for him, when hot dealings from death.
A man shall cry from the heat when in the deepest ways,
The depths speak loudly of heat and arisings from death.
One murderer is not like a foolish man but the worst,
The heat of the sun can not master his bearings from death.
A grave has become attached to his soul, accepted by him,
And then fright shall be accepted from an angel of the buildings of death.
Then all of humanity congratulates the life of the good standard,
When the Lord spoke loudly of us who are doers of blessings from death.
The reality has been announced by the deepest parts of the Hereafter,
Life and annihilation are opposites, the real dead shall have briefings from death.
Open the gates of this Paradise, where honey has been sold
In rivers, milk has flowed out clearly with coatings from the Death.
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Playing With The Wolves
The wolves are out to play when they desire,
This soul needs comfort to state the reign,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.
To revel and seek festivity is worthy of barbwire,
Inside the soul we house a strict after pain,
The wolves are out to play when they desire.
Strength and virtue are to be selected by the choir,
Workers are around us in actions to ascertain,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.
Strong men are never to think the exact attire,
That works well for people to attain,
The wolves are out to play when they desire.
Searching for attributes or names is so entire,
The walking and breathing of men is to abstain,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.
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This Kingdom
Had the kings and queens of this kingdom bled?
The wild and eerie winter is upon us,
We can not witness a criminal who has been dead.
Your solution to royalty is absolutely ahead,
The summer believed me, it was absoluteness,
Had the kings and queens of this kingdom bled?
We say and did formulae of chemistry in bed,
The same post of evil as absentmindedness,
We can not witness a criminal who has been dead.
Our results bespeak in front of the led,
The exact opposite of leading is malice,
Had the kings and queens of this kingdom bled?
When does the king seek kindness from the misled?
Your happiness is special with malpractice.
We can not witness a criminal who has been dead.
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It Is Strict
A saw a star fall on the half we call the West,
And then a star rose, farther than the eye,
Faster on the space it travelled, kissing us on the face,
Opening its heat and radiation, just in reliance of us.
I saw you stare in the mirror called the Universe,
And saw halves and quarters of bodies and planets;
Up in the light, again in silence, a star roared when seen
Again in the sights of people who bred, bled and believed.
I may see a unique actor, a single actress see another man
Who watches, with faults and perfections.
I can endure them with my emotions, bless them,
As though they were my family, but never.
The universe is strict in its family, as the acts it contains
Are only from a maker, a breeder by best standards;
One who does more than beget, more in a furnace
And a missile is discharged.
He wants to disgrace the stars if they blink,
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The Space Doctors
The doctors on board scrabble forward in the corridors,
Ahead of those who struggle, those enlightening few
That are abhorrent and blue in pain, never in blithe moods
But forsaking the doctors of the star ship, damaging themselves,
Falling into the mysterious planet with their thoughts and brain.
The way back to the ocean of black space is dangerous,
Full of courage is the doctor who steers you in the right direction.
If the stars were to huddle, their white light staggering and alarming,
Like storms of matter and light,
The weird world of doctors would blow up and explode
Like blood cells too huge, openly a gruesome result.
Our eyes are unfocussed, beyond vision when our faces
Madly administrate what we have at the medical end.
Life in space is outside in, we are in-between worlds of stupor.
Let us hear and point at the bright light called Star-
It would solve us, our health and love.
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