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in the dawn of our lives
expecting a bright lovely sunrise 
unexpectedly a disturbance of day
comes to darken the way

harsh wind blows so hard
and clouds fly so dark
lightning  begins to spark 
and strike a burning mark

water of the sky heavily pours 
and sips inside closed doors
rises and tries to ready itself
and floods the way with cries

tears of hate and pains of hurt
bloodied wounds and stains of dirt
all will be talking inside your heart
when a survival is going  to start 

wishing the sun would not set
and turn the dark to day
lives have their twists and turns
the fire has some waste to burn…




i bathe in the stream of dreams
where truths are hidden
under the flowing waters
of fiction and make-believe
rubbing my skin with the sands of time
under the clock’s shadow of the sun
in the moonlit night of being awake
waiting for the chance to dream again my fate
running around at the shallowest whirlpool
where silky suds burst into thin air
like unmanned giant balloons
among the omnipresence of lies
among the clouds of laws and  righteousness
among the ubiquity of truths
pressed among the pages
of secrecy forgotten by time
how much time do i take
to cleanse the body of dirt and grease
hurled against me by the enemies
i couldn’t see them but the balls
and bullets are numerous
i parried them with my head and hands
still, they got into me
into my heart and mind
and into my system
they drained me dry
but today, they must pay me back in their own coin
and rid of the grime and smudge
they’ve been firing on me
this is the moment
for them not to bathe  in a stream
but to swim in their own ocean
of uncertainties
where future bummers of their lives
will be  frequent and sharp as knives…

The Day

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would the sun shine through the day
despite the clouds so dark and thick
would the flowers make a beautiful bouquet
to kiss and smell when you are sick
but what if clouds would pour its rain
and block the golden light of the sun
could the flowers wither  with no one to blame
or bloom scentless for awhile and then gone

The Sundown


it’s twilight and the sun will hide again

against the backdrop of the line’s horizon

 from the prying eyes of ladies and gentlemen

taking a break acting like a hungry lion

making enemies even inside their den

in silence,  their sound roaring  like their scion

 making their presence felt every now and then

marking the end of day as dark makes the invasion…