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Beyond the Veil | Rising of the Sun

when the owl hoots
the thunder strike
angry angel
object there was all
action there was all
*
when you placed your head on my lap
i thought you’ll last
but all my stories is for the untold
no way, my heart pump hard
*
a day b4 your forever journey
we had a talk
the plans you had for your sons
had been locked in the dune of your heart
a tears of pains i had to endure
*
when your ripe carved mango smiled at me
i knew it was a mirage
deliberating over santa’s story
it stung in my heart
how lonely is it
*
the key to my smile
i woke up looking the mirror
i saw you smiled
i smiled back
oh! he left
*
why do you leave me in this lonely world
all my fame is you
my foes are all grown
there hate is ripe
now i can’t act
*
i can’t hold my tears
i just had to let it go
it seems so hard to forget my patting clone
your leaf had dried-up and i can’t witstand

Whisper | David P. Carroll

The sun shining bright
Over the garden hill
As we sit together
Hand in hand
Gazing into your
Beautiful eye’s
I kiss you,
And Whisper
Softly,
I Love You….

You Are an Angel | Mónika Tóth

dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile

in the icy wind
I write for you
you are an angel

smart and beautiful
sweet and strong
you are an angel
with a big heart and
gentle smile

you are a blessing

you are so special to me.

Misguided/Inspired | Stan Morrison

I’ve been daunted by an evil muse
sending me ideas indiscriminately
mesmerizing me to write it all down
like i’m some indentured slave

but when the fog has finally lifted
all the failures come into clear view
the my interjects:
“too bad that you’re so gullible
I have no real contract with you”

then I pathetically reply:
“I never signed up for muse service
now I’m stuck with all these duds
obscuring my perfect points of view”

Chisel | Harekrishna Dey

Chisel is a tool of my consciousness
And spine is wood,
Every time used to plane my spine for making me a human furniture.
My soul is a carpenter
To addjoining various fragment of sorrow and shadow of life.

I want to reach peak of all heart
Every cutting step of Chisel.

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