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WHAT MAKES YOUR HEART BEAT?

The sound of rain falling when I’m in bed with a lover,
the breath stuck with me till expiry date.
The hands of a potter beating drums in my chest,
The physics of walking on two feet
stretched by a femur that houses weight.
The ray of the sun burning sins in hell
The existence of a Garden that was home before,
The nostalgic breeze of heaven
The questions of survival
The answers of a Hannah.

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NUMBERS & ALLITERATION

One orderly orchestra opened overnight.
Two timing tits treated those thirsty thugs
Three terrible teachers tore through the tiny teenager

Four food fighters freed fishes from following friends.
Five funny fingers flung freedom fist
Six shivering shots surely shook some sisters
Seven sickened sisters slowly slumped

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A TWIST OF FATE

To those ones on the cliff edge,
forget your soul, hold the wind.
Try everything, try to float.
Don’t make a boat from a tree,
A ladder may be useful.
Think when putting on fire,
Cause it may never go off.

If today becomes your day
And the sun opens her legs.
Don’t forget the umbrella,
It can be used for the rain
It can shield those bad curses,
Those ones that fall like hailstones.
Today may be yesterday.

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FACES OF WISDOM

You lord of wits
Who has the air, water and moon?
You lord of wits
I was borne to hear you too soon.
Taking my roles and my short skits,
First you came as a child by noon
then as monsters in a cartoon
You lord of wits.

Sharpー
Precision,
Dignified phases
taking the shape of status.
Becoming the untold god
Lost coincidence
found in age
Time.

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ONLY TIME

Time can be buried,
In the wrinkles of my mother.
There are days when I hid it in her smile
it radiated the shawl of her sun,
and covered my pain as ash.
I can remember how her hug was a medallion
wielded with honesty, trust and her wits.

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THOSE WHO LEAVE (LIVE)

I hate trespassers,
those with small foot but big footprints.
They peek as if they will just pass
but then, their foul wind stays behind.
They have a gait of the sun,
they possess the name made by tears
so no rain can wash them away.

I hate trespassers with hair like the night,
each strand is an alarming stroke of pain.
Their skin glows like an Arabian mat holding gold,
when they speak, their words become stars
and knit itself to your mind.
they can enroll your heart to dance to their rhythm,
as you flutter with smile in their rainless clouds.
Oh how I don’t like the way your eyesight finds me.

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HOW TO BECOME A MOON

(for Shalama)

Here’s how to become a moon;
First fetch the color of the sun
peel it by it’s first skin from within,
hold the oceans by your right arm
and swear by what lives within it.

Pick on where you eyes will look,
Northern light heralds ceremonies.
Southern ears hears the language spoken by gods,
Western waters wave with women within mortal wars.
Eastern festivals depend on your back.
You take on your full body with the sleep of the great bright snail.

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AWAKE

There are your flaws
shivering in these clouds
Less
winds fighting over inheritance
of night by its might
Through
the same pale pricking strain of fate
dangling in the loops of dawn
Dusk
Is a page of garbage eaten by today
swallowed by another, same as a leverage
Bribed
intents with souvenir of poured calls.
Let the ticking sound stop the bells of
Time