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A wise man's curse“Welcome to the Wise Man’s Madhouse, we will take care of you.
Don’t worry about the world in here, cause no one knows what’s true.”
The wise man nods his head.
He knows it very well.
But isn’t that the very thought that turns life into hell?
He studied hard, he crossed the world.
Has seen what’s there is to see.
But now he starts to doubt about how happy he would be.
If he hadn’t seen it all, if it has stayed unknown.
Has it truly all been worth to lose his stepping stone?
He lost his ground, he lost his faith.
He even lost his guide.
Because to every bit of truth, there is another side.
Now he’s living in this place where everything seems strange.
His thoughts have made him crazy, he is feeling out of place.
Is being empty-headed truly so much worse?
Cause fading in delirium is a wise man’s curse.
Who has the right to be human?Human rights. Everybody heard the phrase and they might even be able to give a few examples of those rights. Like the right on food and clean water. Good education and health care. To most people who read this it will seem commonly accepted, but it is not. To many people in this world human rights are not universal. Did you ever wonder how this is possible?
The problem with human rights is the fact not every person is qualified as a human. Children are being drowned in the wet concrete of a building, to please the gods. Simple because they are children. They are too young to hold any real value. Since they are thought of as replaceable and disposable, they make the perfect sacrifice. And this is not the only way children are devalued. They are bound or caged in their houses without any contact outside their family. Sometimes children are even dumped on their own without anybody to talk to. Mostly because they are mentally or physically disabled.
During my time in Uganda I met a girl wh
The kid with the baggage"My suitcase is open, what will you add?"
" Nothing, I'll help you to carry it instead."
You smiled as you tried to convince me it's true,
You know what the problem is? They said it too.
They turned over the suitcase, emptied on the floor.
It made me feel lighter. Then they reached for the door.
But before they left, they turned around,
To put back all the garbage they found on the ground.
I tried to stop them, to close up in time.
But they knew how to open that suitcase of mine.
Now I'm on my journey. Mess keeps spilling out.
'The suitcase stays closed' is the last thing I vowed.
Dancing on the leavesLightly dancing on
a tip of the leaf
Close to the edge
like in a dream
Faster and faster
she swirled around
but nobody found
A reason to tell it
would be over soon
When she grows up
loses her youth
For now she keeps singing
believes in her dreams
Not old enough yet
to slip off the leaves
Young Little BirdYoung little bird wants to learn how to fly.
Get out of the cage, reach up to the sky.
Restrictions forced her to stay where she's born.
She hides in her dreams, wakes up and mourns.
When she's released once at a time,
People will notice she grew up inside.
Struggling she will make all her dreams true.
But how will she ever gain trust back in you?
ConfusionThe fact you were my friend,
Is complicated now.
I wish I could stop caring,
But I don't know how.
The fact you were my friend,
Was special since I won't
Let a lot of people close to me.
Now you're the reason why I don't.
The fact you were my friend,
means you're not anymore.
Though I don't know how to turn away
And leave this time, no more.
The fact you were my friend,
Doesn't mean you'll always be.
Sure, I'll never hate on you,
But you don't know how I bleed.
GoodbyeSeven years of pain went by
And now I write this last goodbye.
I am so proud of what you did.
How you helped and taught us
With everything that went wrong.
But still you smiled, kept going on.
You didn't lose
You just stopped living.
We will and can not stop the missing.
One day too
We all will be as strong as you.
HomeWandering on the streets tonight,
People hiding from the lights.
A scratch, it burns, claws so deep.
The truth is out there can't you see?
One step further in the dark,
You will always wear these marks.
You gasp, a shock, straight to the bone.
Oh please don't!
Leave me alone.
There is no hideout, no safe room,
So I wish, please take me home...
Someone specialThey told me to leave it,
To forget about you
But I know that's impossible,
No one gets me like you do
You know what I mean,
without a single word
And everytime you're leaving
You've got to know it hurts
I don't want to loose you
I won't give you up
I just want to hold you
And give you all my love
For now I keep on dreaming
They can't take my faith away
I will always love you, I promise
We will meet someday...
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
two can play at this gamehelp.
my heart beats
and my lungs
swell with air,
but I swore
my life would
cease to be
if I could
no longer call
you mine. please
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
Head and HeartYou leaned into my touch
So that your head
And all its precious thoughts
Were cradled in my palms.
My heart raced with longing.
Hours later, the scent
Of your hair gel
Lingers on my hands,
You're not merely a figment
Of my imagination.
HazelToday I've seen you again,
I've looked in the ocean
of you beautiful eyes
you said my name,
so now I'm living again.
Soon I will die, just
to come back from
your voice says
I'm still breathing
your scent, hoping
to be lucky enough
for doing it for the rest
of my life.
I love you,
These worn old bones
Were built listening to the whispered secrets of my eons;
Clothed in hardscrabble curves desolate and grudging,
The fragile bloom of innocence plundered long ago
Storm-wrought crags of old scars
Beneath a veneer of life gone harsh and dry, obscured
I am the product of my own time
And would keep my own counsel,
A monument to endurance, tenacity absurd
Harsh and arcane
Bitter and needless.
Yet incrementally, as the winds of solitude weather me,
Lay me achingly bare beneath the blind and heedless —
Callous fixed and far blue gaze
Dimmed by rheumy cirrus haze —
I am sculpted by my own unrequited desires.
Your eyes seek enigma
Inherently understanding the lyrical breathless magnificence
Of old pain, long scorned.
Wayfarer of my recondite ways
In limning my forsaken form with the light of your love
You redeem the years of waiting
To you, I yield
My every hidden beauty.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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