Adryan Barnathan Poems

I dedicate this poem to Arsiema Berhane in response to her poem, ''War''


Children,
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...'another 2: 47 am morning for me roasting marshmellows around the flames of the once great city that use to be Poem Hunter, now a pile of burning rubble and ash full of sad memories and crazed ax-men. I pat my uzi gently on it's glistening, pregnant side, and pop another gewy mellow into my ever ready mouth'.
R.C. Abbekka

**Poem Hunter was once a haven where a glowing calibre of poets would meet and ignite passion...because of two men...too many have fallen.....May they rest in peace.
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I'v been
skinned alive
de-boned
filleted
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An angel came to my door
I can't believe she heard my prayers
Reaching out her fine hand
she pointed to the dream I had
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opening my eyes
this man
is so deep inside me
I wake with a rush
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This place and
all our encounters
are made of glass-
''fire it up''
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I am energised
by the very process
of exhaustion,
loving you...
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Dominated
I've learned to
control emotions
to forget to feel
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Be nice to your girl
because
she calls to your wild
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Images of you
reel in my sleep
and re-runs turn
in my half awakened state
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