[Inner 141] Unpopular charity I

In the cozines of my bed
I think
What did they feed my brain
At a thought like this
I always refrain
But lately my life
Feels like a drain
Where those with scars
Come to flush dirt away
Disgusting enough
But the choice they make
Speaks more million words
Those who couldn’t
Pull their swords at the right moment
Or hesitated because
They are fighting bones that are clearly
Beyond the abilty of a plastic sword

and that’s meant to be continued,

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[Inner 140] Poise and Poison

“Go home,
It’s too dark for you to fight,
I’m doing this alone” he said

“You can’t do it alone,
Let’s do it together,
The is too dangerous,
You can’t be heedless” I said.

He belonged to war,
But he is now a stronger lad,
his drained brain now suggests
innocent plans in a dark mold
I smile at the heinous war
one can’t avoid change whirlwinds
But free to choose his cards
He has always a jocker
Taught me that change has a style
For the better he plans
Drags the game till the end
And turn the cheers around.

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[Inner 139] Clay steps

Be wary of love and hope
Words of soap
Don’t you try to jump or escape
In a hole you will slip or break a bone

Love, a broken soul only would know
The pain of a uncomplete puzzle
Only how it should fit again together

Hope is something to feed on
Without shattering the glass
Or mistakingly touching the shards

It’s not up for bargain
Don’t play them cards harshly
But listen to thy clay heart
Nature came first, let it lead on
Because she knows
Where is your home.

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[Inner 138] Truth unfold

I fall for a man’s looks
But that’s just up for actions
to decide
That’s a matter of time
And I’m completely fine

A man’s looks
Exites my heart
But their actions
Decide if I shall stay
or storm away

Looks only tickle the flutter
So I speak and get closer
Break the ice
and say that’s a cute fluffy matter
But time tells me about fakes
And flakes

Looks won’t dry tears
Looks won’t listen to worries
Looks won’t pat a burdened shoulder
Looks won’t laugh at childish mistakes
Nor clap success and glories

A knock on the door
Is seconds long
Behind the door
Is a journey without a detour.

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[Inner 137] Aspiring spring

A moon
Battling clouds to see me
An owl on a branch
Surveiling the area
A gentle wind
Teasing the leaves
In the middle of a yard
On a bench crouching
A spectacular warmth
Teasing my heart
Let’s halt

I won’t let poison sneek to my blood
Push me into a confusing hole
Even with a chain of keys
One can desire a crime
And wonder about the closed room
But mom I won’t kill a man
Or repeat what a man has done
Nor lie a finger on a man.

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[Inner 136] Canvas, trace

Holding a brush
Going around the class
Stroking here and there
Showing the right skills

Here is my turn
My canvas he torn
Before my, your, his, her and their eyes
With my confidence
Sprinkled on top

Holding a brush
Holding my trust in dear light
Belived in the brush and fight
Never thought to be discarded

Forced my way to a brush, in a class
and on a canvas mended my shards
thousand years later
The canvas he tore.

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[Inner 135] Despite despise

The net fencing they cut
the worries they enjoyed
boosting their confidence upon       signal a plug off
that’s when they point fingers
at change of colours

Post poison digestion
Now wearing black in a fashion       Forcing a show on the nation

Cutting their words
is stabbing respect
But not gonna run away
Because  this is now
my runway
they owe me the play.

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[Inner 134] Paracosm’s dirt

Darker nights

Evil slithers in
Room is immersed
In a smoke so dense
Latching my brain away

Makes nasty of deals
Tarnishing my wings
In half breath I whisper
A deja vu but boo
Skip the shrill and grill

Only weak ones
seek white spreads
but you can peel my skin                           a festival of deals

Or just a chic twin with a yen?

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[Inner 133] Migraine, migration

He contemplated
If there is a day
His worries would vanish
His dreams come true
And all pain down the drain
He believed in hope
And like his ancestors
whispered it’s okay
lighter than air
To convince his heavy conscious
And to fool his keen unconscious

He doesn’t have ways
Nor does he choose
If he wants to open his eyes
The next day
Nor does he have control on a brain
Wherein he is just a mere guest
Over a fixed period of time

He contemplated then
If it’s okay to live each day
As if it’s okay
Because it struck a sharp twelve
Grasping he doesn’t have ways
Nor does he choose
If he wants to open his eyes
The next day.

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