Power

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That’s when it’s done

That’s where it goes on

Taking you on a voyage

On a voyage where you see

I can

I can rebuild

I can forget

I can give

I can

I can feel

I can fly

I can fold

I hold

I can

I can trust

I can deceive

I can defeat

I have, I can

I am unknown

To you, to them

I am mighty

I am mythical

I am living

I am a form

I am a storm

Now you see

I can, I am

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Lost. Irrevocably?

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Men running over boundaries,

Though only lands,

Women fighting for rights,

Inherently in their hands

I have a vision,

I had one, years ago

Years ago, sublime

Monday weren’t week long missions

Years ago, when I was a child

The moon followed my trails, no boundaries

Destinations became by products

Of journeys yet be uncovered, languidly

Lost with stars and dust, in counter of our evolution

It was easier to understand

When I was a child

Untethered ideas floating across

Like patterns of the Milky Way

Silenced were the legends

Leaders murdering thoughts abruptly

Untold mystics of life, it’s living, just ends,

Contained chaos, with war, no peace remotely

Been made to forget, structures of glue and tar

I am conditioned, I am shackled

Men run through lands, of boundaries and bars

Distorted rights are just fading away in fights

Amnestic of a vision, I had once

On a mission now, and dead child

I am dead now

I have died

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RESOUND SURROUND

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I never heard back from you

From the voice of a soul

Now sounds like

Emptinesss

Footstepss

I can grow

I will not fold

Desires turn to passion

Stirring a blue-bed with fascination

Dormant strength I seemed to find

In my mind

Unlocked now

The fire you lit, not anymore

The fire now lit, with that ever-glow

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Creating troopers

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Trained to think 

All alike 

A rebel within to protest the thought 

Be well meaning

Noble men

And then

They break these walls of sorrow

Empty it hollow

Alive

Awake

Dead

Combined 

A world to live in their dusk glory

The glory you  create in your mind

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15.03.2021

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Inks source bullpens

With stories traversing petty elements 

of pain

In disdain

We could do more

More to living life

Within cruel bindings 

Of madmen seeking bricks

On a land of soil, turmoil 

And specks

Blood is blud 

Distances seen

Only at nuclear luxurious tents

Above and below

Innocents die

With questions unanswered 

Living in a time 

Bound by chains of havoc 

Where turmoil is an art to live

To survive 

To sustain

In the end, 

To die

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Leap and gone

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Things last

Some of those never end 

A world deprived of miracles 

Living in entropy 

Gaining wisdom of variance 

Touching life in an animus 

Slipping pills for comfort 

Losing sanity 

Lost what could last

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-December 8, 2020

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Questions of science 

Living and death

Mere jargons of boost

To wake you 

From this sanctum 

Death knocks at your door 

Lost

Broken 

Fallen

Awake

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Forbidding Fear

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While opening doors for his friends 

He found himself surrounded by ancient voices 

Elaborating life and it’s expansion 

With aching needs in turmoil 

For few hands of blood and cult 

It pushed him down

Bestowed upon him 

Recognised blessings and save him from sin

Fading him pale

Fear had awoken in clenched chains 

Isn’t there more to this than what we’re told? He asked

Opening a door

Only to culminate celestially

His destiny 

Forbidding fear

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Uncertain times

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Tragedy strikes in the land of the terrified 

Someone knocked, in a weather too fair 

Unknown guest, a resident, soul stood petrified

 The walls have seen two souls and an heir

Furious, walking around a house rarely visited before

And days go by, stranded in rooms, impossible is the porch

Thoughts gather in time, maybe out of season

This time, unresolved pasts linger with conditioned reasons 

Breaths feel like sardonic whispers  in the halted air

Deaths are rising with panic infused boredom within confined layers 

Idealistic thoughts can only so much help you foresee 

Cloud'd, unc'rtain thoughts questioneth me, to be or not to be 

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Fearing freedom

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Every day I live, I fear death

Living the life of purpose with no freedom

I try to join the army among them

It’s a life to live they told me the saviours taught 

Have the heart of a giant after you’ve fought 

I live, I die, and death not ends it

Here I live every day, I dear death

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Blessed Friend

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Death my old friend

Death, my guardian angel

Take me away from this reproached sanctum

Guide me to a new era of waxed candles

Flames burn low

Mornings reflect gold

I looked over you in times of stress

Bless me as I come to you bearing gifts

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Mind Over Matter

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Mind over matter

Triumphant 

Fearless

He walks away without a frown

Stood tall in front of a crowd eagerly waiting

A saviour in the land of freedom

The crowd hungry, waiting for food and salvation 

Damnation 

Creatures of the land looking up to a figure, godlike 

Greeting an ancient crucifix 

Fearful of death, fearless of heartache and pain 

Have we made it so far, structure of glue and tar 

Shattered across time, we wait for him

His freedom of the real and reality 

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Forget/Forgive

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Are you a part of the vast reality

A place you need with open eyes and dignity

Let yourself chase a place of wisdom and freedom

That new place, a dry one, with only coyotes singing in the land

Let me take you there and feel the losses of mankind myths and the gods

Just forget sorrow you feel and be lost while you feel free in hand

Chase a new myth, one that takes you away, makes you a different soul, while you forget the forgiveness of the lords

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Perceptions

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How do I look at you another way

I wish there existed another way

I’m far beyond to miss your mystic ways

Clinging onto not looking away

To see hope, life and happiness’ array

Perceive a way to see you, causes dismay 

The clock taught me a way, one way

Let’s try to see it anew, in your name

In circumstances 

Feels heavy while you promise fame

In challenges

A perception changed, in a while

If not, you make death smile

Maybe we’re not going to take it anymore 

We’re going to make it through this all

For here goes another of your wishes 

Here goes another need for life and it’s twitches 

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29 June, 2018

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Another summer passes away strangely 

A season of warmth, of presence, a feeling unlonely

Many a dream passes by, of clothes, of commitments in love

A sky with scattered clouds or none will stay no more

A sky covered, with dying hopes, all in dust

Imagined an affair with love, before

Coldness comes once before warm again, the winter

For summer shall reincarnate hopes, just after the lonely and cold splinter

A place to fall softly, or so it seems 

A place with more love shows and scenes 

The summer died this year, with a faint frown 

A change of season taking place, thus, presently, summer drowned

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Weary Memory

It was one hot summer afternoon in the year full of unrest

Walking in the sun was hard, a walk needed to calm the heavy chest

I had just met someone with a past, dark and full of fumes

Yet she felt like victory, satisfactory, a feeling of melodious tunes

The heat was a distraction from my feelings, felt so fast

The sun was just evilly smiling, for I felt disturbed by her past

She felt ashamed really, of her past so wild and soar

All I could see was her hair fall smoothly, as her feet were trembling on the floor

A gush of wind took me back in time, to a time where I was alone

It was then I felt the need to turn back and walk the mile again, a mile was difficult and long

I was wrong to think that her past was horrid, that I ran, lest I fall

Not two thoughts could make up for the aberrated scene I caused

Spoke about a time that was gone in the past and flames fiery

The flames were out now, clouds flew by and past was memories, memories are now old and weary

Locked Away

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Still remember the good old days in some little ways

How sweating the sun felt refreshed, how gentle were mother’s breasts

It was all yesterday when we used to walk the grassy land, feet in sand

Walked many a mile, here we stand, with Apartments in place trees, car fumes breeze, a boy, young, screams

Terror on face his, all was lost in the mist, felt his pain, he didn’t know rage, knees went weak in his cage

Had a life to live, a father to follow, lost his will, he was hollow

We still believed in the good old days that we remember in little ways

We still remember the confusion back in those days, where it was warm in many ways

A child was lost in the crowd as he did shout

Voice that went further for his age, yet it couldn’t leave his cage

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Coffee in a Whiskey Glass

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As I sit here with coffee in a whiskey glass

Hoping for the time spent apart to roll and pass 

Hoping for my wait, the walk through a forest with smoking grass

Patriarchy, the man, running wild, for a prey, not in the distant mile 

Seek for a you, a version of you, maybe you

Their drools swamp the ground as I wait and search, yet not found 

This day you told me, you’d return 

Now it feels like a maybe, with that sun turn 

I sit awake at night, waiting for you to knock on the door 

I could find an island in your arms, poetry in your eyes and I sit here in pain hoping not for a lullaby 

It’s hard to numb the weight of my eyes, same feeling when I’m mesmerised 

Race to the door, please, as fast, as I sit here sipping my coffee in a whiskey glass

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Bound (thought)

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If I asked for a moment of your time, to just give a little piece of your mind to this thought, this image of how spectacular would it be for the world to be one single piece of land, I mean the one without those manufactured boundaries of countries?

Keep the same thought in your mind where it’s all alright without the tyrants separating the land, creating boundaries, keeping that in your mind, imagine all those wonders you can achieve. All those things you can do. Be limitless, but at the end of it, what stops you is just yourself with the idea of making boundaries for yourself, setting yourself in limits, even though there is no goal you can’t achieve. No target you can’t hit. No moments of life with impossibilities. All you need to do is be free, no boundaries. All you need to be for yourself, to let yourself be limitless, is to be a tyrant, your own tyrant, cause you can be.

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Childhood Promises

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For it was yesterday when the garden was green and I could circle it, run wild 

There was a promise to keep that I had now ignored for a while 

My promise to grow old and weary, yet not let that child in me die of ghosts today, this world so eerie

Those days went when they said time to grow up; or hadn’t come yet 

Lay there on the same field of green where now it’s hay the cows are fed 

Getting bruised was a business i attended daily, scars so deep, now I get them rarely 

There was school where classes I could miss none, same sanctuary where they taught fun

Stood there I, a boy, with a broken toy, no place for joy, and now I coy

A gem to those roses I called, call friends, spoken sadly cause it all comes to an end 

Sanctuary there were so many to find, arms of a man, woman’s lap, a hand, and now grind 

Boy who stood by the hay, gay, rejoice, who had a choice, the boy who blurred into his toys 

Dressed me up as she did her doll, when my age she was, my fairy, my mother all, 

I lay beneath the ground now, for me, it hasn’t been long now, 

Suited like the man I hoped I become, suited now to be relaxed, as I am gone 

Covered me with dust in all that coffin rust, so long to you, for now I rest 

A promise I ignored to keep and in the end broken, best kinds are the ones which are not chosen 

For it was yesterday when the garden was green and I could circle it, run wild, it was yesterday when I was a child 

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